Paul smiled wickedly. He’d come prepared to give her all the pain she could handle. He knew that she craved it and that it should come at his hands, from the man that loved her more than anyone.

“Tell me that you need the kind of pain I can give you, Emmy. Beg me to abuse you like my own private fuck toy,” Paul growled, his cock hard as steel.

“Please, Sir, I need you to give me pleasure and pain. I need to be yours to use and abuse. I want you to take by body and show me that you own me!” Emmy pleaded.

“Mm, you make me so fucking hard, slut! I know you want my cock, but you have to earn it first,” Paul explained.

“Yes, Sir,” she replied. Even the sternness in his voice helped her anxiety begin to melt away. There was no doubt that he was in control, which was exactly what she needed.

Paul led her up the stairs and put her hands on the railing for support. “Bend over, slut!” he commanded gruffly, “You need to feel the sting of my cane!”

Emmy shivered. The cane hurt so fucking much, but the after sting was complete bliss. Plus, she knew he would soothe her ass afterward, and she enjoyed the feeling of his hands on her bare skin. So, she would not only accept his caning, she would beg for it.

“Yes, Sir! Please! I need to feel the bite of your cane!” Emmy pleaded. “Strike the ass that you own, Sir!”

“God, you’re the perfect fucking slut! You make me want to do things to you, Emmy. Things a man shouldn’t want to do to the woman he loves. You bring out a lust in me I fear I can’t control sometimes. My dark needs can be twisted. I think I should spank you instead. It’s safer for you that way,” Paul groaned.

“Please, Sir, use the cane. I need the sting that it provides. I am a pain slut, you know that. Give me what I need the way that you need to give it to me. Strike me hard with your cane, Master, we both need it. I promise to use my safe word if it becomes more than I can handle. I trust you, and you can trust me,” Emmy begged.

Was it any wonder he loved her so much? How lucky they were to have found each other!

“Stand up and turn around first, Emmy,” he said softly. She did as he asked and was rewarded with a deep, passionate kiss. She threw her arms around him and returned the kiss, letting it linger a good, long while. He held onto her tightly and buried his head in her neck.

“You bring out the best and the worst in me, Emmy. I am afraid that my dark needs will scare you away. You’ve unleashed a beast and I may not be able to stop myself from hurting you,” he admitted, nuzzling her ear erotically.

She took one of his hands and guided it to her dripping sex. “Feel what the anticipation of your dark needs left unchecked on my body does to my pussy,” she moaned. “Imagine how my juices will run out of my slutty little cunt once you strike me again, and again, with your cane.”

“You need to promise me you will use the safe word, Emmy. That’s the only way I can allow my dark needs to be unbridled,” he whispered hoarsely.

“I promise,” she answered softly. Then she found his face with her hands and kissed Paul softly on the lips, “Whip me hard with your cane, Sir. Let me be your pain slut and serve you as you need to be served.” Then she added, “The way only I can.”

“Turn around and bend over, slut!” he demanded. “And keep in mind, you begged for this! I won’t stop at burgundy, Emmy. I intend to make your ass purple. Only your safe word will stop the cane.”

“May I scream, Sir?” she asked politely.

“I want to hear you scream, Emmy. I want you to give me every emotion you are feeling. I want you to remember, above all else, that I love you. You will earn my cock, you filthy little whore!” Paul grunted as he transformed from her lover to her brutal Master.

Smack!

Emmy gasped! The cane’s first swing found its target and left a deep red line.

Smack!

The red line deepened as the cane found it’s home again.

Smack!

She whimpered gratefully as the next swat made contact in a new spot.

Smack!

Fuck! This hurt so much! But he was a skilled master and knew that if he gave her enough wait time between strikes, the pain turned to exquisite pleasure for her.

Smack!

As a tear rolled down her cheek from agony, so did a stream of her juices roll down her inner thigh from erotic gratification.

Smack!

“Again, please, Sir!” Emmy cried out.

Smack!

“More, please, Sir!” she begged.

Smack!

The decadence of this hedonistic act had her pussy throbbing.

Smack!

“Look at your whorish cunt dripping like a faucet!” Paul growled. “Beg me for more!”

Smack!

She screamed and begged, “More, Sir, make my ass purple! Let loose on me, Sir, don’t hold back!”

Smack!

Smack!

Emmy sobbed, “Please, Sir, may I cum? I need to cum!”

Smack!

Smack!

“Cum hard, you filthy fucking whore! But I’d better see your dirty cunt spraying everywhere when you do, if you want my cock!”

Smack!

Smack!

She came hard as he laid the cane into her angry, mauve skin, her juices gushing like a waterfall! “God, yes! Thank you! Thank you!”

