₊˚ ✧ ━━━━⊱An Impactful Evening⊰━━━━ ✧ ₊
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MDNI | Impact Play | Crying | CNC sorta
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The leather straps bite deep into my wrists and ankles, pinning me in a position of absolute vulnerability. My arms are stretched wide, my legs splayed open, leaving my ass hoisted high and trembling in the cool air of the room. I can feel the slight draft on my exposed skin, the way the air chills the moisture already gathering between my thighs. Every small movement I make only tightens the restraints, reminding me that my body no longer belongs to me. It belongs to him.
I hear his footsteps, slow and deliberate, echoing against the hardwood. The sound sends a shiver racing down my spine, a mixture of terror and agonizing anticipation. I can't see him, but I can feel the weight of his eyes on me.
"Are you waiting for me, princess?"
His voice is a low rumble that vibrates in the small of my back. I feel his warmth as he steps closer, the heat radiating from his body clashing with the chill on my skin. I let out a shaky breath, my chest heaving against the straps.
"Yes, baby," I whimper, my voice sounding small and fragile in the silence, my blush creeping up my cheeks and ears.
He doesn't answer immediately. Instead, I feel the warmth of his hands settle on my hips. He doesn't grip me hard yet; he just rubs, his palms circling the soft flesh of my waist, grounding me. The gentleness is almost more cruel than the pain would be. It builds the tension, stretching it thin like a wire about to snap. Then, his hands migrate, sliding down to cup my ass, squeezing the cheeks firmly.
"You're already shaking, starlight. So eager to be marked."
"Please," I moan, arching my back instinctively.
The first strike is a sudden, sharp crack. His open palm connects squarely with my right cheek. The sound echoes through the room, a loud, meaty slap that sends a jolt of electricity straight to my core. I gasp, my hips jerking forward, but the restraints hold me fast. The skin stings instantly, a blossoming heat that spreads across the curve of my ass.
"Stay still for me, good girl."
Slap. Slap. Slap.
He works in a rhythmic pattern, alternating between my left and right cheeks. The pain is a bright, searing line that quickly settles into a deep, throbbing glow. I can feel my pulse hammering in the skin, the blood rushing to the surface. I squirm, my thighs straining to press together pointlessly when a few slaps come down between my thighs, my pussy leaking a steady stream of slickness that drips onto the surface beneath me and clings to his fingers even as I jerk and yelp helplessly.
"You're taking this so well, sweetheart. Such a pretty little thing, just lying here and taking it all for me."
I sob, a ragged sound that is half-pain and half-pleasure. The heat is intensifying, my ass and pussy beginning to feel swollen and tight. I want more. I need the intensity to drown out the noise in my head.
"Y-yes baby, I love being good for you."
He chuckles, a dark, predatory sound. I hear the faint clink of something being picked up from the table beside me. The sound of the leather paddle hitting his palm is a warning.
"I think it's time we stepped things up, darling girl, it seems you still have all of your words."
The first hit from the paddle is a different beast entirely. It isn't the stinging snap of a hand; it's a heavy, crushing thud. The impact drives the air from my lungs in a sharp huff. I scream, the sound muffled by my own desperation. The paddle covers more surface area, turning the focused heat into a wide, radiating fire.
Whack.
The force of it makes my entire body shudder. I feel the skin stretch and burn.
Whack.
"Look at you," he coos, his voice dropping to a whisper as he leans in, his breath hot against my ear. "Your skin is turning such a delicious shade of crimson. You're painting yourself for me, aren't you, plaything?"
"Y-yesss"
The paddle continues its assault, relentless and precise. He targets the undersides of my cheeks, the sensitive area where my ass meets my thighs, and then he moves forward. The flat of the leather hits my swollen pussy, a heavy smack that makes my vision swim. The sensation is overwhelming, a blunt, bruising force that sends a wave of clitoral electricity through me. I am sobbing now, tears streaming down my cheeks and soaking into the padding beneath me, but my hips are rocking, desperately trying to find the source of the pain, the warmth, his attention.
"You like that, don't you? Having your little cunt beaten into submission?"
"Mm... nnm... Y-y.. ye..yes.."
He sets the paddle aside. I hear the whistle of the crop as he tests it in the air. The crop is thinner, more focused. When it hits, it doesn't thud; it bites. It's a searing, thin line of agony that feels like a hot wire being pressed into my flesh.
Zip.
I shriek, my body arching so violently that the restraints creak. The crop leaves a raised welt, a bright red stripe across the burning expanse of my ass.
"Quiet now, princess. Be a good girl and take it. Can you do that for me?"
Zip. Zip. Zip.
A sob hiccups from me, nodding and rubbing my cheek to the padding beneath me, words shaky and slow
"Y-yes, I ca-can do that f-for you."
