In the Mind of a Sadist Ch. 08

Note: I changed the category back to BDSM because I felt that it was never noncon to begin with. Let me know if you agree or not. Also, this is the second to the last installment. Enjoy!

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When I returned from my all-too-successful meeting, I approached the pool area to find my sweet doe. I stood out of her eyesight, admiring her from afar. Even in a black one-piece, she exuded sexual energy. Even sitting there minding her business, leafing through a magazine, her body taunted me, beckoned me.

I literally felt , I'm not exactly sure what, sadness, fear, thinking about the fact that I had just sold my company up North and had agreed to move down to Miami to run a new business, under my name. The offer was too good to pass up. Emily was going to be devastated. But right then, I was actually fucking worried about how I was feeling. I had really fallen for her; I had never fallen for anyone.

As I watched her sip what appeared to be a Pina Colada through a straw with those plump, red lips of hers, I began to make my way over. No way would I ruin the day I had planned for her, the orgasms I would force from her until she begged me to stop, my surprise for her that night.

And then I saw that prick, the well-off asshole from the lobby, sauntering over to her, slick, confident. He took her hand again, and whispered something in her ear, and I watched, fascinated, as my Emily got hit on by another man right in front of my eyes. What would she do? I wondered. Flirt back? Become embarrassed as she did with me? I decided to wait and see.

She made me proud, as I saw her shake her head in a "no" gesture—boy would I love to know what he asked her—when he sat on her lounge chair and began to rub her feet. Somehow the scene was making me feel confused. I was hard, jealous, pissed, happy, as she spun off the chair, stood up, and began to grab her things to throw into her bag. Poor thing. Still no cover up. Her cleavage was astounding as she bent her tiny little frame over, retrieving her items. It wasn't lost on him either.

Finally, I brusquely walked over to her and stared defensively as I said, "Is there a problem?"

I left little to no space between him and me. God. I really wanted to punch this asshole square in the jaw, and I could feel my own jaw twitching.

"Uh, no," he stuttered, surprised. "No problem. I just . . . "

"Get the fuck out of here," I said menacingly low. "I'd like nothing better than to see you bleed."

The coward retreated, and now I wondered how I should play my Emily. I saw a slight flush in her face, eyes nervously searching mine, wondering if I were mad at her, if I would punish her, make her leave. God I loved to watch her squirm.

"Lay back down. Relax," I smiled, picking up some suntan lotion. "On your tummy."

She relaxed slightly, still uneasy, and I didn't give her any hint of my mood.

I began to spread the lotion onto her shoulders, her back, kneading her muscles, lightly touching her skin, as I heard her breathing pick up, watched her round ass clench slightly. The nymph was still simmering with need. She was going to finally get relief . . . just not quite yet.

I took off my shirt and danced my chest across her back lightly tickling her with my chest hair as she moaned into her towel.

I began to kiss behind her earlobes, gently, sweetly as she squirmed slightly. Her long, dark locks were pulled into a sleek, low ponytail that I pulled tightly to the side, giving me full access to her neck and ears. She moaned, loud.

"Be quiet," I ordered. "Do you feel my cock?" I asked her, pushing into the side of her body.

"Yes," she whispered.

"Do you think you deserve to have it in you, after flirting with another man?" I teased her, feeling her tense, as I stroked her bare back and nibbled on her neck. "Do not squeeze your legs together, Emily. You have not earned relief yet."

"Jonathan, please," I could hear some fear in her voice. I loved being cruel and unfair to her. But I knew I only had excruciating pleasure for her; I knew she hadn't flirted at all.

"Up to the room," I growled into her ear, biting her neck harshly. "I'm going to make you beg." I chuckled. "And not to come. But the opposite."

She moaned.

"And I may never stop," I teased. "Hurry before I change my mind."

When we entered back into the room, I wasted no time. "Take off that bathing suit. It's a little sexier than I had wanted; you don't ever show me your cleavage. And I'm not sure I like how many people you showed today."

I watched her gasp and almost start to argue with me, but somehow she thought better of it, knew she would have a better chance at orgasm if she just did as I said. I could change my capricious mind, and instead, continue her torture if she didn't. She knew me well that way.

"Good girl. Bathroom, and then I'm tying you back up to have my way with you for the rest of the long afternoon. You, my dear, are going to come for me."

Her eyes just rolled back, as she scurried into the bathroom and hurriedly came back to the bed. Before she lay down, she asked me shyly, "How was your meeting?"

"On the bed, you little distracter. Now." I knew she was nervous about the secret I was keeping. But tough shit. No time for talking.

