Getting What She Fears Yet Craves

***His alpha appearance and behaviour had been what first attracted her to him, yet the more they went on dates, the more he seemed to soften. But she didn't want a perfect gentleman - she still craved the bastard! This is what happened when she finally got what she feared yet craved...***

He was bigger than her and taller than her. He was much louder and more sure of himself. Just being in the same room made her want to nervously hide. Yet some part of her was besotted. Some part of her craved his extreme oppositeness of everything she was or could be. Deep down she knew why - she was a masochist and craved somebody who would overpower her and hurt her for their mutual pleasure. Even so, she was always so shy around him that she was shocked when, one day, he had asked her out on a date.

Curiously, rather than finding herself the overpowered plaything of a bad boy, the good in her started to soften him. He became quieter and less forthright. He became kinder and less demanding. But, scary though he had been, she didn't want a fellow sheep or a sheep in wolf's clothing. She wanted the wolf.

As the man continued to take her on dates she started to deliberately irk him. To do the things she'd seen others do that he had had no patience for. Yet in each case he'd patiently sorted out the cables on her computer, he'd taken her out to lunch when she'd burnt theirs, and when she'd pranged his precious car he had gone out of his way to settle cash in hand, more concerned for her driving record and insurance costs than for his car. In short, he was looking after her better than anybody had in her life, yet all she could think about was how much she craved a bad guy to do bad things to her, to care for her by seemingly not caring.

When they had first started spending time together she had been scared that they would move more quickly than she was comfortable with, but he had remained the perfect gentleman. Infuriatingly so. Especially when she knew for a fact that he had usually had sex on a first date and infrequently made it to a second.

She knew she should have appreciated the fact he wasn't rushing into anything - that he was working towards a relationship that would last - yet part of her was disappointed. After all, she'd not fallen for a bad boy because she wanted him to be good! So the more he treated her like a precious princess, the more she wanted to be nothing but a toy to him.

One night her hormones overwhelmed her and she knew she had to do something. The man was due to pick her up from her flat that evening to take her to the cinema - another date. Another date with no formal boyfriend/girlfriend label and him remaining the perfect gentleman. Where was the strong, self-confident alpha she had fallen for who didn't ask, he took? Suddenly she couldn't hold back her need anymore - she had to either get what she needed from him, or else get out before she was trapped into an idyllic little romance that couldn't possibly hope to meet her deeper, darker needs.

She hastily stripped herself off and wrote 'Use me' in large letters across her chest. He'd never even seen her breasts before. It felt fitting that the first time would not be as a precious princess, but as a slutty whore.

Worried that he still might just cover her up with concern as though it was someone's idea of a practical joke, she bent forwards and wrote 'I'm wet for this. Check me!' on her stomach. With blushing cheeks she added an arrow down to her pussy. She shivered in arousal. It felt so thoroughly naughty to write all over herself in this way. She loved it.

Lastly, she wrapped her wrists and ankles in her little pink leather cuffs and linked the ankle ones to the bondage strapping she had put beneath her bed. She was about to link her wrists in when another thought occurred to her. She reached into the top draw of her bedside table and took out four clips. Two she clamped directly on her pert nipples. She sucked in a heady breath. The bite of pain felt good. The other two she put on her inner labia. Those ones hurt. But she wanted to demonstrate that her plea to be used went far wider than sex. She was a masochist after all - she needed to be hurt.

With trembling hands she somehow managed to lock herself into position, pushing through the pain to force herself to fully commit to her mortifying and painful predicament. Now the only person who could free her was him, and part of her couldn't help but hope he'd draw out her rescue as painfully long as possible.

Once she was trapped, the pain started to hit home. She was suddenly agonisingly aware that she had left herself nothing to temper the pain with. She moaned softly to herself as she squirmed her body in pain, but soon those light noises were replaced by a deep groan as her body responded in an almost primal fashion to her inescapable erotically painful stimulation.

She started to writhe, unable to lie still and take it when her nipples and labia were now throbbing with a pain that her arousal was only just keeping on top of.