He weaves a web of pain across my backside, each time I seem braced for the impact he moves and sends a sharp sting across my needy cunt. Every strike is a new explosion of heat, overlapping the bruises from the paddle. I am fighting the restraints so much harder now, my arms limp but twitching, my fingers curling and unclurling in a futile attempt to escape or pull him closer. I don't know which it is anymore. My mind is starting to drift, the sharp edges of the pain blurring into a haze of pure sensation.
"You're doing so well for me, sweetheart. So brave. My perfect little fucktoy."
The sound is a sharp, terrifying hiss through the air. When it connects, it's not a burn or a thud; it's a split. The pain is so intense it transcends feeling, becoming a white-light flash in my brain, a cane. I let out a guttural cry, my voice cracking.
Crack.
The cane hits the center of my cheek, leaving a deep, angry welt. I feel the skin almost give way under the pressure.
Crack.
I am shaking uncontrollably now, my breath coming in ragged, panicked gasps. The world has shrunk down to the point of impact and the sound of his voice. I am nothing but a collection of nerves and raw skin, a vessel for his will. My mind is a sea of static and only the sound of his voice pulls my attention toward anything other than the hot throbbing skin he's gifting to me.
"Almost there, starlight. Just a few more."
Crack. Crack. Crack
The final blow is the hardest. I collapse into the restraints, my muscles giving out, my head lolling to the side. I am drenched in sweat and tears, my ass a roadmap of red welts, splits, and deep purple bruises. I am broken open, raw and pulsing, my pussy dripping and swollen, aching for a release that hasn't come.
The silence that follows is heavy. I hear him step closer, and then I feel it - the sudden, jarring shift from agony to tenderness. His hand, the same one that had been striking me, now strokes gently down my spine. His fingers trace the line of my vertebrae, a light, feather-touch that makes me whimper.
He leans over me, peppering my back with soft kisses and sharp, nipping bites. The contrast is maddening. I am still vibrating from the pain, but the touch of his lips sends a different kind of fire through me.
"My poor, sweet girl," he whispers, his voice thick with desire. "Look how beautiful you are. All needy and ruined just for me."
I feel him shifting, the sound of a zipper, the heavy thud of his jeans hitting the floor. I moan, a desperate, breathy sound. I can feel the heat of him pressing against my backside, the broad head of his cock brushing against the entrance of my pussy.
He doesn't slide in immediately. He teases me, rubbing the length of his shaft against my wet lips, coating himself in my juices. I am whining now, my hips bucking, trying to force him inside.
"Please.. please... I need..."
"Shhh. Be patient, princess. I know what you need, I'm always so good to you, aren't I?"
He sinks into me in one slow, deliberate motion. I scream, but it's not from pain this time. It's the sheer, overwhelming stretch of him. His cock pushing past my tender entrance, filling every millimeter of my swollen cunt, pushing deep inside me. The stretch is agonizing and ecstatic all at once, a pressure that feels like it's splitting me in half, the perfect fit of him made tighter from the prolonged need, the swollen desperation of my pussy for him.
He stays still for a moment, letting me adjust to the intrusion. I can feel the throb of his cock inside me, the way my internal muscles clench instinctively around him.
"You're so tight for me, sweetheart. So fucking wet."
Then he begins to thrust. It's not gentle. He pounds into me, each stroke driving him deeper. The sound of our bodies colliding is a wet, rhythmic slapping, the shlicking sound of his cock sliding through my pussy juice and the slap of him against my bruised skin. I am moaning, my voice a series of incoherent whimpers and cries.
"P-please please pleasepleaseplease"
As he hammers into me, his hand reaches beneath me. I feel two fingers, slick with my own saliva and pussy juice, slide effortlessly into my ass. I gasp, the dual penetration filling me completely.
His other hand easily wraps around me and finds my swollen clit begins to rub it, a fast, circular motion that sends sparks flying behind my eyelids. I am on the edge, the pleasure building into a mountain I can't climb.
"Beg for it, my needy little slut," he commands, his voice a low growl in my ear. "Beg me to let you cum on my cock."
"Please! I need.. I.. fuck.. p-please!"
I am sobbing, my voice desperate, my hips thrusting back against him with everything I have and the restraints will give. I am losing my grip on reality, the world dissolving into a blur of heat and friction.
"Not yet," he whispers, slowing his pace just as I reach the peak.
"You have to beg pretty."
"Please, my heart! I'll do anything! Just let me cum! Please, please, please!"
I am incoherent, my words slurring together, I don't know if anything I'm saying is actually tumbling from my mouth or if I'm just whimpering as he watches me fall apart. The pleasure is becoming a torture of its own. I can feel the orgasm hovering just out of reach, a shimmering mirage. I am floaty, my mind drifting into that hazy, warm space where nothing exists but him and the sensation of being used, a needy toy begging to be fucked and played with. I'm his, right where he wants me.
