33. Venus in Furs

33

VENUS IN FURS

LESTER

"Please…" she whimpers. "I can't wait anymore. I want to come so badly."

"Patience, little nymph. Greedy girls don't get pleasure. You'll have to earn it."

"Then let me earn it. Hit me. Fucking hit me. Fucking h―" The harsh slap of the whip against her back cuts off her desperate pleas, instead replacing them with a scream. "God― fuck !"

Multiple streaks of red skin cover her back even at the first hit, the leather tassels of the flogger creating a painting of pain on her flesh. They're my brushstrokes and she is my canvas.

"Does that hurt, angel?" I taunt, again feeling the leather tassels in the palm of my hand.

"Not nearly enough," she answers defiantly.

A sinister chuckle escapes me and I waste no time before I pull my arm back and whip her again, resulting in an even louder scream. "Careful what you say to me, Miss Burton. Don't test me. You'll only suffer. I am going to brand you."

"Do you think I'm made of glass, Professor?" she taunts, and I shake my head with amusement. She's challenging me. She's being a brat so I'll hurt her more, amp up the force of my punishment. Fine. I can do that. I did promise I was going to make her cry, after all. I might have underestimated what she can handle.

"Feels like a feather tickling my skin. Maybe you're not the sadist I thought you were. Maybe you―" Another clash of the whip against her skin cuts her off, and that one made her lose her voice halfway during her scream.

I laugh, then do it again. The force of it makes her whole body shake and tense, resulting in her moving up and down on the dildo.

"Fucking hell!" she cries out desperately. More brushstrokes cover her back, her skin already swelling up. " Mhac na galla ."

I huff an amused breath. "Are you already so delirious from the pain that you start talking gibberish?" I whip her again, even harder this time. A feeling of overwhelming power streams through my bloodstream, pure adrenaline making my cock harder than a goddamn rock.

"Fuck you!" she screams, not being able to help moving up and down on the toy that's inside her dripping little cunt.

"I plan to, angel." Another clash of the tassels against her bare back has her shaking, and I can't see her face, but I know we're on our way to paint it with her pretty tears. "We're halfway through. Need to tap out?"

"Smug bastard," she sneers. "Of course I don't."

The whip clashes against her two more times without her getting so much as a breath of air. She's riding the fake cock with crazed mania, so desperate to let the pain mingle with pleasure. I can't even blame her. But she does need to be punished for it because she's defying my orders.

The next whip is even more torturous, and so are her cries. " Fuck . Shit. God, Lester!" she screams. "I can't hold it in anymore. Please. I need to come. Please get to ten. I―ah!" She gets cut off at number nine, and I take a deep breath before I feel the warmth of the tassels in my palm.

"Okay, angel. I'll give you what you need. One more time and you can let go, okay?"

Frenzied sobs fill the room, and she nods her head with determination, still bouncing up and down on the toy. The sight of it going in and out of her soaking cunt, along with the rose-shaped tip of the buttplug in her ass, is enough to make me sink down to the ground with reverence.

Just one more whip and I'll get on my knees to pray before the goddess in front of me. Just one more and my masterpiece on her back will be finished.

White streaks of swelled up skin, along with bright redness, is a sight I want to cherish forever. And I will. I have my polaroid camera around here somewhere.

"As soon as you feel the pain, you have my permission to come."

Both of us take a deep breath as we get ready. My arm pulls back, and I let the whip connect with the flick of my wrist for one final time. As soon as it hits her skin, I sink to my knees and crawl toward my angel, watching her come. She explodes, gushing all over the toy and soaking the floor.

She screams out at the top of her lungs as she falls apart, and it seems to go on and on. Every muscle in her body clenches, and I watch her little toes curl as she rides out her pleasure. She squirts even more than yesterday, creating a delicious puddle of cum on the ground that even wets her feet.

"That's it, angel. That's a good girl." I smooth my hand over her back, softly brushing over the swelled-up skin as she shudders and shakes, slowly returning back to Earth. Sobs leave her mouth, and I quickly move to sit in front of her, taking her face in my hands. "Fuck, Daisy. You're unreal. You did so well."

I slam my lips onto hers and taste them, along with her salty tears. When I pull back, I watch as black make up trails over her cheeks. Her eyes are bloodshot, and her pupils blown. "Did I cry pretty enough for you?" she asks, the corner of her lips curling upward.

I shake my head. "‘Pretty' doesn't do you justice. You're not of this world. You're magnificent. You're perfect."

I gasp out for air as I'm overcome with emotions I've never felt before. She is the one who has been on the receiving end of my flogger, so why does it feel like I was? Why does it feel like my flesh has been abused, now swollen with aching pain?

Pain might be the wrong way to describe it. I think I don't know how to call it because I have never felt something this intense. It doesn't feel like pain. It feels like the opposite. Like a caress of warmth and delectation so passionate and intense it feels like I'm boiling.

