Seeing Red by Sillien

“Aw, you don’t like that, do you?”

Rose smacked his erect cock again.

“Ow! No, Mistress. I’m sorry.”

*smack*

“What are you sorry for, hm?”

Brian flinched as she made to smack him again but stopped just short.

“I’m sorry that I don’t like it, Mistress. I wish I could enjoy it the way you do, but it’s just not my thing.”

*smack!* His whole body tensed up, tugging at the rope that secured him to the bed as he squealed.

“Maybe...” Her finger traced an angry red line down his shaft. “Maybe it’s even better for me that you don’t like it. Did you think of that, slut? Or did you think that I’d only be doing things to you that you enjoyed?”

He hadn’t really thought of it that way.

“Tell me something.” She wrapped her fingers around him and squeezed. “Do you want me to stop?”

“I, uh, I wouldn’t object to that, Mistress.”

He yelped as she bent his shaft.

“Do. You. Want. Me. To. Stop?”

Her other hand cupped his balls and clenched, her nails digging into the flesh. Brian struggled against his bonds.

“Yes, Mistress! Please stop! Please!”

Her hands let go and she brought her face to within an inch of his.

“No.”

Her open palm swatted his balls from side to side. His body shook back and forth as he cried out for her to stop. The only answer he would get for some some time was her laughter. He thought about saying it. About saying “Red” out loud, loud enough for the neighbors to think they were arguing about what color to paint the dining room. She’d forgive him if he said it. She wouldn’t love him any less. And dear god all he could really think about was how much this hurt. How every slap sent the pain right up into his stomach.

Just say the word and the pain will stop, he thought to himself. But so would that laughter. He opened his eyes just long enough to see her grinning from ear to ear. That would go away. Brian distracted himself by thinking of the rope coiled around his wrists and ankles, by tugging at it and focusing on that until the hurting stopped.

He couldn’t tell you how long it took, but the smacking did eventually stop.

“Aww, look at how red they are! Look!” She lifted his head so he could get a glimpse of what she had done to him. His mouth dropped open, but before he could gasp her lips came in for a kiss.

“I’m very proud of you, pet.” She gently stroked his poor, beaten cock while they made out. Brian moaned and his hips bucked up as she softly pumped him. Rose pulled herself up a little and slipped a nipple in-between his lips. He sucked on it as she pulled on that greedy, wanting cock.

Then she let go. She sat up on the side of the bed.

“You poor thing. You want to cum oh so badly, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress! Please!”

She stroked her chin.

“Aw, you don’t like it when I tease you like that, do you?”

Rose winked at him, stood up, and walked off to go clean herself up. He laughed to himself and said, to no one in particular, “No, Mistress, I don’t like that at all.”