He picks up the pace again, his thrusts becoming shorter, faster, more violent. He is abusing my swollen cunt now, pounding into me as if he wants to leave a mark on the inside as well as the outside.
"Such a good little fucktoy," he groans, his breath hot and ragged. "you're the perfect mindless little plaything for my cock to fill when you get like this, aren't you?"
I feel the wave coming again. It's an avalanche, a crushing weight of pleasure that threatens to wipe me out. My moans turn into panicked, breathy mumbles.
"I... I can't... baby..."
"What was that, sweetheart?"
"Good girls... don't cum... unless they're told," I whisper the words back to him.
A mantra, the last shred of training he gave me without me even noticing, clinging to my consciousness. "Good girls... don't... unless..."
I am fighting my own body, trying to hold back the explosion, my muscles trembling with the effort. I am repeating it over and over, a desperate prayer to my god, my heart.
He feels the tension in my walls, the way I am vibrating around him. He lets out a low, satisfied chuckle.
"You remember your lessons so well, princess. You've been such a good girl today."
He leans in, his lips brushing my earlobe.
"You can cum now. Cum for me, starlight."
The permission is the trigger. I explode.
My pussy clenches with a violence that nearly pushes him out, the internal muscles squeezing his shaft in rhythmic, punishing waves. I squirt obscenely, the hot fluid spraying against his thighs and the beneath me. I scream, a long, loud sound of total surrender, my body arching one last time before I go limp, body twitching.
"I love you.. love you.. I love you.." I sob, the words tumbling out of me, unfiltered and raw through every wave and every after shock as he keeps pumping into me.
"I know you do, sweetheart," he praises, his voice filling my head, drowning out everything else. "Look at you. Look how pretty you look, soaked in tears and sweat and your own juice. Painted all pretty with welts and bruises just for me. I love you"
He doesn't stop thrusting, even as I tremble in the aftermath of the orgasm. He is close now; I can feel the tension in his thighs, the way his breath has become a series of sharp grunts.
"I'm going to give my good little slut in heat what she needs to feel all better,"
He delivers three more powerful, deep thrusts, burying himself as far as he can go, and then he freezes. I feel the first hot jet of his cum hit my cervix, a searing burst of warmth that fills me to the brim. He pumps into me, over and over, filling me. I can feel the volume of it, the way it overflows and begins to leak out, mixing with my own.
He collapses onto my back, his weight a comforting pressure, his chest heaving against mine. We stay like that for a long time, the only sound the ticking of the clock and our synchronized breathing.
Slowly, he begins to move. I feel the restraints being undone, the leather straps clicking open one by one. As the tension vanishes, my limbs feel heavy, like lead. I can't move; I am too exhausted, my mind still trapped in that fuzzy, golden haze only he can put me in.
He slides out of me with a wet, squelching sound, and I whimper at the sudden loss of fullness. He doesn't leave me there. He gathers me into his arms, supporting my dead weight as he helps me from the table. I can hardly stand, trusting him with most of my weight and direction, my eyes half-closed, my body twitching occasionally.
He helps me gently to our bed, laying me down on the cool sheets. He tucks me under a heavy blanket, pulling me tight against his chest.
"My sweet, tired girl," he whispers, kissing my forehead.
He begins to kiss me, soft, lazy make-outs that taste of salt and desire. His tongue slides against mine, exchanging saliva in a slow, rhythmic dance. I moan into his mouth, my hands weakly clutching at his shoulders.
Then, his hand snakes down, sliding between my thighs. I flinch, a small, sharp whimper escaping me. My pussy is over-sensitive, raw and filled with his cum. The mere touch of his fingers feels like an electric shock.
He doesn't push; he just toys with me, rubbing slow, gentle circles around my clit.
"Nnn... baby, stop... too much,"* I whine, squirming away from the touch.
He smirks against my lips, his fingers continuing their torture. I try to push his hand away, but my muscles are too spent. I am a heap of ruined nerves. Slowly, the resistance fades. The overwhelming sensation shifts from too-much to just-enough. My hips begin to rock needily into his fingers, my soft no's and whines fading back into low, guttural moans.
I am on the verge again. The friction is building, the warmth of the blanket and the scent of his skin pulling me back toward the edge. I can feel the tension mounting in my lower belly, the familiar pull of a second climax.
Just as I am about to peak, just as my breath hitches and my back begins to arch... he pulls his hand away.
I freeze, my eyes snapping open, my chest heaving. The sudden void is agonizing.
"No... no, baby, please..."
He pulls back, a triumphant smirk on his face as he looks down at my flushed, desperate expression. He kisses the tip of my nose, his eyes full of affection and mischief.
"I love you so much, my good girl," he whispers, pulling the blanket up to my chin and holding me close. "And I know when my good girl has had enough for one night."
