It’s Just A Weekend

The sweat dripped down the side of my face as I brought the paddle down on her ass again. The smack echoed through the room while she struggled against the restraints that tied her to my bench. My hand gripped her red and swollen thighs as she begged me for more. I had never had a sub that leaned into pain as much as she did, and I was drunk on it. My arms ached, and I lost myself in the scene until blisters formed on my hands. A crowd had formed around us at some point. I hadn’t noticed. The world around me disappeared as I tossed my paddle aside and unzipped my jeans. I pulled out my cock and slid into her limp body. I paused to whisper in her ear, asking her for her color. Her eyes met mine and defiance set in as she growled out, “Green.” She fought against her own submission with every fiber of her being. With every breath she took, she resisted me as I pounded into her, ripping pleasure out of her whether she was ready or not. Her eyes rolled back in her head as another orgasm washed over her body, and she passed out. The sight of her debauched and used sent me over the edge of desire. My breath was ragged as I slowly pulled out and tossed my dick into my bag, beginning to gently unhook her from the bench. Her heartbeat grew steady as she cuddled...