Pls do a concept of e and his punishments- you do it best
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he tries overstimulation- once or twice. but it becomes clear to him pretty early on that she cant handle it.
she’s sensitive even after her first O. after the second she starts twitching, flinching away from him, no matter how often he tells her to stop running from him; sensitive as she is, she usually needs a while after the first round. After her third O she starts crying out, closes her legs, capturing his hand between her thighs and not letting him move it. she curls into herself, as though to protect herself from his touch and he doesnt like that. he especially doesnt like it when, the second time he tries to punish her this way, he forces her legs open again and continues moving his fingers against her and she starts to cry; her eyes welling up and overflowing. glossy, looking up at him from underneath thick and dark lashes that are clumped up with salty tears.
he stops, his hand leaving the apex of her thighs and reaching for her hand instead, fingers interlacing with hers and squeezing, asking implicitly if she’s okay. she sniffles but smiles up at him, her lips red and swollen from biting it. he runs his hand over her forehead to remove the hair thats slightly sticking to it with sweat and kisses it.
“no more?” he asks quietly against her forehead.
she trembles against him, hesitantly shaking her head, wondering if he’ll be disappointed.
he smiles down at her reassuringly instead, pecks her nose and her lips, tells her “it’s alright, baby.” his thumb brushes the corner of her mouth that’s slightly turned down in a pout, disappointed in herself. cuddles her until she’s done pouting, gets snacks later while thinking about what else he could do that she might enjoy- even if she shouldnt, its a punishment- he wants her to enjoy it too.
he tries spanking next. his big hand, against her cute little butt.
she likes it, he can tell. even with the tears after a certain point, this time she likes it. especially when he takes little pauses and runs his hand down to feel how wet shes gotten.
sometimes he’ll pity her;
“aww look at this, sweetheart. so wet, huh? bet you really want to come. do you? you cant come yet, though. still, you’re doing so good, you deserve something, yeah?” he’ll push a finger in, then another. wait for her to sigh and moan and then go back to spanking.
what he really loves though, is to take her hard and fast; face down, ass up, knowing she hates that position because she cant see him. she needs the visual, his body above hers, his pink, plush lips parted for his heavy breaths, even his pointy shoulders; anything. she needs the warm skin of his collar against her nose, his scent. she hates her face pressed against the mattress, where the only contact he gives her is his hips slamming against her ass and the hand thats holding her hip, his fingers pressing bruises into it. she doesnt like how impersonal it is. she could be anyone to him if her face is not visible, if her eyes dont meet his when he hits her sweet spot.
“you like that?” he’ll ask her mockingly.
she shakes her head, moans quietly and whimpers a “no” into the soft cotton.
“i know you dont. its not for you to like though, right baby? you’ll just take it for e.”
