Cumming for Christmas?

"Yes, master," Emma panted, as she felt her whole lower body pulse with pain. "I love it. I love you. I love what you do to me. But-but-but please, I'm so sore. I'm so... needy. Please, I need some relief." As she spoke she squirmed in her restraints, trying to get comfortable, trying to get some relief from the pain, if nothing else. Instinctively she arched her back, pushing her red behind into the air and displaying it for her master. James couldn't help but stare at her perfect body as it lay there before him. Her long, slim legs and firm round bum looked their very best as she curled and squirmed. And from head to toe, she was his.

As the crop ran over the wet patch showing through her underwear, Emma gasped and let out a lustful, whimpering moan.

"Please master," she begged, "I want to be touched, I want to be fucked... I wanna cum... Please."

Suddenly, he grabbed her underwear and pulled it from her legs, exposing her completely. The chilly air made Emma shiver when she felt it on her wet and sensitive lips, more from excitement than from the cold.

"If you wanna be touched, and fucked, then we can do that. You can be touched and fucked all you want." Master's voice was mischievous, and Emma knew he'd have something planned, there was no way he'd just give her what she wanted... Was there? Unless he was feeling extra generous at Christmas... But she didn't care. She just needed to be touched, she was going crazy like this. The end of the crop slid under her hips, and with the lightest touch master pushed her into position, with her back arched and her bum pushed slightly into the air. He didn't need to use force on her, not now, her whole body would follow his every whim.

"Stay," he ordered in a stern voice. The word alone sent a bolt of lightning down her spine. Reaching back into the bag of presents, he produced the wand which he had bought her. Just the feeling of its head pressing against her ever more needy cunt was enough to make her squirm. And as James bunched up the quilt of the bed underneath her tummy, so that could rest in position just like that, he turned it on.

Instantly the vibrations were like a storm between her legs, and Emma let out a lustful, satisfied moan.

"Oh fuck. Thank you, master" she purred, as the wand worked its magic. Already she was grinding against it, pushing hard into the bed to feel the vibrations pulse through her whole body. Each and every second of it was a relief, like rain after a hot day. And then he reached down between her thighs and turned the toy from low to high. The rain turned into a storm. The welcome relief was now torture of its own. Working her sensitive clit so hard it made her sore and made her squirm hard against it. The feeling was too intense to bear, but whenever she lifted herself away from it her whole body cried and begged and demanded more. Desperately she tried to wriggle and find a spot where the feeling was enough but not too much, but even the slightest touch of it made her feel as if she was hooked into the mains. With each moment of the torture Master was inflicting on her, her moans got louder and more desperate. At the same time more pained and more pleasurable. And then she felt the hand press against the small of her back, and another push the toy hard into her. The pressure made the vibrations so much more intense. She could feel them through her whole body. Everything seemed to tingle at once and the pain and pleasure between her legs spiked as she'd never felt before. A long, loud squeal filled the room as every nerve in Emma's body was overloaded at once.

"Oh, do you like that you little cunt?"

"Yes, master! But... its so-fuck, so intense. So strong. It's too much..."

"Oh, well if it's too much...." James snatched the toy away and turned it off, leaving Emma squirming and writhing on the bed.

"No! I want it! I wanna use it! Please! But on low... It was too much on high... but it felt so good at first... please master... be kind to me..."

"I have a better idea..."

Positioning himself behind her he pulled off his underwear and in one swift movement pushed his hard cock into her in one swift movement.

Emma winced as she felt his girth and moaned deeply as he filled her.

"Fuck" she panted, as he pushed further in "fuck." His hands gripped her by the hips as he began to thrust. Slowly at first, gently, letting her body get used to having so much of him inside it. Then he began to speed up, and her moans got more intense. Every thrust was sending sparks up her spine to her brain.

"Fuck," she grunted, as he grabbed a handful of hair. Her hands grasped at the ropes that still bound them, clawing at her own skin as he fucked her harder and harder. One of his hands pulled her head back by her hair, the other gripping her waist, pulling her into his thrusts. The fire was building, every second her breathing got more rapid, her heart rate faster. Then she saw him grab the end of her leash, and pull on it tight, pulling her into him by her throat with every thrust. Immediately the pressure on her throat sent her brain into overdrive, and she gave a loud, excited whimper as the leather pressed against her neck.

