Cumming for Christmas?

"10!" He shouted, slapping her hard across the face, so hard it made her ears ring and her vision blur, snapping her back to reality from the edge of ecstasy. She was panting hard, her chest heaving, her heart full of anger and her body desperate for relief.

"Fuck you, Fuck you. Fuck you." She chanted, staring into his eyes.

Finally, he reached down, and switched the toy back on, setting the power to maximum.

"Mmmmmmm fuck," she moaned. He grabbed her by the throat and squeezed hard, crushing everything between his fingers. God, the rush. Every feeling was amplified when she felt his hand around her neck, adding to the pressure from the collar.

"Beg," he instructed her. "Beg like the desperate little whore you are."

"Please, please. Please, please please please please please," she begged, knowing she only had a few seconds before she would lose control of her body. "Please, sir! Please... master," growing more and more desperate.

"10." He started to count, "9." 9 seconds she thought, I can't last that long

"8. 7. 6."

"Pleaseeeeeeee" she grunted into her gag.

"5." She was too close, she couldn't stop it.

"4." He squeezed harder, grabbing her hair with his spare hand.

"3." Was his counting slowing, or was she just losing track of time as she slipped further and further into his control?

"2." She was running out of oxygen in her brain. Her lungs burnt, her vision blurred.

"...1." Her back began to arch, her toes curled, her thighs tensed, pushing her whole body into him as he knelt over her.

He paused a short moment, watching her struggle, feeling her heart beat desperately. Taking his time to bend down close her ear, feeling her hot breath on his skin,

"Cum for me you desperate little cunt," he growled. Finally, she fell over the edge, pushed by his words. Every muscle in her body tensed and shook, her heart beat so hard in her chest it hurt. Her lungs burnt like they were full of lava and her blood pumped like it never had before.

"Cum for me slut," he repeated, seeing the ecstasy course through her body. He released the grip on her throat and saw all the blood rush to her head, tinting her skin dark crimson, pushing her further over the edge. She went dizzy, her head spun, her brain was emptied of all intelligent thought as every neuron in her body fired at once. Pleasure. Pain. Fear. All filled her body, all fought for her attention as she lay shaking uncontrollably.

For what felt like an eternity he left her there moaning and convulsing as wave after wave washed over her. He didn't need to lay a finger on her, the unceasing vibrations were pushing her to another orgasm, even as she still shook from the last. Again and again, she came, unable to do anything but lie there, shaking and moaning.

Finally, he reached down and turned off the toy, massaging her with his fingers as he did. Once she had stopped convulsing, he went to her face and removed the gag from her mouth.

"Fuck," was all she could manage to say, catching her breath.

"Did you enjoy that kitten?" he asked her, giving her a long kiss.

"Fuck... yes master" she replied, still panting.

"Have you had enough?"

"Yes... " She panted after short pause "Yes master, I'm so sensitive... so sore."

"Too bad," he growled at her "we're just getting started." Just getting started? She feared his words but loved them.

"But!" she began to protest, stopping sharply as he slapped her across her flushed red cheek.

"But. Nothing." he told her. "You. Are mine. You belong to me. I will use you, any way I want. Do you understand that whore?"

"...Yes sir."

"I will do anything I want to you. I will use you any way I feel like. You exist to please me. Understand?"

"Yes sir."

"You are my whore. You are my slut. You are my kitten. And I am going to fuck you until I am satisfied. You want that don't you?"

"Yes sir..." she admitted. She knew he was right.

He slid down her body, biting her neck. The sting pierced through the foggy afterglow.

"No... Fuck... Don't... Don't bite me," she pleaded. Ignoring her he continued down, kissing her collarbones, flicking her nipples with his tongue, kissing down her stomach until his mouth arrived at her hips. He sank his teeth into her thighs and she let out a squeal of pain as his hands wrapped under her and lifted her hips off the bed. She gave him a long, lustful look, eyes wide, as he slowly untied the velcro straps holding the wand in place, and massaged her clit with his fingers.

"Mmmmm," she moaned, as his fingers found every sensitive spot.

"Roll over," he barked at her, helping her over as she struggled.

"Ass in the air, slut," he barked, spanking her.