Her body shook violently as she came, as she sobbed from the intensity of the pain and pleasure. Paul dropped the cane, pulled off her blindfold and turned Emmy around, pulling her into his arms. “I’m sorry, baby, I’m so sorry, I got carried away. I’m a fucking monster!”

Emmy continued to shake and cry, but reached up and grabbed Paul’s neck, pulling him into a passionate kiss. He picked her up and said, “Wrap your legs around me!” Then he carried her into her bedroom and sat down on the bed with her still wrapped around him.

“Take off your pants, I need to please your cock!” Emmy said panting. “Please, Sir!” she added for good measure.

He was stunned. He’d just brutalized her with his own sick abuse and here she was, begging to please him. “Emmy, let me…” he started.

“Soothe me after!” she cried out. “I need to be fucked and your balls will burst if you don’t cum soon!”

She knew him so well; his balls were heavy and in need of emptying. Paul chuckled and allowed himself to slip back into Master mode, “Ride my cock, slut!” He took off his pants quickly and guided her onto his steel pole. It felt like it might break, it was so damn hard.

Oh, God, the feeling of her velvety, soaking wet walls engulfing his shaft was pure bliss. He moaned as she lowered herself onto him completely and rocked on him. He grabbed her hips and thrusted his own, fucking her deeply.

The way her tits swayed as she rocked and the way her face was so flush from desire, she was the most beautiful woman in the world! She continued rocking rhythmically, her clit rubbing against his body and he could feel her orgasm closing in. A part of him wanted to be greedy and selfish, and just keep holding his own at bay, but he knew how much she loved when they came together. So, he allowed himself to revel in the feeling of the tip of his manhood banging against her cervix and how tight she was clamping down on his cock. He began thrusting harder and faster. Panting and bucking, they cried out together as their orgasms united. He shot his seed deep inside her as she road wave after wave of ecstasy.

She collapsed on his chest, his cock still in her, and listened to the sound of his heart beating wildly. “I love you so much,” she said softly. “Thank you for giving me the most intense pain I’ve ever felt, followed by the most deliciously satisfying pleasure! You are a loving and giving Master.”

He let out a short snort, “I’m a monstrous, greedy, abusive asshole. God, Emmy, why didn’t you use your safe word and stop me?”

She lifted her head and looked incredulously into his eyes, “Because I didn’t need to use it! Don’t you understand? I needed that pain to be able to accept the incredible gift of pleasure you’ve given me! I had given up hope on ever finding love, Paul. And you’ve given me that gift freely and with no strings attached. You don’t want me to fuck other men for you. You don’t want me to be a slave in a sex club. You want only me! And you’ve given yourself to only me.”

She continued, “And as for greedy? I know damn well you could have held off on your orgasm, but you know I love it when you cum in me while I’m cumming too. No one’s ever even given a shit if I came or not, let alone how I enjoy cumming!”

“Emmy, you humble me. I love you so much. But I feel like a depraved brute having turned your backside into…” he said with tears welling in his eyes.

“Stop!” Emmy interrupted. “We both have unusually dark needs. I needed you to let me feel the full force of yours so you could see the full extent of mine. Don’t you get it? We belong together and are perfectly matched.”

He kissed her gently and held her in his arms. “I hope you know that I don’t need that all the time,” he said quietly, still feeling like a beast for letting the demon inside him whip Emmy so hard.

She smiled, “I don’t need that all the time either, but it sure is nice to know that when I do, you can more than satisfy my dark needs.”

He winced as he looked at her ass, but fuck if it didn’t make him hard again seeing her ass striped with big, angry red and purple welts. His libido was at war with his romantic side.

“You are thinking awfully loudly,” she teased. “Care to share what’s going on inside that head of yours?”

Paul hesitated and then realized he had made a big deal of her being honest and telling him whatever was on her mind.

“I’m embarrassed at how proud I am of making your ass look like you’ve been assaulted,” he admitted sheepishly. “I feel like a real man wouldn’t do what I’ve done and then get a huge erection because it looks so fucking hot!” There, he’d said it. So, why didn’t he feel any better?

Emmy was quiet for a moment as she looked at her bottom. Then she sighed, “My ass does look pretty fucking hot like this! But I could use some aloe and your gentle touch, if that would make you feel better.” She batted her eyelashes at him and melted his heart. And, yes, he felt better.

“Well, it’s a real hardship rubbing my hands over your body, especially your ass, but I do want to share my gentle side with you as well,” he mused.