I tied her securely, spread eagle, just slightly uncomfortable. I slipped a blindfold over her eyes, and kissed her softly, absorbing her moans into my mouth. I lit a scented candle and went out to the small kitchenette to retrieve some ice cubes. I heard her breathing pick up, as she guessed what I was about to do to her.

I began licking on her nipple lightly and tugging on the other with my fingers. With my free hand, I lightly stroked the lips to her pussy. Her attempt to squirm began, and I did not relent.

"You like this baby?" I whispered between licks, alternating from nipple to nipple as she struggled beneath me.

"Yes," she whimpered and moaned. "Yes," she repeated, "please."

"Please what?" And I just didn't stop my torture on her nipples and her soaked, bare pussy lips.

"Let me come. Please."

"Oh, baby, I fully intend to. And I won't stop until you're begging me to. Won't that be ironic?"

She could only whimper, excitement and fear engulfing her.

"But not just yet, my squirming little doe. Not quite yet." I smiled down at her helpless body and stood up.

She moved her head, trying to hear my next move, her sense of hearing highly tuned without her eyesight.

I picked up an ice cube, and I clinked it obnoxiously, watching her chest rise and fall with nerves.

"Jonathan?"

"Yes, baby. Do you know what's coming?"

"I think so. Oh god," she sighed shakily.

But she didn't really know. And I smiled sadistically down at her trembling body.

I began to hold the ice cube in my right hand above her tits and let the cold drips surprise her, as she jumped as much as the restraints would allow against the cold, sharp pleasure pain. I could see her trying to gauge where the next drop would land, trying to get away from it when I then surprised her by picking up the candle I had lit and let the hot wax drip on her lower belly.

She screamed out. "Ah! Shit!"

And I laughed.

Over and over I danced the ice cube over her body in different places, watching the cold drops almost sting her burning flesh, while I juxtaposed the hot, scorching wax against the cold.

She writhed and began to beg in earnest. "Jonathan. Please." I saw tears escape the blindfold.

I took pity for a few moments and began to lick her pussy, flicking the tip of my tongue over her swollen clit, which would be swollen for a different reason by the time I was finished with her today. I couldn't contain my grin.

She moaned. "Yes. Oh god yes."

I continued, licking and flicking her clit as I stuck first one then two fingers down into her pussy, scraping her front wall, finding her g-spot, almost bringing her right over and then stopping, but never removing my licks.

"Ah!" she yelled again, and I stopped to resume her hot/cold torture.

Drip, drip hot. Drip, drip cold, over and over. Her entire body was covered in wax and wetness. She was panting, trying to struggle free. But. I. Just. Didn't. Stop.

Her body trembled, her pleas ignored.

"I'm almost ready to let you come, my little nymph," and I kissed her gently, sweetly. I could taste some of her salty tears as they had streamed onto her lips, into her mouth. "Almost. The wax is almost gone. But I still have another ice cube."

I heard her intake of breath as she understood I meant to continue her torture until the ice cube was gone.

I put the ice cube in my mouth and sucked it over her lips, as I thrust it between our mouths. "Suck," I ordered, as she drew the ice cube into her mouth. She held half and I held the other, as our lips touched sweetly over the ice cube.

"Mmmmm," she moaned, and I let us stay, kissing.

I stood, leaving the ice cube in her mouth, as I slowly removed all of my clothes. My cock was throbbing and hard and ready to plunder her.

"Open your mouth," I ordered, and the ice cube fell out.

I took it in my hand and drew circles around her nipples, down her belly, and straight up into her pussy. I held it in there with my finger, and began to lightly suck and bite her nipples.

She writhed uncontrollably at this point, "Oh god!" she yelled out, but I didn't let the ice cube out.

"As soon as this melts, I'll begin your descent into orgasm. Might take a little while, even though your pussy feels like an inferno."

I left the almost melted ice cube lodged in her cunt, and did not relent licking her over-sensitized nipples. Even after it melted, I was not quite ready to stop.

Finally, I stood up. "Just a little bit more wax it appears," I smiled.

I slowly spread her pussy lips with the fingers of my one hand, and let what I was about to do sink in.

"Jonathan, No! Jonathan. Please!" She tried to thrash to get away. She screamed out. "Jonathan!"

And then I took the candle with my other and let the last of the wax slowly drip right onto her

clit.

I held her open, helpless, vulnerable, and when all the wax had dried, I slowly peeled it away, and began to lap away her pain. I licked sweetly, humming as I felt her body on that verge of coming. I was going to kick every last drop up of her orgasm.

"Oh god. Yes. Jonathan. Yes. Please. Don't. Stop. Please. Oh . . . oh . . . oh . . .!"

I stopped to remove her blindfold. "Look at me," I ordered. "And come, baby."