"Yes master" she replied as she slowly pushed herself into position, her shaky and aching thighs hardly able to take any weight. She was wet and needy. The orgasms the toy had given her were simultaneously too much and not nearly enough. He knelt, holding her bum in his hands, squeezing it gently and listening to her pant, still struggling to catch her breath with the collar pressing on her throat.

"Don't move," he instructed, giving her a parting slap as he stood and walked back to his bag, pulling from it a small vibrating plug and some lube.

"Ready for this, slut?" He asked as he teased her hole with his thumb, sending shivers down her body.

"Mmmmm" was all she could manage, arching her back slightly.

He put some of the lube on his hands, making sure it was warm before he rubbed it around her hole, and on the toy making sure it would slide in easily. She couldn't help but flinch as he did.

"You want this you little whore?" He demanded.

"Yes master," she purred back, readying herself.

Slowly, very slowly, he pushed it in, as he held her by her arms, still tired with ropes behind her back, with the other hand.

"Fuck," she exclaimed, as she felt it stretch her, "fuck."

"Good girl" he whispered, watching her take it all in, and tense up as it slid into her. "Does that feel good?"

"Fuck, yes sir," she moaned, and he flicked the switch, starting the vibrations. "Oh fuck, that feels good". He didn't say anything, just watched, as she wriggled and tried to get comfortable, feeling the toy push inside her and fill her. When she had gotten comfortable, he gave her a hard spank, making her let out a long grunt, the impact travelling inside her, amplified by the plug.

"Shit," was all she could find the words to say.

She could already feel the sparks building inside her again, the vibrations seeming to fill her whole body. She was getting close.

He slid a strong hand between her legs, feeling her wetness, as he slowly slid two fingers inside her.

"Holy shit," she repeated, edging ever closer, as he began to work his fingers inside of her, curling them and finding her most sensitive areas.

"Oh my god," she moaned, "oh my god." Tonight his fingers alone felt better than anything else she could imagine.

"You like that you little whore?" He growled.

"Yes sir, yes sir. So much, I-I-I'm close."

Pushing the toy further into her with his spare hand, making her bend and try and pull away as the pressure got greater, he asked her, "gonna cum already?"

"Yes," she whimpered "I'm so needy. I'm such a needy girl."

"Not without my permission you're not," he replied, as he fingered her faster. She didn't know if she could last through sny more of his games. She had gotten good at controlling herself, at holding back, she'd certainly had plenty of practice now. But this was something else.

"Please, please master," she begged, "I don't know if, I don't think, please..." A shudder shot through her body and she let out a desperate lustful moan, "I'm gonna... Please... Master... Fuck."

He gave her one last, hard hit with his left hand and growled a single word, "Cum." and she did. She felt the climax wash over her, as her body began to shake and she let out another giddy moan and he felt her muscles tense.

"Oh fuck, thank you, sir," she panted, as he continued to work his fingers inside of her.

So much waiting over successive lockdowns, so much teasing over text and video, so much torment tonight had made her desperate, she needed more.

The toy filled her ass, his fingers worked inside her pussy, his spare hand grabbed handfuls of her flesh, or spanked her. Her muscles twitched with his every touch, her constricted hands grabbed at whatever they could hold onto as she knelt there panting, at his mercy.

"Please sir, don't stop," she begged. He felt her begin to twitch, knowing the edge was approaching fast. His fingers began to slow, despite the bitch's relentless begging.

"Not yet" he instructed calmly, slowing the movement of his hands.

"Cmon... cmon... please," she pleaded, the vibrations from the plug still pushing her towards the edge, although much more slowly.

"Not yet," he repeated

"I'm...trying," she panted, grinding herself uncontrollably against his now still fingers. It wasn't enough, she wanted so bad to orgasm, despite his orders not to, but the toy alone wasn't enough. She whimpered as he held her there on the edge, her noises growing more desperate, pained even, the longer he kept her like that. She couldn't take it, she let out a loud, roaring moan and begged a final time.

"Pleaaassseeee."

"Oh, can you not cum from that plug alone?"

"No sore... I need more stimulation... please..."

"Have you really not had enough, huh? I thought you'd be sore by now... or frankly just exhausted.

"One more. Just one more. Please... then we can cuddle and... fuck... whatever normal couple do at Christmas, instead of... this... One more. Pretty please. For Christmas."

"Okay fine," James laughed, "One more."

Taking her waist with one hand, and his thick member in the other, he slowly moved into position behind her.