Later, after he had, indeed, soothed her ass, they made love again. Emmy discovered that being caressed could be just as erotic when the hands touching her belonged to Paul. When they finally ate the dinner that he’d brought over hours earlier, he said, “Emmy, I’m still so sorry that I got carried away.”

“Paul, you did exactly what I needed at the moment and you didn’t get carried away! If I had used my safe word, and you kept going anyway, that would be different. What we did for each other isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, and it’s not even ours all the time. But it’s what we needed from each other to establish complete and total faith in each other. I trusted you to stop if I needed to use my safe word, and you trusted me to allow the beast in you to come out to play and not let him run amok. That’s a beautiful thing, Paul. Please, don’t spoil it by continuing to apologize,” Emmy said softly.

Paul nodded quietly. Then he said, “I’ve always felt like a freak or a sexual deviant. I’ve learned to keep that side of me locked up, for the most part, or at least at bay. And then I met you. And you made me feel like I wasn’t so crazy for enjoying impact play on a rather intense level. But this, tonight? Emmy, I can’t explain…” he started to break down.

“Shh, you don’t need to explain,” she interrupted gently as she sat on his lap and held his head to her chest. “I can’t explain it either. I don’t think it’s necessarily mainstream, but it’s normal for us. No, I don’t need my ass red and purple on a regular basis, but it’s nice to know that if and when I do need that kind of physical pain, you don’t think I am sick and twisted for craving it. No one has ever made me feel as safe, loved, and cherished as you make me feel, Paul. No one ever could.”

They held each other for a long while, enjoying the closeness as they did. “Stay the night with me, Paul. Take me to bed. Make love to me soft, slow, and sweet. Show me how the light can be as good as the darkness,” she whispered in his ear.

He carried her back upstairs, lay her gently on her bed, and kissed her so erotically that her toes literally curled up. He reached for her breasts and rolled one nipple between his forefinger and thumb while he sucked on the other. He alternated until he knew she could take no more and moved between her legs to repeat the passionate assault on her clit. She heated up quickly as her hips rocked and bucked, her orgasm close at hand. He lifted her legs in the air and slid his rock-hard cock into her wet, wanton hole, and moved slowly in and out of her. He brought her close to the brink time after time before finally picking up the pace. He fucked her hard and, when she cried out that she was cumming, he emptied himself into her, filling her with his seed.

They woke up to the sun peeking in her window and felt like they’d both run a marathon. “Don’t move,” he said as he got up and went downstairs.

He came back in a few moments with a cup of tea and some aloe. “Let the tea cool a bit while I put some more aloe on those angry butt cheeks. Please tell me you don’t have a doctor appointment in the next week or so,” he said rubbing the cool blue gel on her in smooth, gentle strokes.

She smiled, “Paul, my doctor is well aware of my proclivities, but I don’t have an appointment for some time, so please don’t worry.”

He raised an eyebrow, “Your doctor knows?”

“Yes, it’s how I discovered that aloe works best on parts that have met their match,” she said, sighing at the relief the cool aloe was providing.

“Hmm, a rather enlightened doctor,” he mused.

“She actually is pretty cool. I went to her when I thought I was sick because I read online that masochism is an illness,” Emmy explained. “She didn’t judge, but she spent a lot of time listening and nodding. I told her I had stronger orgasms when physical pain was involved, and she told me that the reason for this was that sensations of pain and pleasure activate the same neural mechanisms in the brain. She went on to tell me a lot of scientific stuff, but basically it boils down to the fact that pain, for some people, can create the same high that athletes experience when they push their bodies to the limit. When I told her I still felt like a freak, she admitted that she liked her husband to spank her occasionally and said that what people do behind closed doors should be their own damn business.”

“Okay, that explains why you like to feel pain. What about my need to dole it out?” Paul asked, feeling uneasy.

“Well, I’d say it’s about domination and arousal. You enjoy it because it makes your cock hard,” she said grinning. “And, holy fuck, was your cock hard last night!”

He smiled but Emmy could still see concern in his eyes.

“Paul, please stop overthinking this, okay?” she insisted. “We enjoy you spanking me, we enjoy you dominating me, we enjoy both pleasure and pain. For once in my life I don’t feel like a freak. Please, don’t steal that from me.”

Paul smiled, “Never, baby. You’re right. I just let myself get inside my own head after last night. You are the first woman who ever made me feel like I wasn’t wired wrong. I promise to stop worrying about it. In fact, I have a little surprise for you that I meant to give you last night, but we were a little busy!”

She laughed, “Paul! Seriously? Another gift?”

“Well, to be honest, this gift is actually for me. I hope you’ll enjoy it too, though,” he said, that delightfully wicked gleam creeping back into his eyes.