"Fuck" she whimpered, the pressure on her throat making the feelings so much more intense. Then he pulled harder. The leather snapped tight against herskin, it bit into her neck, crushed her throat, squeezed her arteries, and pulled her head back. Wrapping the other end around his hand he pulled hard.

"You fucking like that you little slut?" He growled, noticing her panting and moaning getting more frantic. "You like it when you're on a leash? Getting fucked like the bitch you are?"

"Yes sir" she squeaked back, words struggling to form in her constricted throat. "Fuck." She was building up, every insult he hurled at her pushing her further. The choking making the already amazing feeling of his thick shaft even better.

"I... Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck" she moaned, cursing each time he thrust into her.

"You fucking like that slut?" He growled.

"Fuck. Yes. Fuck."

"You like getting filled with a fat cock?"

"Yes. Sir. Fuck... I... Fuck."

"You wanna fucking cum?"

"Oh... Fuck... Yes... Fuck... I'm... Fuck..." She was close. It wouldn't be long, her muscles were starting to tense, her brain was flooded with chemicals and hormones.

"You're what, bitch?" He demanded. She didn't reply straight away, her brain struggling to comprehend his words. "You're. What?!" He demanded again, raising his voice. This got her attention, and it drove her crazy, hearing the anger in his voice.

"I'm... Fuck... I'm... Close... Fuck... shit..."

Her brain went into overdrive as the last scraps of oxygenated blood ran out and suddenly she was there, at the edge, the very edge

"You wanna fucking cum, slut"? He growled, noticing all her muscles begin to tense hard

"Shit... G... Gonna," was all she could manage to spit out, exhausting the last scraps of air in her lungs.

Suddenly the tension on her neck released and he pulled out of her. How could she forget that she wasn't allowed?

"No, no, no!" She pleaded desperately "Please. Please, sir. Don't stop. Please. Fuck. No. C'mon. Fuck. Please. Shit. I thought I was on the nice list!" She gasped for air, and clawed at her own skin, her hips humping uncontrollably such was her desperation. But her protests didn't move him, he simply stood watching her writhe around,

"Nooo," she whined angrily, as she realised he would stand by his word.

"Get up" he barked, grabbing her by the and pulling her upright. All she could do was whimper as he instructed her to kneel, pushing down hard on her shoulders, sending her to her knees. She knew what he wanted, and she wanted to please him. Maybe if she did well he'd be nice, maybe he'd let her cum. The desperation still filled her body, he'd never stopped her when she'd been so close before, she'd do anything to cum now, and he knew. Once on her knees, the height difference was even greater, her head sitting near his hips, his whole body towering over her, casting a shadow on her face as she looked up at him, eyes wide, full of desire.

As soon as her knees hit the floor her mouth opened instinctively, and leaning in, she licked his shaft, running her tongue in one motion down the entire length. She could taste herself on it, mixed with his sweat; maybe it was just because she was so needy, but she thought it tasted good. Slowly her tongue ran up and down his full length as he held her hair in his hands, not roughly, just enough to remind her who was in control, as if she needed reminding. He gave soft, satisfied moans as she flicked her tongue over and around the head, grasping the shaft with her hand and jerking it slowly as she did. Why did it taste so good? She never liked giving head before, so why did she love this? Was it the adrenaline? The fear? Was it because she wanted to cum so bad that she'd do anything? Or was it just because he controlled her so totally that granting his every wish pleased, that if he liked something she liked doing it?

"Open wide," he growled, pulling her head away from him. She looked up at him, wriggling her jaw, opening it wide for him, ready to take it. "Good girl. It seems like I can't fuck you properly without you cumming, since you're so fucking horny." he continued, tightening his grip on her hair.

"But it feels so good!" She pleaded, knowing every word he said was true. "It's so big and you fuck me so good and... And-and I just can't help myself... Please." Him fucking her right to the edge had driven her crazy, her body was crying out for more, her horniness increasing with every word, as she thought about how good he felt.

"You want me to fuck you again you little slut?" Just the thought of it spiked her heart rate. She was a mess. She needed it.

"Yes!" She pleaded excitedly, "Please sir, please sir, please."

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me, please fuck your little slutty elf, she wants your cock so bad!"

"Oh she's going to get my cock," he growled, "but since she can't get fucked in her pussy without cumming already, I'll have to fuck her mouth."

