HappyComeLucky

I have never found it easy to cry. I have had too much conditioning that crying is making a fuss or showing how weak I am. In my last relationship any hint of tears was met with him withdrawing from me until it was safe to return. My current relationship is so different. Being with someone who truly loves me has given me permission to cry. We have several times in our play taken it to and past the point of tears. It is an amazingly powerful thing for me. It shows the depth of my trust in him that we can explore something that is so intrinsically taboo to me. Tears have such power to me that they are currently woven into my fantasies. I am sharing one of these fantasies with you here.

Your lips brush against mine, I tilt my chin up desperate for a longer kiss. You indulge me, kissing me deeply as your tongue claims my mouth. You catch my lip between your teeth, sucking on it as you move my arms above my head ready to bind to the bed frame.

Once I am tethered, you continue your teasing. Biting my neck, growling as I writhe against you. As you lift your head, your eyes sweep over me, taking in the view until you are looking directly into my soul. The look of determination and decisiveness in your eyes makes my heart leap and my cunt clench.

You stroke your hands over my body, cupping my breast, rolling your thumb over my hardened nipple. You increase the pressure of your grip until a moan escapes me. Suddenly squeezing harder before a quick release followed by a slap. The first delicious shock to my skin as you start to awaken my every nerve ending.

Once my skin is tingling and glowing, you push my knees apart, spreading my legs wide. You spank your way up my inner thighs, alternating a barrage of fast strikes with long firm strokes. My body tensing and beginning to recoil from the sting then instantly relaxing and pressing against your hand with the strokes.

Quiet and sure, you state that I will not move for what comes next. The knowledge that this will hurt makes my breath catch whilst I obediently still my body. I become hyper aware of every part of me with little tremors of electricity radiating out from my cunt. With a touch almost too light to feel, you stroke along my slit; lingering at my clit, daring me to press myself against you. The resolute challenge in your eyes is enough for me to tense every muscle in the struggle to obey.

Just as my mind starts to relax into the joy of my arousal, the searing heat jolts me. Your hand forces one knee back while you trap the other with your leg. Each spank of your hand sets off fireworks through my cunt, making my body jerk while my cunt throbs. Quickly the world disappears from me. I can only hear your voice and I am completely immersed in pain and pleasure.

I am unaware of exactly when the first sob escapes me. I know that as soon as you swap from your hand to the totally unforgiving cane I cry out with every blow and sob in between. I struggle against you, my words smothered by my crying.

The shock of the loss of contact as you release my legs scares me and I immediately draw my knees up protectively. My tears are flowing freely down my face as my body shudders. You touch my tear streaked face, turning it towards you as open my legs once again. You look with satisfaction on the red angry skin. A smile on your face as you look back to me and state with certainty,

“Beautiful!”

As I process your statement, you move closer, pushing your hard cock against my bruised clit before continuing to press your way deep inside me. With no allowances made for how sore I am, you begin to thrust. Not rough, not pounding, but insistent and firm. Each thrust pressing me into the mattress. The force and the tempo increasing until with a grunt you come deep inside me. Then with total tenderness, you wrap me in your arms holding me tight and safe.

I have no idea at what point I stop crying. Somewhere towards the end of the fucking and the start of being held. I am happy and peaceful and wrapped in more love than I thought could exist.

Who else is being wicked?