It feels better than anything I have ever felt before.

"You're perfect for me," I choke out against her lips. More tears leave her beautiful dark eyes as we stare at each other, and my heart feels like it's going to burst.

Still holding her face in my hands, I stick out my tongue as I lick up the tears from underneath her eyes. "Your pain tastes delectable," I hum. "It's like a shot of the finest whisky to a man like me. I cannot get enough. I need more, Daisy."

"Then take it," she whimpers. "I'm yours, Lester Gilbert. You don't even know how long―fuck…" she cuts herself off, as if she was about to say something she shouldn't. "Take everything I have to offer you. And then take a little more."

Lust and pleasure are palpable in the air as electricity seems to crackle between us, lighting us both on fire as we connect. As we connect not just with our bodies, but with our souls. As if either of us is stripped bare, ready to jump in and see where else this connection can take us.

"Ride the toy, Daisy. You're going to come again. And this time I want to look into your eyes―into your fucking soul―as you come apart."

She doesn't hesitate, immediately moving up and down with the limited strength she still possesses, along with the limitations of her body, as her legs and hands are still tied.

I kiss her again, swallowing up her needy moans and gasps as she works herself toward the edge. I fuck her mouth with my tongue, and just the thought of her other holes filled up is enough to make my cock hurt so much it feels like it's going to split in half if I don't touch it soon.

"Fuck, Lester. I'm gonna―oh, fuck! Ah!" I tear my lips away, looking into her eyes as she comes apart once more. Her eyebrows furrow as more tears trail down her cheeks, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.

"Eyes on me, little nymph. Don't you dare look away." Letting go of her chin, I wrap my hands around her throat instead, squeezing hard. She sobs as she comes even harder, riding out her climax. "Again," I order against her lips. "You're going to keep fucking that cock."

She tries to protest, her body spent and overused, but I'm not done yet. Far from it.

I pull away from her and get up, walking across the room to grab my polaroid from a hidden cabinet in the corner. I turn it on as I walk back, then stand behind Daisy and hold it up.

She gasps. "Are you going to take pictures of me?"

"Yes," I say without shame.

"You're crazy."

"Crazy for wanting to capture my masterpiece and look at it whenever I want?" I retort, huffing amusedly.

"Why would you need a photograph if you could have me like this any time you desire?"

I tip my head back and look at the ceiling, taking a moment to bathe in the realization of it all.

Have her like this any time I desire…

It's a dream I never dared to have.

"Any time I desire, huh? That means I would never let you go."

"That's exactly what I want, Professor. Don't you see?"

The heart I've always believed was a dead organ beats inside my chest harder than it ever has before. I know what she is to me. She's not a random flower with a meaningless name. No, she is my Arcadia.

No time to think that over, though. I hold up the camera and take the picture. The little paper prints out as soon as I capture the scene before me―Daisy's bare back with all the evidence of the whip painting her skin, her beautiful bound legs, and dark hair draping over her shoulders. The slight peek of the buttplug still in her ass, along with the dildo in her tight cunt.

It's vile, it's obscene. Filthy and salacious and depraved.

She was right. We are inevitable.

Taking the polaroid out, I shake it dry in the air before putting it away on a little table beside me. I reach for her ass as I get back onto the ground, crawling on my knees as I move closer. Grabbing the end of the glass buttplug, I slowly take it out and place it beside me on the floor.

"Fuck…" I growl as I watch her little asshole. I softly spread her ass cheeks apart, getting a perfect view of her all stretched out and gaping for me. "Beautiful," I praise before I lean my face down and force my tongue inside.

"Ah, fuck!" she cries out, her legs shaking. I don't know if they're still shaking from her last orgasm or if she's already on her way to another one. "Fuck, yes!"

I push my hand on her back, making her bend forward a little more, giving me more space to lick her while she remains seated on the dildo. "You're filthy, Daisy. Such a filthy fucking whore for me."

"Yes!" she moans. "I'm your whore, Professor. You're gonna make me come again. Fuck, I think I'm going blind. I can't keep my eyes open."

I can't help snickering, then take off my underwear with one hand and sit up. "I'm going to fuck your ass now, little nymph. And the other cock will stay inside your perfect little cunt. Both of your holes filled like a goddamn slut." I place the tip against her asshole. "One day I'll put them both inside your pussy at the same time. Stretch you out so wide you become delirious with cock."

"Oh, God, yes," she cries desperately. "I want that. Fuck, I want that." She shakes her ass against my cock frantically, regardless of the limitations of the rope, and I decide that both of us have had enough teasing. Especially me. My cock hasn't been touched once in this whole session.

I spread her cheeks and hold her open, spitting on it before I slide the tip of my cock inside. My eyes immediately roll when I feel how tight she is, and despite the plug having stretched her out a bit, she does tense when I force myself in.

"You're so big, Lester," she moans, and I press inside deeper in response.