The edge was drifting away, the desperate pain in her gut fading, but as it did the desire, no, the need, in her mind only grew.

"Yes sir... please," she begged between breaths. Holding her waist firmly and bending her into position he slowly slid himself into her. "Fuck" she moaned, feeling him stretch her "Fuck." She wriggled slightly, finding a comfortable position, to take his full length as he slid it into her.

"Good little slut," he told her, beginning to thrust.

"Thank you, sir," she breathed, "be gentle..."

"I'll use you," he started, grabbing a handful of hair, "anyway I want."

"But..." she protested.

"Your body is mine. To use how I please. You are my kitten, my slut, my fuck toy. You. Belong. To Me." he grunted.

"Yes sir, yes sir, I'm yours" she agreed, too exhausted to be able to fight, and too needy to want to.

"Good girl," he grunted, pulling on her hair and beginning to thrust faster, feeling the vibrations from her plug transmitted into him through her. "Fuck you feel so good."

"Thank you, sir," she panted. Her head flooded with information from her body; the pain from her growing collection of marks and bruises. The friction from the ropes tying her arms. The ache in her throat and her chest from struggling to breathe past the tight-fitting collar. Sparks flowing from her scalp into her brain as he tugged on her hair and lightning shooting out from her needy holes, down each limb, to the tips of her toes and the centre of her brain.

He felt the vibrations of the toy flow through her body into his, he felt her hair pull in his hands as he gripped it tightly, he felt her tight grip on his rod as he thrust inside her, the excitement building inside of him. Their hearts beat faster and faster, their breathing grew harder as they moaned and grunted away.

"Harder..." she pleaded. He didn't need to be asked twice. Pulling hard on her hair, and pushing her head down into the bed he began slamming into her harder. Each thrust causing her to moan and grunt, as he filled her, pushing her ever closer.

"My God," she moaned, her breathing becoming strained and difficult, the position sending the blood running from her body into her head.

"You fucking like that you little whore?" he grunted at her.

"Yes, master."

"You like it when I use you like this?"

"Yes, master."

"Good. Because that's all you're good for isn't it?"

"Yes, master. Fuck."

"Being fucked and used. You exist to serve. To please me"

"Yes master," she moaned, each word hitting her like a hammer, sending her further and further into her subspace. She knew that she belonged to him, and she loved it. "Fuck," she moaned again, feeling her brain fill with endorphins with every word, every thrust. Releasing his hand from her hair and her waist he grabbed her by her hips with both, digging his nails in and pulling her into him harder.

"Fuck," she repeated, as his nails sent more sparks through her, causing her to grip at her arms, from pain and from pleasure, struggling hard against the ropes holding her hands in place. "I'm close." As her moaning got louder and her breathing more desperate he reached to her neck, wrapping his fingers under her collar and pulling on it hard. The collar dug into her skin, making her heart beat harder and harder, and her lungs start to burn. "Master..." she moaned desperately as a wave of ecstasy flowed through her. He felt her muscles tense and shake, gripping down on him as he fucked her. He pulled harder on her collar, choking her completely, and dug his nails into her skin hard with his other hand as his thrusts pushed her over the edge. She moaned hard, cursing and grunting with every thrust as she writhed around, held by his strong hands. But he didn't slow.

"Fuck," he grunted, as he put all his effort into fighting against her tight grip on him, "God."

The wave passed over her and he released his grip on her collar, listening to her gasp desperately for air as the blood rushed back to her brain. The rush of chemicals in her blood overcame her, and her muscles went weak, no longer able to support herself after the beatings she had received. All of the pain suddenly became apparent, her strength sapped, her body and mind exhausted. Hardly able to speak she collapsed onto the bed as his thrusting slowed

"Master... fuck," she purred, as her body gave out, "God."

"Had enough, bitch?" He growled into her ear, bending over her as he continued to thrust slowly.

"Yes master..." she panted, "I can't take any more... I'm so sore and sensitive. You've broken me."

"I'm not fucking done with you yet" he continued "I'm not done with your body." She didn't think she could take another moment of his treatment, no matter how good it felt. Her pussy was sore and oversensitive, her lungs burnt, her muscles ached, her mind exhausted, shell shocked.

"I'm broken master," she pleaded, "it hurts."

Finally relenting, he released his grip on her body, and stopped thrusting, pulling out and listening to her let out soft gentle moans as he did.

