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he groaned, thrusting deep, relentless, making me scream, cry, shiver, buck. I came first, shattering beneath him, voice lost in pleasure, body trembling. But he didn’t stop. He drove me to the edge again and again until I couldn’t distinguish where I ended and he began. Finally, when I was trembling, spent, completely undone, he pulled me into his arms. I was sticky, sore, glowing with satisfaction, and every inch of me ached in the most delicious way. He kissed my forehead, brushing damp hair from my face. “This is what untamed pleasure feels like,” he murmured, voice soft now, almost tender.

I asked blushing and smiling to myself. "If you're actually good you don't get spanking unless it's requested. I could even tie you to a bed and leave a prostate massager in you for hours. That's punishment and pleasure at the same time. I would get the satisfaction of seeing you squirming and moaning uncontrollably shooting loads until you're dry. It's not always about sex. I get pleasure from just seeing you have.....fun or being pleasured as long as it's from me" He whispered against my ear rather seductively and making sure to lick the shell. My eyes were closed imagining whatever he was saying.

I thought that was the end of it. I felt something hot spurt deep inside me. Like a bag of boiling water had burst. Then another slimy, steaming rope. My pussy clamped down. My legs kicked out. My toes curled and my fingers tightened. My back arched, eyes rolling into my head. Mouth open, tongue rolled out. Remember when I talked about being plugged into the wall? This was like getting hooked up to a nuclear power plant. Every nerve and neuron fired. Every cell in my body screamed. The pleasure of it gripped me and there was nothing I could but shout. "Ohhhhh FUCK!"

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Up on my toes, with my legs straight it gave him free rein to use my whole body to pull and push. I found myself clenching as he delved in and then relaxing as he eased back out. I had gotten so slick when he did the shorter thrusts that it made his roughness bearable. And soon I found myself clutching at the wood under me. Trying to find something to grip as the pain vanished. The inside of me lengthening as the pleasure began to unravel like a snake uncoiling through me. Splaying out and then sending lightning ripping through me in wild surges which made my palms flex straight then quiver. And I soaked him with my climax.

"I'll let you go. Take this as my compensation to you. It'll make your life easier. I'll forever be waiting for your return, Skylar." I didn't believe in forever anymore. I only believed in myself. At that moment, I finally felt truly free. After Corbin left, I gave the black card to a local charity. At least, his money would be used for something good. The flight today departed right on time. The air hostesses were nice, and the passengers on board were friendly too. I looked out of the plane window, observing the blue sky and white clouds that passed by. I had never felt so liberated in my life. The plane climbed higher and higher in the air.

“Pain and pleasure are not opposites, Elias. They are neighbours, and I am the only one who holds the key to the gate between them.” She continued her exploration, her touch alternating between cruel and kind with no pattern he could discern. A sharp nip of her teeth on his shoulder blade made him yelp, followed by the soft, open-mouthed kiss that soothed the ache. A series of quick, sharp spanks made him gasp and moan, his body rocking with the force, only for her to gently stroke the heated skin, her fingers dipping between his thighs, teasing, promising.

And he sound pleasured. I looked at him. He looked at me intently, his eyes are full of lust. I can see he enjoys what he's doing. "Sir ... ahh." I moaned. My stomach getting tighter. I'm close to my release. I wanna hold him, scratch him unconsciously. But I couldn't reach him and my body was so weak that I couldn't move. I wanna watch him as he enters me, but all I can do is shut my eyes closed and breath through my mouth because of the waves of pleasure that he's giving me. "Hmp!" I cried, feeling so fucking good. I feel like I'm about to pee. My stomach tightening and my legs are shaking.

I ask. Holden shrugs. "Not the whipping and caning, but the fun stuff like handcuffs, toys and well... orgasm denial. Are you into the pain?" I bite my lip and nod. "It's a fetish I guess. There's a fine line between pleasure and pain. If you find that middle line, it's incredible!" Holden grins. "Let me show you what I can do." He whispers in my ear before pushing me off him, down onto the bed and straddling me.

Pleasure built upon pleasure, a feedback loop of escalating ecstasy. He curled his fingers inside her, finding a spot that made her see white behind her eyelids. A raw, desperate scream was torn from her throat. Her body seized, climax crashing over her with the force of the storm outside. He held her through it, his arm a vise around her waist, his fingers working her relentlessly, drawing out the convulsions until she was sobbing with the intensity of it.