Punishment Erotica Novels & Stories

I growled, my voice dark and dangerous. I grabbed one of her legs and shoved it up, her heel resting on the granite, giving me a wide-open view of her ruined, soaking pussy. I was still hard, rock hard and I ran the length of my dick through her pussy lips, slapping the head against her clit until she was shaking. "Time for your punishment," I hissed. I thrust into her with a violence that made the dishes on the counter rattle. I gripped her waist so tight I knew it would bruise, but she didn't care.

“Then earn it. Take your pleasure like you think it’s yours.” He dropped her wrists suddenly. She stumbled, confused, until his meaning hit her. He stepped back just enough, watching her with cruel amusement, daring her. Her hands shook. She could run—toward the locked door, toward nothing. Or she could take what he offered. Her body answered before her mind did. She grabbed his shirt, dragging him back to her mouth, kissing him with teeth and fury. She was going to do to him what he did to her. He loved punishing others, didn't he? Well, it was his turn to be punished and she was going to make sure he was severely punished. It was just that her body was enjoying this too much and she didn't

I came again, nails raking down his back as pleasure overwhelmed me. Damien flipped me onto all fours, gripped my hips, and slammed back inside from behind. He fucked me like he was punishing me for the four years we’d been apart, deep, brutal, possessive strokes that had me moaning incoherently. He reached around and rubbed my clit while choking me lightly from behind. “Come again,” he growled. “Milk my cock one more time.” I shattered hard, screaming into the pillow as my pussy clenched violently around him.

One hand gripped my hip while the other reached to rub my oversensitive clit again. I was moaning shamelessly now, pushing back to meet every powerful stroke. “Pastor… it’s too much… I’m going to cum again…” “Good girl,” he growled. “Cum while I breed you. Take every drop like the perfect slut you are.” The words sent me over the edge for the third time. My pussy spasmed violently around his thrusting cock, squeezing and fluttering as intense pleasure ripped through my body. Elias thrust deep one final time and came with a low, deep groan. Heavy ropes of cum flooded my womb again, pulsing warmly as he emptied himself completely.

she breathed out her thoughts while enduring his erotic punishment, “How much do you like my juicy pussy? Does punishing it give you pleasure? Does fucking it with your fingers until it is red and sore make you satisfied? Do not you want to give me your cock, fuck me with it?” Vishous smirked at her attempts of making him hungrier. Trying to force him into slamming his cock into her pussy so hard that she forgets to catch her breath. “I love your pussy, angel.” Vishous replied while his fingers fucked her at an uneven speed. Sometimes faster, and then lowering it down to almost slow motion so that she would not cum, enjoying her state as she pushed her face in the pillow to lower down the sc

“And what did you do?” I covered my mouth with both hands and shook my head like a desperate little girl who knew she was one warning away from getting detention in the form of denied orgasms. “Then be quiet,” he said. “Or I’ll make this worse.” Worse? Worse than that? Was that even allowed? Was that legal? But he didn’t wait. He went back in. And this time, it wasn’t slow. It wasn’t teasing. It wasn’t patient. It was punishment.

Each slap made her pussy clamp tighter around him. “You’re going to come for me like the slut you are,” he growled. “After all that teasing, you’re finally going to break.” He kept railing her, cock driving in and out of her soaked pussy. Then he pressed the heated metal buckle of the belt firmly against the soft skin of her inner thigh. The warm metal branded a temporary red mark into her flesh. The sudden heat and pressure pushed her over the edge. Cassandra came violently. Her entire body convulsed hard. Her pussy clamped down around his thick cock like a fist, pulsing and squeezing in powerful waves.

She smiles and whispers, “I just love your p***s.” Then she puts him in her mouth. Unlike me, she takes all of him. Her head bobs up and down while she stares up at him and while she is touching herself. I didn’t dare to watch more. I take a step back. I am feeling faint and I know I am pale. It is painful watching it at first, but it starts to dull my emotions. My mate is having a hard-on by using physical pain on other women. And he calls it punishment, even when the women subjected to it, are gaining pleasure from it.

“Do you remember the punishment that your mate gave you with the vibrator? That’s just proof that you can like something even when you say you don’t, even when it’s supposedly punishment.” I scowled at him, a new and horrible realization washing over me. “Justin might be my mate, but that was still rape, and I didn’t like a single moment of it. You can cause the body physical pleasure and the heart and mind pain at the same time. That’s why it’s punishment. And no matter how much you want to think that you will make me enjoy anything you do to me, that’s something that you can never make anyone do. You can’t force someone to enjoy it. All you can do is force their physical body.”

His fingers plunge in me three of them curling against that spot while his tongue lashes my clit. I’m shaking….in tears, leaking and begging incoherently. He pulls back just as I’m about to shatter. “Not yet.” I sob in frustration. He stands. Lines himself up again. One hard thrust….. burying himself to the hilt. This angle is merciless. He hits deeper and harder. His hands grip my hips enough to be bruising. He fucks me like he’s trying to punish us both. “Touch yourself,” he orders. “Come on my cock. Now.”