"What? No, that's not fair!" She was scared, there was no way he could be so rough with her mouth, was there? Not even he could be that mean, surely. Just fitting him in her mouth was a struggle, she'd never managed to take it all yet.

"I decide what's fair. I say. You do. Understand?"

"Yes sir" she replied, defeated. Slowly he pushed her head onto him, her jaw stretching to fit him, her mouth open as wide as it would go.

"Good girl," he breathed as she took the first few inches, "maybe you can earn a place on the nice list after all, even if you are a needy little brat." But he didn't stop there, he kept pushing her head down, forcing her mouth open wider as his whole length slid into her mouth. She felt him at the top of her throat, and began to gag, but still, he didn't stop. Tears were running down her cheeks, taking mascara with them as her lips finally reached the base of his shaft. And he held her there. Panic filled her brain, she couldn't breathe, she was gagging uncontrollably, trying to pull away from him but he held her there tight, enjoying seeing the panic grow on her face as her eyes grew wider and her struggles more frantic. Finally, he released and she drew her head back, spluttering and gasping for air.

"Fuck. Fuck." Was all she could say. She'd never done that before, she'd tried, she always tried to be a good sub, but could never take it, from anyone. How was it that he managed to make her do it, and with so much? "Fuck..."

"I'm not done." He snarled, and again he grabbed her hair and guided her mouth towards him, ignoring her pleas and protests, shutting her up with a full mouth. He held her for a moment, loosening his grip, waiting for her to start, but she didn't, she refused, held her head still and looked up at him with a defiant look in her eyes.

'Fine' he thought, and gripped her head tighter once again, as he began to thrust. Slowly his shaft slid back and forth in her mouth, her red lips stretched around it. She tried to stop him: she struggled in her bindings, tried to open her mouth even wider so that her lips wouldn't press against the shaft, but she couldn't move her jaw one millimetre. Still, he thrust away, getting into a rhythm, back and forth, pushing into her mouth, beginning to let out soft moans as the pleasure built. Steadily the rhythm got faster, his cock sliding further into her mouth, making her gag each time it pressed against the back of her throat. With each thrust, she couldn't help but dream of feeling it in her needy cunt, instead of in her mouth. Each thrust made her more and more horny, she couldn't resist him any more, she had to give him what he wanted, she didn't know why, but part of her brain demanded it. A hand moved from pressing against his legs to wrapping its fingers around the shaft, struggling to grip it was so thick. With a satisfied moan, he loosened his grip on her, slowing his thrusts, and she took over. Her head bobbed back and forth along his length, her lips and tongue pressing against it.

"Mmm fuck, you're such a good girl," he moaned. His moans of pleasure encouraged her, hearing them made her even more eager to please. Faster and faster she worked him, feeling his breathing grow more rapid. The fire was building, it wouldn't be long. His breathing became faster still, his muscles tensed as he controlled the impulse.

"Fuck kitten I'm gonna cum" he sighed, squeezing his core to keep from exploding in her mouth "fuck."

Quickly she pulled him from her mouth, leaving salvia glistening on the head and shaft, and stroked it, squeezing her hand tight around his girth. Looking up, she saw him staring down at her, the fierce look of the dom replaced by love and lust as she pushed him over the edge. Without breaking eye contact she knelt up, aiming the squirts at her chest as he exploded, the thick load covering her breasts as he let out a long, satisfied sigh.

"You're such a fucking good girl," he panted, stroking her hair "fuck you're good."

"Thank you sir" she purred back, a grin growing on her face as she admired the amount of cum he had covered her in, watching it slide and drip slowly off her perfect breasts. "Now I hope I'm on the nice list after all that... Or Santa won't be getting any cookies, he won't be getting any milk. And he certainly won't be getting any more blowjobs. No matter how nice this collar is."

"Hehe oh, you're on the nice list alright..." James chuckled menacingly as he wiped himself clean with a tissue before doing the same to her. "You're such a good girl and good girls definitely deserve treats."

"I think it's time to give you what you want," he told her, and her whole body filled with excitement, and she let out a soft excited moan involuntarily. Her whole body ached and was desperate to be fucked. "But," he continued, "Christmas is for games with the ones you love. And I have one last little game to play with you tonight" Walking over to his bag he grabbed a few things: the vibrator, a crop, and reaching deep into the sack of presents he pulled out a ball gag.