Emmy opened the box and looked puzzled. “Are these earrings?” she asked.

Paul laughed a hearty laugh, “No, they are nipple cages. You can try them out. If you don’t like them, I won’t be offended. I just thought they would look hot on you.”

“Oh,” Emmy said as the lightbulb in her head clicked on. “Will you put them on me? Please, Sir?”

Paul felt his cock twitch. She wasn’t wrong about the fact that dominating her made him hard. “Of course, my sweet little slut.”

Emmy purred. She loved when he called her that, as crazy as that might sound. How could she not? The way he said it, it was clearly a term of endearment. It reminded her that she belonged to him, by her own choice.

He removed the silver rings that she currently had adorning her nipples and replaced them with the gold cages that made her nipples protrude more prominently.

“Well, what do you think?” Paul asked, his cock throbbing.

“I think they look erotic as fuck!” Emmy squealed with delight.

“Mm, I agree!” Paul moaned as he held her breasts in his hands. “These look good enough to fuck!”

Emmy grinned wickedly, “Reach into my pussy and lube up your cock. I want to thank you for my lovely gift by making you cum between my tits.”

Paul didn’t argue. He dipped three fingers into her sopping wet pussy and rubbed her juices all over his hard shaft. He watched while she grabbed a bottle of lube from her nightstand and rubbed some all over her breasts and between them.

“Lie back and let me capture your cock with my boobs. Let me squeeze them together tightly around your thick meat and make you cum for me,” she said seductively.

He moaned as his erection found sheer pleasure between her creamy breasts. That the ends were adorned with tiny cages only made him harder. And with each thrust, she licked the head of his cock with her tongue.

“Oh, fuck, Emmy! What is this dark magic you’re performing, you wicked little slut?” he asked as he pumped between her tits. “I’ve never done anything like this, ever!”

Emmy whispered, “I haven’t either, Sir. I hope it pleases you.”

He pumped faster, “God, yes it pleases me! I’m gonna cum, Emmy! Fuck!”

He cried out as he flooded her chest with his cum. Then she scooped it up with her fingers and licked them clean.

“God, baby, that was the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced in my life!” he said, pulling her into his arms. “You amaze and delight me, Emmy!”

“Thank you! I enjoyed pleasing you like that,” she said. “But now I think we should shower and go out to breakfast. I have nothing besides cereal, and I’m famished!”

That afternoon, they went to the pier, rented bikes, and rode all along the boardwalk. “I’ve never done this before,” she mused. She was grateful she had chosen a bike with an extra-cushiony seat, considering her tender bottom.

“So, two new activities for both of us today, biking on the boardwalk and titty fucking!” he laughed.

She grinned, “You liked that a lot, didn’t you?”

“Oh, God yes! I love riding bikes with you!” he teased.

After dinner, he told her he needed to leave town again. She was disappointed, but she knew that his work kept him very busy and was grateful for all the time that he spent with her.

As she got ready for bed there was a text from Paul.

Miss you already.

She smiled and answered.

Miss you more.

Paul did his best to be attentive during the week, texting Emmy throughout the day and calling every night. His texts were fun and flirty, and they made Emmy’s heart feel light.

We should go bike riding again soon!

She laughed and wrote back.

You’re incorrigible!

Then he got serious.

Hey, Emmy, what do you think about moving in with me?

She smiled as she answered quickly.

Funny you should ask. I need to decide whether to renew my lease next month.

His heart leapt.

Maybe you should try living with me before you make your decision?

She sighed. He’d sort of asked her to marry him, but then nothing ever really came of it. But living together could be fun.

Sure, can’t hurt to try!

He frowned at her response. He thought she’d sound more excited about it. But then texts could be misleading since you couldn’t hear the tone of voice in them.

Wonderful! I look forward to sleeping with you every night!

When he called later that evening, she did sound very excited about moving in. They decided she would pack mostly just clothes for now and then they could get the rest of her things later.

On Friday morning he texted her.

Hey, baby! I’m coming home! I will come grab you and your stuff tonight and bring you home with me!

She texted back.

No need, I will meet you at your place. I have the key you gave me.

He agreed and then went into his last meeting of the week before heading home. He hoped that Emmy would enjoy the gift he was bringing her this time.

When he got home, she wasn’t downstairs. He called her name, “Emmy?”

“I’m upstairs, Sir. Come find me!” she called back.

He took the stairs two at a time, excited to be with her again. Then he saw her, naked and on her knees, at the top of the stairs. “Welcome home, Sir,” she said with her gaze lowered. “I’ve missed you.”

