She shuddered, softly moaning as she her body ached.

He ruined her. He grabbed her, slapped her, spanked her, fucked her. Tore her apart, and left her shuddering, naked save for a leather collar. Gazing into the mirror by his bed, she looked upon her body.

Her bright red left cheek and the makeup that ran all over her face reminded her of when he grabbed a fistful of her hair and slapped her over and over again when she tried to escape.

The mix of cum and spit dribbling from her mouth, running down her chest reminded her of when he pinned her down and fucked her face as hard as he could before forcing her to spit his cum out all over her body.

Rolling over, she looked at her chest; her tits, glazed with cum were red and aching, tiny pinch marks showing when he put clothespins on her nipples and all over her breasts, an already-bruising bite mark was evidence of the bite he gave her when she pulled away.

Her eyes traced down her body, to her cunt, swollen and throbbing and still aching, though each throbbing sent small surges of pleasure through her whole self, reminding her of when he fucked her, after using a huge toy on her for what felt like hours, seeing his seed dribbling out of her shaven pussy, complimenting those red swollen lips.

“Nnng…” she moaned, a shock of irresistible bliss running through her flesh as she rolled onto her front, showing her cherry-red ass that practically glowed from being spanked until she swore to be a good girl. After forcing the promise of obedience, he had continued spanking her until she started crying, to impress upon her how truly sadistic he could be if she didn’t keep to her word.

But now, she was ruined. Stained with cum. Covered in runny mascara. For the briefest of moments, she was alone.

That moment ended when he came back to the room and leaned down, softly running a finger along the chaotic mess of previously perfect hair which he destroyed, before planting a kiss on her forehead. “You were a good girl,” he softly whispered in her ear, almost lovingly, before slowly bringing a cup of water to her lips and tipping it. Slowly, the silent girl sipped the water, before he climbed into bed by her side, turning her with his arms and pulling her head against his chest.

One hand wrapped around her back, the other on her head. Her world was wrapped in darkness, the light blocked by his form, and all she heard was the sound of his breath. Curling into his arms, she felt him squeeze her protectively, and in turn she surrendered to his embrace.



Three date rule; an instant of eroticism

He caught her off guard when his lips pressed against hers, as he bid her goodnight at her front door.  A soft moan escaped her lips as she fell back, supporting herself against the wood. Rather than pull away, he pressed in, pushing his lips against hers, his torso against hers, his hands falling to her waist, as if to pull her even closer.
She pushed back.  Pushed her lips against his, flicked her tongue to his lips as she felt his desire, the heat of his body, the taste of his mouth on hers. Pushing her hips into his, she ground hard against him as one of her hands came up, sliding her fingers into his hair, gripping as if to pull him tighter to her.
As their bodies pressed together, their kiss became feverish, wild; she used her lips to tell him that she wanted him, and he grasped her free hand, pinning it to the door, holding her body to the door as his hips pressed against hers. She could feel the heat of his cock emanating from inside his pants, feel the energy that flowed through him with the passion of his kisses, feel safety in the strength of his body against hers.
They broke the kiss after a minute, both gasping for air as their eyes met, looking into each other. To her, he looked primal…animalistic…like he could devour her. To him, she looked lusty, passionate…like she wanted to be pulled inside and taken in a thousand ways.
But despite that bestial desire, he pulled away.  As if unable to break away completely, though, he stopped and slowly leaned in to give her a very small kiss on the lips, lingering for the briefest of moments. This one was softer, filled with affection, the hunger of the first kiss being purposely restrained, if only for the moment.
“Goodnight,” he said, finally pulling completely away, depriving her of the feeling of his weight atop her and his hard cock pressing to her core. She wanted to pull him inside, but she would be breaking her own rule. He saw that look in her eyes, and gave a playful grin.
“Hey…your rules, not mine,” he said, leaning in to give her another kiss on the neck, sending a quake of lust through her body. “Two more dates, and then…”
“And then you’re going to fuck me as hard as you want?”, she asked, almost pleading. He just smiled.