Corporal Punishment Training
Without pushing inside, Vincent began grinding himself against the entrance of my pussy from above. My folds dragged across his ridged length with every pass, baring my clit, and the scorching, veined surface of his cock was more than enough to set it alight.
"Nngh, ahh! No, stop it! I hate it!"
His movements grew rougher, stoking the pleasure from the outside in. He kept rocking his hips in a motion that mimicked the act itself.
"Ah, don't press! Don't press down on me!"
He stroked my pubic mound and pressed against my lower belly, massaging my womb through the skin. The iron arm pinning my writhing waist left no room for doubt — I could feel Vincent's masculinity in it, and it flustered me. My hips tried to buckle, but the bindings suspending my body in midair wouldn't allow it, and the result was me pressing my ass right up against his groin.
"Haa, Adela. How are you this delicious? I just can't stop teasing you."
Whether it was because I hung from the ropes, writhing in his embrace and feeding his lust, at some point his eyes had taken to smoldering red.
"Mmph?! Chwup! Heup, haah! No, I said I hate it! Mmhh!!"
He turned my head and kissed me. I hated how naturally he slipped into my mouth and savored my saliva. His tongue tapped along my gums and the roof of my mouth before licking over my own, and after biting and teasing my lips, he plunged deep inside once more.
"Haaah, hebbuh!"
The hand that had been stroking my mound slid up to knead my breast. He crushed it like kneading dough while his fingers pinched and toyed with my nipple, adding fresh waves of sensation on top of everything else. With my mouth, my breasts, my belly, and my clit all stimulated at once, climax crept dangerously close. My head tipped back and my body trembled.
Vincent confirmed I was right on the brink — then cut off every stimulation at once.
"Ah? Uhhheh…? Vin, cent…?"
Before I knew it, I was questioning him for stopping everything so abruptly.
"I told you, didn't I? This is a punishment. If I just let you come, it wouldn't be much of a punishment, would it?"
He let a moment pass, reining in the pleasure that had been racing toward its peak. And yet he kept touching erogenous zones he'd ignored until now, continuing his sensual massage so my body wouldn't have the chance to cool.
This time he stroked my sides.
"I-it tickles! Stop it, hyaah! Don't— don't torment my ears!"
He brought his mouth back to my ear, nibbling the rim as he whispered.
"That slender waist flowing down from an ass gathered full of soft flesh. Those breasts, soft yet springy, the perfect size to fill my hands."
Having assaulted my ears, he seemed intent on arousing my mind next, spilling one lewd word after another. "That trained, perky rear, and the gorgeous lines of sleek, toned legs. Skin white as snow yet glowing with healthy color, and eyes like gleaming rubies."
He was keeping me suspended at a fixed distance from climax.
"That sharp, elegant nose, those soft lips tinged with red. Delicately arranged features, and hair black as the night sky."
He gilded my appearance in exactly the same way I had once described the Hero Party's looks to him, and it made my face burn with embarrassment.
"That small frame that fits perfectly in my arms. The sweet, fresh scent of peaches that clings to you. And even that maternal love that always takes care of me, that kind heart that thinks of others."
"Stop. Stop talking."
"Everything about you makes me fall for you. It drives me insane. Why shouldn't I say it?"
I avoided his persistent, raking gaze. Judging that my body had calmed somewhat from its climb, he reached his hand this time toward my clit, exposed and radiating heat.
"Ah, ugh! Stop it. Vincent! Please! Aaah!"
My body convulsed as if electrocuted. His fingers pinched my stiff, swollen clit hard, rubbed it, twisted it every which way. He alternated breasts too, kneading the one he'd neglected earlier from the underside as if milking it, and as he pressed and teased my nipple, my areola, everywhere, a crackling pleasure swept up my spine.
He swept aside my hair — a black waterfall spilling down — and pressed a deep, claiming kiss to my collarbone, leaving his mark.
"You don't get to come whenever you want."
Vincent's warning, aimed at me as I all but tipped over the edge. So this… this was the punishment he'd spoken of. It was unbearable.
Bound and trapped in his embrace, I could almost feel his body heat flowing into me. When my body curled up, my full weight bore down on my wrists and hurt them — but the pleasure continuously pumped into me made me curl up all over again, automatic as breathing.
"Ah, nooo… oh♥ hngh! Aaah, ahh!"