"And you're going to take each and every inch until I decide we've both had enough." I work myself inside until I'm all the way in, giving her the fucking she so desperately craves. I pull out almost to the tip before I thrust inside hard , the force of it making my balls slap against her skin.

Curses spill from both our mouths as we lose ourselves in the euphoria of it all. I lean over her back, planting my hands on the ground on either side of her. My mouth moves to the side of her neck, and I get her hair out of the way with my nose so I can sink my teeth into her flesh. She yelps when I bite her, urging me on to do it again.

I'm an unhinged beast as I force myself inside of her ass over and over, thrusting so deep and forcefully, it has her damn near sobbing. She screams out for more, giving neither of us a second to slow down and catch our breaths.

With one hand, I reach down underneath her stomach until I find her clit. With the tips of my fingers, I feel the friction of the dildo moving in and out, and she's fucking leaking with cum.

"My good whore," I grunt in her ear. "You take both cocks so well. You're going to come for me again, angel. Three times back to back."

I don't always need whips or paddles or whatever other device for torture. Sometimes using pleasure is an even greater form of pain. No matter if I deny her the release or if I force her to come so many times it starts to ache.

Either way, the monster inside me will be satiated.

She's still eagerly begging for more orgasms, so we're not there yet. It still feels good, but not for long.

"Please, Professor. I want it. Please, please, please!" A pleasured cry rings through the room as soon as her climax reaches its peak, and I keep rubbing her clit with my fingers as my cock thrusts deep inside her ass. "Ah! Fuck! Yes!"

Her whole body clenches as she comes, making me growl in pleasure. "That's it," I praise, amping up the rhythm by fucking her even harder. "Again, little nymph. You're going to come again."

Unintelligible words slip from her mouth and I nod my head in approval. Moving my fingers even lower, I force two of them inside of her pussy right alongside the dildo.

She's full-on crying and pleading for mercy, but it only spurs me on. The angle of my hand allows me to rub my palm over her clit as I fuck her with my fingers, and she comes apart yet again, her whole body shaking as she screams.

I'm still lodged deep inside as every muscle of hers clenches again, and the feeling of it has me reeling and lightheaded as I head for my own climax.

"Christ, Daisy," I groan in her ear, my words barely audible over the loud slapping of skin and her pleas for leniency. "You're going to kill me. You feel too goddamn good. One more time, angel. Then I'll pump your ass full of my cum. You've earned it."

"Yes!" she scries out, her voice a high pitch. I watch her beautiful red back, visualizing a perfect display of suffering that has my inner demon singing with rapture. It's a thing so remarkable I couldn't cook it up in my dreams if I tried.

Losing her mind completely, she lets go one final time. Her release gushes out as she comes, and I yank my fingers out of her pussy, instead pushing them inside of her mouth as I force her to taste herself.

She gags as I drive them deeper inside, making her ass clench. And that's when I follow her into the sea of pleasure that will surely become my death. My balls draw tight as I let go, ecstasy streaming through my cock as it shoots out of me. I fill her ass up with my cum, shuddering and groaning my release.

" Christ ," I grunt as I ride out my climax with the last few tremulant thrusts. "Fuck, angel. You're perfect. You're so fucking perfect." I spill my truths as I catch my breath, not caring if it'll lead to my demise. "I'm in awe of you, my Arcadia."

I still as I voice that nickname for the first time, almost tasting the word on my tongue. Slowly pulling out, I move around until I sit before her. Kissing her on the lips, I suck up her panting breaths and desperate search for oxygen. I sigh into her mouth, still not having caught my own, and we sit there until we both calm down.

"What's with all the flower nicknames?"

I smile, pulling back so I can look at her. "I've tried to come up with the right name for you. Countless unique flowers, yet none of them felt exactly right. A daisy is ordinary, a flower that grows on every patch of land if you let it. You're not ordinary." I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "I think I've got it now. You're my Arcadia."

"What does that flower look like?" She blinks away the last remaining tears, her lips curling up into an earthshattering smile.

"It's beautiful, but that's not why I chose it."

"Why then?"

I caress her cheek with my fingertips. "It has more meanings. It's a flower, and it's another name for nirvana. A region or scene of simple pleasure and quiet." I chuckle amusedly. "You're anything but simple or quiet. Though somehow, despite the fact you're absolutely and utterly mad, you've become my peace."

I kiss her on her lips before I start untying the knots of the ropes, freeing her from her confines.

She takes a deep breath when she is all the way freed, and we both watch the stunning indents of the rope branded into her skin. "I told you I was going to brand you," I say smugly.

She grins, nodding. "You've delivered."

"Yes. And now I'm going to take care of you." I trail my fingers over the rope burns, sliding them over her legs until I reach her side, finding her scar. Swallowing, I ask, "Will you ever tell me what happened here? Will you tell me who hurt you?"

She hesitates, but eventually nods.