A woman told me that she will be the woman I have written about as long as I call her Skylar. You can read about the story she is referring to in Mental Punishment Part 1 and Unbearable Punishment. I also noticed she has been reading other stories because there are little elements to her writing from other things I have written. Skylar wrote this specifically as a response to the Mental Punishment Posts.
I’m sitting on Frank’s stomach. There’s no obvious expression on my face, but there’s something in my eyes. I’m truly in shock that I managed to convince him to allow me to tie him up this time. I’m not complaining, though. I’m not doing much of anything, just looking down into his green eyes. I seem to be examining his face. Every feature and every detail like I want it forever branded into my mind’s eye. Branding, hm, if only.
Frank didn’t know I had this much patience. Or at least, I never used it. I’m aroused, it’s obvious by the wet spot on his stomach, but I’m not regarding my arousal at all. I blink as though I’ve been in a trance and then smile a far from innocent smile. My eyes stay focused on his while I reach back and gently run my fingers along the length of his cock. My fingers are cold. They’re always cold, but he knows they are always cold. It’s strange, though, the rest of me feels almost feverish. I remove my hand from the erect cock and stand up on the bed over him. My eyes break from his and travel up his arms to where I’ve tied his hands. I didn’t tie them very tightly. If he tried, he would be rid of them easily, but he is curious and what’s not to trust in my wicked smile?
My blue eyes return to his again and I raise two of my fingers to rest on a large bruise on my neck. Frank gave me that bruise to me. I came when he did. I came so hard I was screaming his name. My smile gets bigger and darker. “You feel very, very good,” I whisper and curl my fingers deep into the bruise and let out a small hiss through my teeth, “I like pain. It makes the body so much more aware.” I rip my fingers away from the bruise and shut my eyes for a moment. When I open them again they are a deeper shade of blue. “But you feed only one side of the spectrum. Don’t confuse me for your pets, Daddy, I need more.” I drop to my knees and grip his shoulders, ghosting my lips over his neck as I speak. “And if I don’t get another playmate, someone still has to pay the price.”
I bite him then. Harder than I have before. Frank’s mouth opens but I don’t pay attention to what comes out of it because soon my mouth is covering it and this time my tongue is exploring his mouth, memorizing it like I did his face. My nails rake down his chest and I move my fingers around Frank’s nipples. I pull back but keep my face close to his for a moment before I slide down his body until my face is over his chest. I hold my stomach up so that my skin does not touch his hard cock. I lick the left nipple slowly, my hot breath warming it even when my tongue is gone. “Do you know what it feels like,” I ask, taking another long, slow lick, “when you do this to me?” I bite down, setting my jaw to the exact pressure I remember him using on my nipple then lick it again. Frank is tense under me and I’m smiling as I place a kiss in the center of his chest. “It feels something like that,” I say then move over and repeat the action on the right nipple before I lean up.
I tangle my fingers tightly in Frank’s hair and feel a few strands pull loose. “Do you know what it does to me when you do this?” I ask, then lean down for another bruising kiss that unexpectedly turns tender. I kiss his jaw before pulling back again. “Do you know what it does to me when I do it?” I ask. It’s clear I don’t really want an answer and I slide off of his body, leaving a cold spot on his stomach where my body was. I crawl over to his left hand and place mine against it, measuring the size before taking it and sucking the index finger into my mouth. I hear his gasp and it almost makes me giggle. I work my tongue around that finger as though it were his cock. When I begin sliding it out, I bite down on the pad. I blow on it and gently kiss it before taking the middle finger and taking its tip between my teeth gently at first then slowly begin adding pressure. Before he can tell me to stop, I’ve vanished and am now between his legs.
I’m staring up at him from this angle. This time, I’m examining his entire body. Every time my eyes pass over a place where my own body bears a mark, I touch the mark on me as though reminding myself it’s there. My eyes move down to his inner thigh and my fingers press the dark bruise on my own thigh. I meet his green eyes for a split second then raise my hand up and lick my fingers. I wrap my wet fingers around his cock and slowly begin pumping it up and down. I wait until his eyes close before I bend down and bite his thigh just like he did to me. He gasps in surprise, but he really shouldn’t have been surprised. I giggle and lean up, wiping saliva off my mouth.
I slither back up his body, allowing my pussy to rub over the hard cock as I go. I place my hands on either side of his face. I reach up with my left hand and place it on my cheek. For a while, I just stare at Frank again. Can he tell that I’m imagining his face being just as red as mine was? Does he know that the reason I’m imagining is because I know I’ll probably never see it for real? I’d never do it, not to him. There are limits I know, and I’m greedy. I don’t want to give him everything. My right hand leaves his cheek and tangles into his hair again. The hand on my cheek moves to claw down his chest as hard as I possibly can. I bite his lower lip. God I want him to bleed, but I restrain and don’t bite him that hard. I could, but there’s something different about this man. He is not the same. That dirty little secret is that inside Frank’s head is a dom, and as much as I’d love to piss it off and see what he would do to me, I don’t do that this time. It’s my turn to play and I don’t want my playtime disturbed. I move over and lick his earlobe before gently grazing it with my teeth. “I want to hurt you,” I confess and he understands what I mean, but I won’t hurt him. Maybe when I really want to see what he is made of. I like to manipulate emotions, he knows I do, it’s not like I haven’t done it before to get what I want. How else would I have gotten him in this position?
I run my nails over every inch of his torso. They’re blunt, but they do their work. I look at my nails and see pieces of skin under them. I lick each of my fingers, moaning as I do so. I place my hands on either side of his head and hold myself over him. His cock is lined up with my pussy. Then, I reach over and begin digging in the drawer. I hold up a dildo and grin. Still holding myself over his cock, I begin fucking myself with it, not holding back as I pant and groan. Frank raises his hips, but I’m too far away. My left hand squeezes the pillow his head is resting on. I’m about to cum, and Frank can sense it. I pull the dildo out before I make myself cum. I’m panting hard and sweat is covering my body. I toss the toy away without caring where it lands.
“It’s too small,” I hiss while I grab his cock and lower myself down onto it. I close my eyes and let out a long moan. “That’s much better,” I sigh, but don’t start moving just yet. I lower and press my forehead to his while I relax my breathing. I stretch out my arms and touch the ties around his wrists, then stroke slowly down his arms with my middle finger, barely touching at all. My hands draw down to either side of his neck and I kiss him savagely. In contrast, I begin sliding up and down his cock painfully slow. My patience is wearing thin, though, and I can’t stop myself from moving faster. I lean up, nails digging into his shoulders and dragging down his chest, then moving up to his arms and doing the same from there. Every sound I hear from his lips causes me to groan and I can tell I won’t last much longer, but then, neither will he. I clamp down on his nipple just as I did before and muffle my scream as I cum. His growl signals that I’ve pushed him over the edge at last. I can tell his hands are free of the ties and I sense them moving toward me. Before he can touch me, I grab hold of his wrists and pin them on either side of his head until I’ve ridden out my orgasm.
With a groan, I roll off of him and press myself against his side, using his shoulder as a pillow. I trace the marks I left on his torso with the tip of my index finger. Some got dangerously deep and I can see dropletts of blood pooling just under the surface. My heart beats faster as I picture it welling up onto his skin. I tilt my head up and place a kiss over the bite on his neck. Then, I grab his shoulder opposite me and pull his body over mine and look up into your eyes innocently, but my fingers are curled into his bruise. “You wanna play this time, Daddy?” I ask softly as my lips curl into yet another mischivious grin.