She heard her front door open. She froze. While the man had started to let himself in because she never seemed to be quite as ready as she thought she was, he had never yet found his way to her bedroom. She suddenly wasn't sure if she wanted him to.

Her whimpers quietened and her body tensed as she listened for his footfall. Suddenly her plan felt outrageously exposing in every sense of the word. Not only was she thoroughly naked, but there was also absolutely no denying her darker inner urges, and she suddenly worried what she might think of her if they became known...or when.

She muffled a pained moan as the clamps continued to crush her sensitive inner labia. The footsteps came closer. She silently cursed herself for leaving her bedroom door open. Had she really been so horny as to lose all sense of anything but her urgent desire for some kinky action?!

The footsteps stopped. He was standing in her doorway. She blushed and looked away.

He smiled and came closer. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?" He traced his hands over the words on her flesh. The first unchaste touch of their whole relationship. "'Use me. I'm wet for this'" He kept his eyes on her as he slid a hand down her body. "'Check me.'"

She whimpered in embarrassment, but couldn't help but respond hungrily to the stimulation of his touch.

He smiled. "And clamps down here, too? Nice."

He glanced around her room and picked up the underwear she had neatly discarded when she'd stripped. He walked back over to her. "Let me help you out." Wadding up her knickers, he stuffed the ball of fabric partway into her mouth. He patted her head. "I think you'll find it much easier to suffer when there's nothing you can do or say about it."

He sat on the side of her bed and idly rubbed her just enough to take the edge off the pain, but not enough to make it disappear. Part of her loved the wickedness of his inattention, yet she couldn't help but crave so much more.

She wriggled her body at him, trying to communicate that she wanted more, but he just laughed and tweaked one of her clamped nipples. "Patience. I think you'll find it worth the wait."

There was a knock at the front door. "Come in."

She jerked and looked up at the man in horror, shaking her head in shock. He smiled as he stood up. "In here."

She squeaked into her makeshift gag as another man walked into the room. Her eyes flicked over him. Ordinarily he wasn't somebody she'd think twice about - she invariably lusted after the bigger, stronger men who looked like they knew what to do with their strength. Yet as the stranger's eyes raked her body she felt a heady surge of fear. The new man might not look like the alpha stereotype she had lusted after, but she knew in an instant that he was the real deal.

The man she had been dating smiled. "This is my friend. I was gonna introduce you guys tonight because...well, because I was beginning to suspect you wanted things to go in a different direction. And now...well, now I'm gonna leave you in his capable hands!"

The woman started to panic as the man took his leave. She thumped her body against the bed, trying to communicate that she was suddenly afraid of what this other man might do to her. But before she could fully freak out as she heard her front door close behind him, the other man jerked her nipples up by the clamps. She made a loud noise at the pain, yet even as she panted out her agony, she could feel her body start to submit to the new man's authoritative control.

He squeezed the clamps open a little. She gasped as her tenderised nipples pulled free. He smiled and opened the top drawer of her bedside table. "Time for a little upgrade, don't you think?"

He pulled out a pair of clover clamps and she whimpered in understanding. But, instead of putting them straight on her nipples, he pulled the makeshift knicker gag from her mouth and wrapped them around the chain. Her mouth was still open in confusion when he shoved the wad back into her mouth and tied something around her head to prevent her from spitting it back out.

He smiled and squeezed one of her nipples between a finger and thumb, twisting it cruelly. "You know what happens next, don't you?"

Before she could brace for it, he had let each clamp spring closed around her sore nipples. She moaned loudly into the makeshift gag and jerked her head back reflexively. She gasped as the movement tugged at her tender nipples.

She hastily pushed her head forwards again, trying to lessen the tug to her nipples. He laughed. "Awww, did that hurt?"

He grabbed the clamps between her legs. She squealed, desperately trying not to jerk her head as he used the clamps to wicked pull and twist her labia.

The pain was like nothing she had experienced before - she just wasn't capable of being that cruel to herself. But, despite it being tremendously more intense than anything she had ever experienced before, her pussy was loving it!