Planting a long kiss on the back of her neck he whispered, "Good girl, you've done so well."

"Thank you sir," she panted back. Her energy flooded back as she felt his lips, his gentle touch like a healing spell, making her forget about her used and hurting body, re-energising her tired mind.

He slumped down on the bed next to her, holding her face as they softly kissed.

"Good girl," he repeated, "good girl." Every time he called her that she couldn't help but smile. For her, it was the best reward he could give.

Reaching behind her back he slowly undid the ropes which had been binding her arms, letting the tight rope slide off gently, then giving it a quick final tug.

"Ahh!" she squealed as the rope burnt her wrists, "dick," and he couldn't help but giggle at her protests.

Rolling onto her back she held her arms out in front, admiring the red lines snaking up and down her pale skin, the pattern of the rope embossed into her flesh.

Running his fingers over the marks the rope had left he asked, "Did you like that?"

"Oh yes sir," she purred back, giving him another long kiss.

"Good," he smiled, "I did too... But I have one last gift for you before bedtime,"

"Oh really?!" she began to protest, knowing what was next, "you spoil me." Her grin spread from ear to ear as James stood up and headed to grab the final item from his sack of presents

"Off the bed." he barked as he did, "on your knees."

Without a word she slid her used and exhausted body onto the floor, as he walked back and sat at the edge of the mattress. In his hand was an ornate little box. Emma's mind ran wild at the thought of what might have been in there. A ring? Surely not... He'd never be THAT generous... And why would he want her on her knees for that... The box opened, and she heard the tinkle of metal on metal. Not a ring then, but what... From the box, he slowly pulled a small heart-shaped medallion on a metallic loop and held it out so she could read it.

"Kitten," it read on one side. On the other, it said "My gorgeous girl, the strongest I know. Love James."

"I know you've had a hard year," he explained with a smile, "but you got through it. You're still here. And you're all mine. So I wanted to get you this. Something to remind you that even when I'm not around, I'm still thinking of you. And... to remind you to behave when I'm not around too!"

"I... Thank you. I love it. So much." Before he even got a chance to fasten it to her collar, Emma jumped up and hugged him tightly, savouring his touch and the feeling of his heartbeat. When she finally pulled away and flopped down next to him on the bed, he deftly fastened the tag to her collar with a great big smile before joining her in collapsing into the soft cotton.

Running her fingers through her hair he jokingly asked.

"Again?"

"Hahaha, fuck off," she laughed back, "I think I'd die."

"I think you would too," he agreed, as he slowly began to stand, resting her head against the side of the bed. Reaching for the table he handed her a box of tissues, and she began to clean herself, and he sank back onto the bed, doing the same.

"Come here," he smiled at her, patting the spot on the bed beside him, unable to take his eyes off her as she crawled and settled in next to him "God, you're so fucking perfect" he whispered, as he wrapped a long arm around her and snuggled her in tight.

"Uh-huh," she giggled back, planting a kiss on his chest.

They lay there together, feeling their hearts beat, feeling each other breathe, feeling the warmth of the other snuggled in against them, and they both knew that this was what they'd always wanted. She was broken and exhausted, tipsy from the wine, sore from his beatings, satisfied, totally. He was grinning, knowing that she was the best damn sub he'd ever have, the most fun person he'd ever met, and a little proud that he'd finally managed to teach her some manners.

"We should shower" he sighed eventually, trying to sit up.

"Nope." she protested, holding him tight and pushing her weight onto him.

"Nope, c'mon," he insisted, "you look like a panda who's eaten a tube of lipstick, and we both stink."

"Ugh, fine," she agreed, releasing her grip on him.

"Let's get this off you first though" he added, reaching for her collar.

"Thank you," she replied, as the band opened and she felt the marks it had left around her neck.

"There you go."

She watched him as he walked over the room, still massaging her sore neck, as she sank back into bed and he disappeared around the corner into the bathroom.

Upon hearing the water start to run she slowly dragged herself up too, and walked into the bathroom after him, opening the door to the shower and squeezing in.

"Mind if I join?" she joked, kissing him.

"Well, I doubt you'd leave even if I said yes" he mused "so no, I don't mind."

"Good," she announced, "and yeah, you're right."

The hot water ran over them, and she squealed as it covered her impressive collection of marks.