Erotic Fiction

When we finally got up the 58 flights of stairs, which Loni bounded up with such speed and energy, that I had to remind him to save some for when we got home, I unlocked my door and walked in. Within the second of me stepping foot into the apartment, Loni grabbed my wrist with such force that I winced. He slammed the door, locked it, and pushed me against the wall, holding me by the throat. I grinned maliciously. He smacked my face and pointed at me, staring me down, even though he was half a foot shorter than me, at least. “You should have never asked for this, you know, you’ll regret it.”
“Oh will I?” I smirked. He choked me harder. I gasped out a chuckle and he threw me with all his might into the couch halfway across the room. I fell onto it, losing my breath. He walked up, his eyes still blazing.
“Clothes, Off. All of them.” He demanded of me. I loosened the tie, and unbuttoned the shirt and pants, taking all of my garments off quickly and efficiantly.
“Ponytail too. Then go to your room.” I nodded and pulled my hair out of the ponytail, walking to the bedroom quietly and complacently.
“Lay down and stay still.” He grinned as he reached under the bed, pulling out the box of leather and metal. Suddenly, there was darkness. He had put the blindfold on me before I knew it, and I held back a smile. Perhaps he was going to reenact the first night. It was just after that I found it wasn’t going to be that way. He put spreader bars on my arms and legs, and I couldn’t help but grin. They were my favorites, too. And then I heard the rustling of leather and the clinking of slivers of metal. The flail. Oh, this was not going to be fun for me after all.
“Did I see a smile? Don’t. This will be as fun for you as it was for me those many months ago.” With that, I heard the snap of the flail on my body, and felt the slicing of my skin. I stung and held back a gasp of painful pleasure. He rummaged through the box some more, as I could hear the clank and shuffle of the contents being dug through. He chuckled sadistically, “Stay right there. Not like you have any choice, but I will be right back.” And he walked out of the room. For a couple minutes, I laid there, feeling the blood from my chest trickle down onto the bed below me, and the dull sting of the wounds from whence it fell. I heard sounds coming from the kitchen, and then the bathroom. He walked back in, and sat at the side of the bed.
“You shouldn’t move an inch for this, or it could be very painful for you.” And with that, I felt freezing cold wetness on my left nipple. I gasped a bit at first, the ice melting on my skin, and then I felt something go through it. He found the needles. How many he dug out, I did not know, but I then smelled the alcohol. He dabbed it over the peircing he just gave me. And then, another ice cube on my right nipple. I winced as he brushed the needle which was already in me, (the needles were quite thick at the end, and he had slid it to about a 10 gauge width,) and I looked up into the blackness of my own blindfold, gritting my teeth as he slid the next needle into my nipple. I whimpered and I felt him slap me once more.
“Not a sound, Alexia.” He growled, his lips at my ear. I complied with silence. I felt the burning of the alcohol on my second peircing. I could tell something was ripped, but it hurt to degree that I almost didn’t like. I then felt the flail dangling near my shoulder as he unzipped his pants. “you need to make it fair for me, Alexia. You must do this, or I will find a way to make those holes in you stretch further.” I licked my lips as he pulled me by the arm restraint, off of the bed and onto the floor. He made me kneel, with my arms down at my legs. I felt his hard rock member near my mouth “Make it fair, Alexia.”
I opened my mouth and he guided himself in, fast and hot, as I wrapped my lips firmly around him. His cock filled my mouth, and I tried to take a breath before he was fully deep inside. I sucked and lapped as he thrust into my mouth, going to the hilt. He held my head by my hair, pushing me to take him in fully, and I had barely a split second to breathe between his thrusts, making me gag slightly once. He whipped my back for that, and I winced. It was all I could do to not cry out in ecstacy around him. He continued his violation of my mouth, ripping the blindfold off of my face, looking down at me with a predator’s smile. He said, between thrusts, in a voice that sent chills down my spine, “See what you’ve been reduced to, Alexia. You are my toy. Look down at yourself.” And pulled out of my mouth to let me look down. I was bleeding and had metal still in my body. “You will keep those in until I find proper rings for them, too.” I nodded once and he guided himself into my mouth once more, to finish himself off. It seemed like an eternity with the blindfold gone. I shut my eyes and turned off my senses, just letting him do what he wished. When he came, it was as if a great flood of seawater flowed into my mouth. I swallowed it with little more than a wince. He released me from the bars and I took deep breaths as I crouched on the floor, pushing back the part of me that would want retribution.
“It couldn’t hurt that bad, Al. Relax. You’re already mostly healed from the whips.”
“I highly suggest, Loni, that you leave the room. I don’t want to hurt you.” I said, calmly as I could muster. He heard the ice in my voice and he walked out of the room without another word.
As soon as he closed the door, I ripped the lock box open and pulled out the knife, stabbing the bed. I yelled and tore the needles from my chest, throwing them across the room, disregarding the pain, and threw the knife into a wall before sitting down and breathed heavily, face in my hands. I was crying. I couldn’t believe myself, as my wounds healed themselves fully. I sobbed into my hands, all the energy left in me forming tears and falling into my hands.
After fifteen minutes, I picked up the needles and held them in my hands, staring at them, feeling nothing, even as I slid them back into my flesh.