Makeup artfully applied earlier in the evening running in thick black streaks down her cheeks, following the salt trail of tears. White teeth smeared with the harlot red of her lipstick from biting back the sounds of pain. Hair, previously smooth and styled, now a tousled, tangled mess hanging down to cascade across her face. Lengths of jet black silken material piled upon the small of her back, spilling down her hips to reveal the smooth bare skin of her ass as she lies draped across his knees.
“So arrogant. So full of pride. Forcing me to sit and watch you move through the crowd. Watch as each man took his time to undress you, fuck you, with his eyes.”
A shuddering gasp of breath, eyes squeezing shut, fingers digging in to the legs of his chair as the wooden handle of her hairbrush makes contact with her inflamed skin yet again.
“Wicked woman. Speaking without words to the ones who incited your lust. You can’t help yourself, can you? I already know you can’t.” The teardrop trembling on her chin falling silently to the floor with the next series of blows to join the other tears that have already fallen.
“And him, the one you singled out. When you ran your fingers across the tight front of his trousers did you find his cock as hard as you knew mine was while I sat watching you play with him?”
No response from her beyond her ragged breathing, refusing to give him the pleasure of a reply.
“Willful even when you are so compromised. No matter. There are other ways to teach you your lesson.” Fearful excitement coursing through her at the sound of the hairbrush clattering onto the small table next to him.
This post makes me want to go have sweaty painful sex. Awesome
Perhaps something involving restrains and a special set of toys. ~Liz