I licked and licked and drew her little strawberry clit right into my mouth, sucking hard as she fell over the edge into painful orgasmic bliss, screaming out my name.

"That's right, baby. I want everyone in this hotel to know my name. Let me hear you," and I continued to lap and lap at her juices, forcing a multitude of mini orgasms to rip through her body, as she screamed through them, loudly, animalisticly, violently.

"Oh god. Thank you. Thank you," she said, hoarsely, coming down.

"Good girl," I said, stopping, and pushing her loose strands away from her sweat-soaked face, so I could kiss her. I began untying her.

She just moaned and drew her body against mine, as I kissed her forehead.

"Now we're going to fuck, my sweet."

I drew her body flat against me, her back against my chest, as I positioned my cock inside of her from under her. I held her neck tight against me with my arm in a vice-like grip and with my other hand, I pulled back her head by her hair, as I began to pump my swollen, hard cock deep into her pussy.

She yelped at the depth.

"You're fucking tight baby," I groaned, holding her completely motionless against me. "Tell me how good my cock feels."

"It feels...so..."

"Say it," I ordered, making it hard for her to concentrate, as I fucked her sweet, wet hole without relent. I yanked her hair, hard. "Say it, Emily. I want to hear you."

"Aaah! It feels so fucking good. Please don't stop."

And I didn't. I fucked her hard, removing my hand from her neck and drawing it down over her clit again, lightly touching it in soft circles with the pad of my fingers.

"I'm going to come again, Jonathan," she moaned.

"Yes. You are. Again and again."

She tensed and clenched my cock down within her cunt, as she shook and trembled releasing another orgasm.

"Good girl," I smiled, following her with my own orgasm, unloading as deep as I could go in her.

She moaned again as I slowly removed my cock from within her.

"Feel good?" I asked with a tone that I knew she knew wasn't kind.

Her big doe eyes looked back at me with a pleading I don't think I had ever quite seen, and it make me laugh.

"Spread your legs. I want to watch my cum drip out of that sweet little pussy of yours."

Her beating heart picked up pace and I watched her chest rise and fall with nerves and satiation at the same time.

I grabbed some of my cum on my fingers and began to circle it around her clit. "Stay still," I ordered. "Keep your legs just like that."

"Oh god, Jonathan."

"Yes, baby," I taunted. "What would you like?"

"No more," she whispered.

I just laughed. "Yes, more. Come again for me."

"I can't. Oh god. It's sensitive."

I drew her back against my chest tight and circled her clit with a relentless vibration with my fingers. I kissed her neck, behind her ears, and nibbled on her shoulders. I could feel her tensing. Oh yes. I knew my Emily. She would be able to come again for me. She didn't have a choice.

"Jonathan!" she screamed as another orgasm rocked through her.

"Yes, Emily. That's right. Give it to me. Come for me. Hard." I chuckled into the back of her neck, wondering if I should keep torturing her. But I did have a nice surprise for her that night. Something even I was surprised I did. I withdrew my fingers and felt her entire body relax and go limp.

She turned around and pressed her huge tits against my chest, begging me with her eyes to hold her, to take her in my arms. I obliged and she sighed beautifully against me.

I stroked her hair and let her relax and moan into me. I felt tears against my bare chest. God. I loved her emotional attachment to me.

"Shall I tie you up and strap a vibrating egg to you clit while I get ready for our night? I think you have a few more orgasms in you. Don't you?" I was teasing her. Though I had planned to torture her this way, I didn't think I could bring myself to do it. I tell you. She had a hold on me. And yet, the thought of her screaming through a few forced orgasms would make my dick so hard again, I could probably fuck her one more time before we headed out to see what I had done for her.

She balled herself closer into me, not answering. She knew I was going to do whatever I wanted. It didn't matter if she begged. It didn't matter if she cried. It didn't matter if she even said yes. I was in control. It was my choice, my whim, and deep down, she liked it that way. I knew that.

I let her lie there in her little, contorted ball of nerves and continued to tenderly stroke her. I softly kissed her lips and cheeks, her chin, forcing her to look into my sadistic eyes.

"How about you stay still for five minutes while I stroke your little tummy? If you can do that, we'll take a shower together, I'll take you out to a nice dinner, and then I have something to show you. If you can't, I'll strap the egg to you before all that? Sound fair?" I was such an asshole. Why I needed to be so cruel to her, even I didn't understand, but I loved it. She had wanted to come. Would a few be so bad?

"Jonathan...you know I can't possibly..."

But before I could finish, my fingers found their way down to her belly and I began to tickle torture her, and I laughed into her ear. "You don't really have a choice, do you, Emily?"