Chapter 59 Let’s Level Up Punishment
Iva’s P.O.V.
The clamps are vibrating against my pussy lips, and the waves of pleasure are so intense that I hardly feel the sting of pain.
In my anger and jealousy, today I crossed my limit. I disobeyed my Master for the first time and I’m getting punished for that.
Like always, I’m so aroused by the way he controls me, punishes me, and shows me who I belong to. He drives me crazy.
Every vibration sends a jolt up my spine. My chest rises and falls, my thighs tremble, and I can’t focus on anything except the relentless buzzing between my legs.
Fuck! What kind of clamps are they?
I’m so lost in the overwhelming sensation that I don’t even realise when Will walks behind me to pick up another toy. I only return to earth, listening to his words. “Let’s level up your punishment.”
Then I see a butt plug, he is holding in his hand, his lips curved up in a smirk.
God! I wonder what more he has stored for me tonight.
“Ready?” He asks, standing behind me.
I can’t answer, gagged, so I nod as best I can. The clamps keep thrumming mercilessly.
He presses the cold, slick tip against my asshole, and my whole body jerks. I whimper and my head thrashes, but his free hand grips my hip firmly, holding me still.
Slowly, he pushes it, stretching me inch by inch. My toes curl inside the heels, my knees buckle, but the spreader bar keeps me locked open, helpless.
The burn is sharp, making my eyes water, but it melts into a strange fullness that has my pussy clenching around nothing. When he finally seats it fully inside, my muffled cry turns into a moan.
“Perfect. Plugged, clamped, gagged… exactly where you belong.” His words turn me on even more.
God! I never thought that I would ever let someone do this to me.
Before I can even adjust to the pressure, the flogger cracks across my ass. I feel the sting, and my scream is swallowed by the gag. I jerk forward, my arms screaming against the ropes and my wrists aching from struggling.
The next lash comes harder, striking just above the clamps, making my whole body convulse.
Another strike. Then another. Each lash lands in different places, my thighs, my ass, my chest. The vibrations at my core feel even harder now, like each throb of the clamps syncs with every impact of the flogger.
I try to stand tall, to endure, but my body is weakening. My legs tremble violently, my heels scrape against the floor, and it’s getting harder to hold myself upright. My arms ache from being stretched too long above my head, and my body feels like it’s breaking apart…
But God, the way he’s destroying me turns me on even more.
I am a mess of tears, sweat, and dripping arousal. My nipples are hardened from the flogger’s sting and the intensity of the clamps buzzing mercilessly. The fullness of the plug pushes me right to the edge of madness.
And still, all I want is more. Fuck! What have I become?
He drops the flogger to the floor after getting satisfied, and frees me from the spreader bar and clamps. I feel so relieved.
When I think, he’s done, he stands behind me and says, squeezing my buttocks. “I know, you’re exhausted, but still you’ve to take whatever I give you.” He pulls his jeans down and grinds his hard dick against my ass after pulling out the plug and hurling it. “And you know during your punishment, where my dick goes.”
In my asshole. He never fucks my pussy during my punishment. It’s a rule which I hate. Because after all the arousal from punishment, I yearn to feel him inside my pussy.
He brings me back to earth, filling my tight little hole with his hard cock, digging his nails into my hips.
His one hand grab my throat and the other spanks my sore pussy as he gives me hard plunges. I lift from the floor and yelp, saliva dropping down my gagged mouth.
Oh God!
He unclaps the strap of the gag and pulls the panty out of my mouth while fucking me.
“Will you ever disobey me again, Professor?” He asks, going deeper into me.
“No, Master,” I answer, breathless.
Like this, he continues pounding me roughly, holding my one leg over his waist from behind, making me stand on my one heel, until he gets satisfied.
Now we’re returning to our suite, my head is resting on his shoulder as we sit in the backseat of the car. Although my body is exhausted, every muscle pleasantly heavy, I still can’t stop myself from getting aroused, thinking about today’s session.
I completely forgot that I was angry at him for laughing with another girl in front of me.
His presence pulls me back into the moment. He takes my hand in his, entwining our fingers together, his thumb moving in slow, comforting circles over my skin. The mere touch sends a quiet shiver through me.
“Listen, let me clear one thing, Iva—” he begins.
I lift my head from his shoulder to look at him, and the words die on his lips as he cups my face gently, forcing me to meet his eyes. “I’m all yours,” he says softly, as if it’s a promise carved into his soul. “So don’t ever get jealous.”
Something warm and possessive stirs inside me. I grab his shirt collar and pull him closer, close enough to feel his breath against my lips. "I know, but I don’t like the way you’re laughing with her. Every smile of yours is mine, understand?"
For a second, he just stares at me, then his lips curve into that familiar, devastating smile, and he nods. “Yes, Madam, I understand.”
Before I can respond, he leans in and captures my lips in a kiss that’s unhurried but full of intention. It’s not desperate. It’s claiming. His hand slides into my hair, holding me closer, deepening the moment until the rest of the world fades away.
When he finally pulls back, his forehead rests against mine, our breathing heavy, our hands still locked together. “Jealousy looks good on you,” he murmurs with a soft chuckle. “But remember this, Iva, no one else even comes close.”
I close my eyes, leaning into him again, my head finding its place on his shoulder like it always has.