He aimed for the backs of her untouched thighs, and Ellie screamed as her head snapped back, a choked sob working its way out of her throat. The strap had left matching marks on her pristine skin, bright pink and painful. This welt would fade faster, but the initial pain was more.

“Ow.. ow...” she muttered, readjusting her position, taking deep shuddering breaths as the pain worked its ways through her system.

“What color are you, Ellie?”

“Green, Sir,” she said immediately, forgetting to call him Michael, but he wasn’t going to punish her for the infraction. She was so far gone into the scene, into the pain, she was on automatic. Her bright red bottom pushed out slightly; not much, but as much as she was able with her hands secured to the bars and her nipples clamped and holding her in predicament bondage. By now the pain would be sweet agony, keeping his little masochist’s orgasm right on edge. “Fuck me, please... please, fuck me, Sir.”

It was the sweetest plea he’d ever heard, and one he was happy to fulfill.

Finally.

This wouldn’t make her his unequivocally, but it was a step. Tomorrow she’d be feeling him inside and out. She’d remember how he felt inside of her, how he’d given her pain and then made her scream with pleasure. Sex was part of their contract, but with Ellie it was also so much more. He’d bind her to him with pain and pleasure and everything between them.

Setting the strap on the ground, he undid the front of his pants and let them fall down around his thighs. His cock was aching, the shaft and head an angry dark red, although not nearly as dark as Ellie’s ravaged ass. Palming her hot cheeks, he enjoyed her moan as he pushed them apart. They nearly matched the dark red winking jewel seated between them.

He ignored her squeak of distress as he pulled her hips back, lining his cock up with her pussy; the new position would put pressure on her nipples, increasing the pain and the bite right before he removed them and really made her hurt in the best way possible.

“Oh!... oh please...” Her head leaned forward against the bars as he rubbed his cock along her slit, lubricating his already leaking tip, before finding her entrance. The wet heat of her pussy encased the head of his cock like a slick fist, making him groan with pleasure as he sank in, her tight muscles quivering around him. “Michael... it’s too much... oh... too much!”