Without a word he sat on the edge of the bed and gestured for her to join him. Sitting beside her on the bed he toddler her "open wide", placing the ball between her lips. Carefully moving her hair out of the way he fastened it, and she gave a satisfied grunt. The gag made it hard to breathe and held her mouth open uncomfortably, but it was a symbol of his ownership and so she loved it.

"Who's a good little bitch?" He asked.

"I am," she tried to say, struggling to form words with a full mouth.

"Good." He agreed, standing and stalking around the bed, admiring her body, as he explained what would happen.

"You're going to stay there. Bent over and panting like the little bitch you are. While the toy works its magic. But you're not going to cum, not until I say so. Before that happens, you're going to take 10 hard hits from the crop." she couldn't help but whimper at that, 10 more hits! He was being so cruel... not at all in the Christmas spirit! But she wanted her rewarded so fucking bad. Her thinking was cut short as he easily manhandled her into position, bent over on the bed.

"One" he counted, as the crop connected with her thigh."Two. Three." came quickly, on her back, making her whole body shake from the impact and making her eyes water. Her back stung. Her thighs were bruised. The collar was tight around her throat and the rope was burning her arms as she struggled against it.

"Please, fuck," she tried to plead through the gag. If he understood, she didn't notice.

"4. 5." Faster, harder than before, one after the other. Making her squeal into the gag and forcing tears from her eyes. Her makeup was ruined: mascara ran down her cheeks all the way to her jawline, her lipstick was smudged all over from the gag. But, he thought, this was when she was at her most gorgeous. When she was helpless, when she was broken, when she was hurting and desperate and crying. He ran the tip of the crop up the inside of her thigh, and she shivered as it scratched her. He teased her with it between the legs, listening to her moan from the lightest touch, so desperate was she for more.

"6, 7," he counted, as he struck her with it down the inside of her right thigh. "8. 9." He grunted, as the crop hit her left leg. It was too much, her legs gave way from under her and she collapsed prone onto the bed, moaning hard into the gag.

"Please!" She begged but he ignored her.

"Get Up. Slut." He ordered her "Stay where I fucking told you." But she couldn't, even though every part of her wanted to obey, her body was too weak, she was broken.

"Please. Please, sir, I can't... I can't." The gag stifled her words, but he still understood.

And he wasn't completely cruel, not at Christmas anyway. Relenting for a moment, he went back to his bag and dug around in it for a minute to give her some rest from the punishment. From it, he took some velcro straps, which he fastened to her thigh, using them to tie the wand vibrator to her, holding it against her clit. A form hand under her hips pushed her back into position now that her legs had stopped shaking so much.

"Please... fuck." she begged desperately. Just feeling the pressure of the toy against her was enough to make her draw a deep, shaky breath.

"One more," he told her, reaching down he turned on the toy, to its lowest setting. She let out a long moan as she felt the vibrations. Already her breathing was getting faster. She was so horny from all his teasing. Gently he caressed her sore and red bum, ran his fingers over each of the marks and felt her flinch from even the lightest touch.

"Fffuuuuuckkkkkkkkk," she exclaimed her whole body tense. She could feel it coming, it wouldn't be long.

"Don't. You. DARE. Cum without permission!" He shouted at her, reaching down and turning the toy up. It took every last scrap of her willpower to keep from going over the edge right that second.

"What's the matter, kitten?" He teased, holding her struggling body still as her heart rate accelerated. She was close, really close, and he knew. He stood watching her convulse, watching her fight to hold it off, moaning and struggling.

"I... fuck," she begged, "I'm gonna... I can't... Fuck... sir..." but he didn't react. "Pleassseeeeeee".

Finally, he moved, but not to give her the final hit, nor to grant her the permission she was desperate for. Instead, he flicked the switch of the toy, switching it off.

"Ssiiiiirrrrrrrrr!" She complained, writhing around, the gag between her lips reducing her complaints to little more than desperate moans.

He pushed her back down into the bed and pulled out her legs so that she was prone on her stomach. He flipped her over onto her back, locking eyes with her. Her mind still raced from the sensations of the vibrator, looking up at him she saw the look in his eye though, and she snapped instantly back to her senses. Kneeling with her tiny body between his legs he felt her shake in protest, and he saw the anger in her eyes stronger than ever before.