One of his gifts would have to wait, he needed to play with her. “Come into my bedroom, our bedroom, and climb onto the bed. I want you on your hands and knees.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said obediently.

“I have gifts for you, Emmy. Here’s the first. It’s a vibrator with a very powerful hum. I think you will enjoy when I tease you with it,” he said.

He played with the different speeds and edged her for nearly an hour, until she was almost in tears with need and frustration.

“Suck your juices off the toy, Emmy,” he said seductively. “Sexual frustration is another kind of pain, my dear. One that you will need to endure a while longer, I’m afraid. I’m not done playing with my slut quite yet.”

She moaned softly but did not argue. He knew her so well! He knew that she would be an obedient sub for him.

“Now then, shall we move on? Our next game involves a ruler and those remarkable tits of yours. They are far too creamy and need a bit of attention, don’t you think?” he asked. He was toying with her and she loved it!

“Your next gift is a collar. I promise to present it to you properly when my cock isn’t doing the thinking for me. But for tonight, please wear it for me, to please me,” he explained. He had fully intended to wait to give her the collar, but she had asked for it, so there was no harm in jumping the gun just a little.

He put it on her and looked at her. She was exquisite! He took her over to the mirror so she could see how she looked with his collar on her.

She smiled meekly, “It’s beautiful! Thank you, Sir!”

“Now, kneel on this chair please and hang those gorgeous globes over the back of it and present them to me for use and punishment,” he said gruffly.

“May I ask what I am being punished for, Sir?” she asked hesitantly.

“For making me think with the head between my legs instead of the one between my ears,” he teased.

She smiled a little, “Yes, Sir, I’m sorry Sir.”

“Five smacks of the ruler across your large, firm, delicious breasts ought to be sufficient, as you surely didn’t mean to be such a temptress!” he decided.

She nodded and waited for the first blow.

Smack!

Emmy moaned. The stroke was more of a thud, but the sting was plenty sharp, and it made her pussy throb.

Smack!

She’d never experienced a ruler before. Alexander had used a whip on her breasts. This was so much better!

Smack!

The impact of the ruler was incredibly stimulating, and she felt her juices drip!

Smack!

Fuck! She was going to cum! “Sir, my pussy aches with need and my ability to hold back is wearing thin.”

“Then I guess you better cum for me, slut!”

Smack!

The intense arousal was too much. “Yes! God, yes!” she cried out as she came, drenching her inner thighs.

He rubbed his hands across her breasts, all rosy and warm from his punishment. He moved her to the bed and put her on her back. He inserted a ball gag in her mouth and crawled between her legs. “I’m going to make you scream, Emmy,” he said in a cocky voice. “I’m going to make you cum again and again!”

True to his word, he licked, sucked, and devoured her needy little cunt until she came over and over, panting and bucking like a bitch in heat! It was incredible!

Then he took off his pants and tossed them on the floor. Emmy smiled, remembering how Alexander would almost never take off his pants or, if he did, would fold them neatly. It always made her feel like the pants were more important than she was. Funny how seeing Paul’s pants in a crumpled pile on the floor made her feel loved and wanted.

Paul watched her eyes carefully and saw a million emotions swimming in them. Then she smiled and he saw the emotions of love and joy written all over her face. He lifted her legs in the air and slid his cock into the hilt! Balls deep in Emmy’s cunt, he pumped in hard until they both exploded, and the walls of her pussy were coated with his seed.

“God, Emmy, you are the most amazing lover I’ve ever known!” he said, kissing her passionately.

“So are you, Paul. You make me so happy! I love you!” she said, kissing him back.

“Oh, damn it!” he said, jumping off the bed to retrieve his pants. Emmy’s heart sunk a little. Maybe it was just a guy thing, but it made her a little sad that he felt the need to scramble off the bed to rescue his trousers.

Paul saw her face fall and was puzzled. He hoped that what he was about to do would bring back the joy that had been there only moments ago. He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a little black box. Emmy’s brow furrowed as she saw Paul acting secretive and giddy.

Instead of rejoining her on the bed, Paul knelt before Emmy and opened the box before her. “I did a poor job of asking before, so I want to do it right this time. I know that our relationship is still relatively new, but I know what I want, and that’s you. Emmy, would you do me the most amazing honor of agreeing to be my wife?”

She started to cry, happy tears, of course! It wasn’t the pants he was reaching for; it was the ring!

With those tears streaming down her face she cried, “Yes! Yes, Paul, I will marry you! Oh my God, yes!”

Emmy slid down off the bed onto the floor and into Paul’s arms. And when he held her, she looked up at the heavens and whispered, “Thank you God, for sending me someone who understands my dark needs and loves me anyway.”