He tugged harder. She howled as one of the clamps on her labia pulled free in a painful rush of sensation.

She flapped her arms, ineffectively trying to soothe the pain, but she was still bound spread-eagled to her bed. There was nothing she could do but take whatever he chose to give.

He laughed and twisted the other clamp off her labia. This time she wasn't able to stop her head from jerking back. She squealed and jerked forwards again with a squeal as the movement yanked a nipple clamp loose. She looked up at him pitifully but he just laughed and ran a finger over her sticky pussy. "It's not easy being a masochist, hey? Loving the things you hate."

She started to squirm, finding herself unthinkably close to orgasm even and especially as she suffered.

He chuckled. "Yeah - not yet. No cumming without permission. Or else."

An involuntary shiver ran through her body. Her mind was still racing to catch up, but her body was craving this man's agonising play like it was a drug.

He watched as her squirms diminished and her breathing returned to normal, and then replaced the clamp on her red and swollen nipple. She yipped, but the pain wasn't enough to push her over the edge to orgasm any more. And oh how she craved that edge.

She found herself watching him like a hawk, tracking his every movement as though anticipating what he did would help lessen the pain of it somehow. But she hadn't realised how reassuring that very same devilish presence was until, without warning, he walked out of the room.

She strained at her bondage and started to make loud noises into her makeshift gag, craving his attention, however dangerous. She wasn't even worried that he might forget about her. She was solely focussed on how much she needed him to be there to make everything feel good again with his wickedly wonderful attentions.

She heard him in her kitchen. Her heart swooped in excitement and fear. He was in her utensils drawer.

He returned with a wooden spoon. He hit it against the palm of his hand several times. She winced as she watched him.

Without warning he swiped it up under her bare breast. She gasped at the sting. He repeated the action several times, hammering over the same spot on the sensitive underside of her breast as her squirming body tried to process the pain.

He did the same on the other side, balancing her out, although she wasn't sure if she was truly grateful when it was pain that he was balancing her body out with.

He then started to rhythmically hit her breasts, working his way up towards their clamped peaks.

He started to hammer the wooden spoon just below her left nipple, hitting so hard that her whole breast wobbled. She tried to stay still to lessen the pain, but each hit tweaked at the clamp so painfully that she couldn't help but wriggle, further jostling the wicked chain. He continued to assault that one spot, clearly with the intention of forcing the clamp off her nipple.

She started to moan louder as the pain grew, yet she couldn't help but try and squirm her legs together, unable to help her arousal as he relentlessly hurt her like she'd always craved yet feared.

The left clover clamp pulled free of her nipple and she gasped in pained shock, but before she could process it, the wooden spoon was directly assaulting her sore nipple.

He laughed. "Well, your tits do have the irresistible words 'Use me' written across them!"

She squealed as he tortured her already pained nipple, pleading into her gag, but instead he pulled the other clamp taut by the chain, enjoying the way her right breast danced by its nipple as her left was beaten so hard she was sure it would flatten right into her chest.

Keeping the chain tense, he started to hit her right breast just below her nipple. It didn't take many slaps before the clamp pulled free. She howled in agony, but her pained cry was clearly like a red rag to a bull. He assaulted her nipple with his wooden spoon like a man possessed while his free hand twisted and tugged at the swollen mess of her left nipple.

She was vaguely aware that he was watching her reactions, but she was too spaced out to be in any way able to control her responses as she writhed and moaned over the bed, incoherently begging for mercy even as it became undeniably clear that to stop the impromptu session would be far more cruel on her than to continue.

He abruptly stopped. She begged ever more desperately, missing the confusingly pleasurable pain the second it stopped.

He laughed and reattached the clover clamps. Her breathing was hard and fast now. She groaned deeply into her gag as the deliciously wicked bite set in once more.

He tweaked the chain for good measure and then turned his attention to her pussy.

Using the handle of the wooden spoon he rubbed it lightly over her clitoris. She jolted in aroused shock, once again realising just how close she was to cumming.