Heat rose through my body until I couldn't stand it. Every time he flicked and tapped my clit, unbearable pleasure painted my brain white. I raced toward climax a little faster than before — and just when a little more, just a little more, would have done it, Vincent pulled his hand away like a ghost and let me cool.
"Uuugh… I hate it, I said I hate thiiis!"
Little by little, I could no longer tell what I was begging him for.
"What don't you like? Tell me, Adela."
Did I want him to stop? Stop what, exactly? His courting me? Playing with my body however he pleased? Or stealing the pleasure away right after giving it?
"If you don't know, I suppose I'll just have to do it again?"
It began once more. Gripping my cheeks, he spread the valley open, exposing me even further.
"How about here?"
Every time he laid a hand on me, I could feel myself changing, and it sent a chill down my spine. What was happening to me? Did I have to keep enduring this until I became a female made to Vincent's taste? No — I didn't want to become a female!!
"Don't… touch me… anymore. Stop… trying to take me…. Please, I'm begging you."
Tears spilled down. Was my brain broken? Or did I pity my own plight — tortured by my stubborn owner? Either way, the tears fell before I knew it.
"So you still have the presence of mind to say things like that?"
Vincent came back around to face me and closed in. He brought his hand between my thighs and pushed his fingertips into my pussy. Even if I hadn't reached climax, I was already dripping so much down there that he slid in smoothly.
"Hyaah! Even so… you can't, hnaang♥ hngh!"
The fingers inside me stimulated the pleasure spots clustered near my entrance. He bent the two fingers buried in my pussy and pressed steadily against my G-spot.
"Haaang♥ Nooo! Not there, don't press theeeere…!!"
My legs gave out, and I all but hung off the arm in front of me. It would have been better if my weight had pushed him back and made him pull his fingers out — but that muscled arm held firm as if my weight meant nothing, and his other arm wrapped around my hips, locking me in place so I couldn't escape. As I watched him take one breast into his mouth and suck, I honestly wondered how he knew my body this well.
"I hate it! I'm— I'm scared! I said I'm scared! Stop iiit!"
Vincent's fingers, dragged along my insides as he drew them out, were soaked through, my nectar dripping off them like juice from fruit. The time it took me to reach climax was getting shorter and shorter.
I was terrified. Last time, too, Vincent had pushed me until I lost my mind, then done something strange to me that made me think of him as my Seobang-nim — my husband. I couldn't even imagine what he would do to me this time. He was going to wait for my body to cool a little, then torment me again. Or so I thought.
When I couldn't hold back and drool spilled from my mouth, Vincent released the arm around my waist and pushed his fingers between my lips.
"Heup! Ubuh, hah… mmph!"
Before I knew it, I was sucking on his fingers, coating them in saliva. Perhaps judging them wet enough, he pulled them straight out of my mouth. Then Vincent shifted around to my side and brought those fingers — wet enough that the saliva he'd just drawn from my mouth was dripping — to my rosebud.
"Vincent, I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come!"
I tried to stave off the penetration, even if it meant advertising that I was about to climax — but the moment Vincent pulled his fingers from my pussy, he forced my rear hole open and pushed one inside.
"Aagh?! It hurts, Vincent!! Take it out! Take it out!! It huuurts!!"
Pain shot through me at the finger forcing its way in without warning. Saliva alone really wasn't enough lubricant. As I thrashed in agony, Vincent swirled the buried finger around and around, stretching the hole wider.
"Did you think punishment wouldn't hurt? Endure it," he said, and began scraping at my inner walls as if savoring my pain all the more.
"If you hate the pain, all you have to do is accept my proposal right now."
Forcing pain on me while proposing marriage — what kind of lunatic nonsense was that? I clenched my teeth and swallowed the moans the pain wrung out of me. I refused to lose.
As Vincent kept scraping my inner walls, the pain gradually transmuted into pleasure. When he grazed that sensitive line of skin just so, my breath caught in my throat.
"See? You feel even pain as pleasure. What else could you possibly do but be my female?"
He spouted such absurd nonsense so easily.
"S-shut up… I don't, hngh! want to talk to you!"
The finger slipping in and out of my asshole crossed wires with that most shameful pleasure all over again. Vincent massaged my perineum as he pushed his finger deeper, and I could only resent him for it.