He laughed and shook his head. "Not until I say, remember?" He turned the spoon around and rubbed the wide spoon bowl against her clitoris. It was far less focussed than the previous stimulation. She grunted in frustration. However, before she could entice him to rub her more, he suddenly flicked the spoon up against her clit.

She froze in shock at the flash of pain. She started to squirm, her whole body undulating in pained pleasure as her brain tried to process the wicked sensation.

He nodded and started to rhythmically tap her clit with the spoon, each hit getting heavier. Her eyes fluttered closed as pain and pleasure blurred. She could no longer process things rationally. All she knew was that she needed this.

"Good girl. Give yourself over to the pleasure - and the pain."

He hit her clit harder, forcing guttural grunts and groans from her body. She gripped the bedding beneath her and curled her toes. She was getting close.

He kept up the pace, stimulating her pussy with pain while her body squirmed in grateful pleasure.

"Good girl. When I say 'Now,' I want you to jerk your head right back and keep it like that. Then you can cum."

She moaned in acknowledgement. It felt like his instruction bypassed her brain and instead spoke straight to her pussy - her pussy responded with horny thrusts towards the wicked wooden spoon.

With short, sharp hits he continued to batter her clitoris. "Three. Two. One. Now."

As he said the word she arched her body back, panting in pain as the chain tugged at her nipples, but she was in too desperate need of the pain to stop just because it hurt.

He started to rub her hard, the wooden spoon now assaulting her breasts once more. "Good girl. Now cum. Show me how much you need this."

With an animalistic growl she started to buck, cumming hard through the pleasure and pain of his treatment of her. His absolute control over her body and it's every response was a feeling like she'd never known - even her pleasure was under his control, and she loved it. Loved being made to suffer for him. Loved the wicked way he was forcing her horny body to cum for him. Loved being nothing but a pain toy...

She was vaguely aware of the clamps pulling free, and of his teeth sinking into her tit. She half registered his fingers slipping inside her, finger fucking her soaked pussy as he continued to rub her through the high of orgasm, but it felt as though her mind was separated from the body this was happening to. Like she was floating away on a cloud of endorphins and viewing all that was happening to her body from high above.

As her orgasm ebbed, her body collapsed back onto the bed, exhausted but thoroughly sated.

She felt the makeshift knicker gag being removed from her mouth and the cuffs unfastened from her wrists and ankles, but she was too exhausted to move.

She felt his weight shift from the side of her bed. The thought he might be leaving made her suddenly feel an overwhelming need to be close. She found an unexpected burst of energy and launched herself upon him urgently, hugging him as tightly as her tired arms could manage.

He smiled and sat back down, shifting her onto his lap. He rubbed her back. "How are you feeling?"

She looked up at him shyly, nervous confusion playing over her face as she self-consciously tried to cover her nakedness with her hands. Her breathing sped up in panic as snippets of her wanton behaviour flashed back through her mind. Despite her desperate need to be held, she pulled back. "I- I'm really sorry. I- I don't know what came over me. I-"

He chuckled and flipped her onto her back on the bed, holding her arms above her head as he rolled on top of her. "Okay. Before you get in your head over this, a few things. Firstly, you liked this." She squirmed self-consciously, but the evidence was undeniable. "Secondly, I liked this."

She blushed and looked down.

"And thirdly, you know that both of those things are true - you just have a hard time accepting the things you crave sometimes. Which can make you do desperate and impulsive things if you can't get the fix you need." He pulled her arms out straight, his eyes scanning the words 'use me' with significance.

She blushed hotly and looked down shyly. "Yeah, um, sorry about that. I think I got a bit desperate and crazed."

He laughed. "I think it sounds like you've been headed that way for a while. It sounds like you've been going out of your way to try and get in trouble, but that it's only been bringing out my friend's protective, caring side. Which I think might have come as something of a surprise for both of you."

She looked up at him in confused surprise. It was like he instantly understood her, but they had only just met!

He petted her head and pulled her back onto his lap. "It's okay. There's nothing wrong with needing the things you need. Not everybody is able to understand or meet those needs, but just because there are people who don't understand your desires, doesn't make them wrong - just slightly harder to find."