Gentle Revenge

Gentle Revenge

This story is primarily M/F, with F/M and M/M implied previously. It seems as though it’s a part 2 but is part 1 written with previous happenings in mind that I may or may not write. It has been written with the male being a hero type (who is up to you) and from the perspective of the female. My first offering, please leave a review.

I stood, arms extended above me by soft leather cuffs and chains, naked and afraid.

I had spent hours tormenting my captor in front of his worst enemy, teasing him, making him beg, and making him cum. Humiliating him for the benefit of his enemy. When he had finally gotten himself free and dealt with his nemesis, he turned on me. At first, I wasn’t worried; he was the good guy, the hero. I’ve been told he used to have mercy. The operative words here being “used to”, and what “now” is might be a different matter. I explained to him then that I had been lied to initially, doing the things I had to his beautiful body in the belief this was a consensual fantasy between two grown men. It was only after that I began to suspect otherwise, and had begun to realise who my victim was. Snatching my wrist, he fixed me with a glare, and coldly informed me he could understand that, if it hadn’t been obvious that I’d enjoyed it so much and ignored tell-tale signs of his non compliance. He literally dragged me back to his home, and threw me inside before locking the door behind us. I scampered away, up the stairs and through corridors but the twists and turns were confusing, and before I knew it, I had bolted into a room right into his waiting arms. I tried to scream and run, but several things happened at once then. Firstly, he smiled. That was all, a touch of a smile and a look in his beautiful eyes, they just made me melt. I began to believe he might not kill me. Secondly I realised there was nowhere else to run to. Thirdly, and perhaps most importantly, he had just strapped one of the leather cuffs around my wrist while I was distracted by that smile, and was reaching for my other wrist.

A short time later, that’s when I found myself naked and exposed. The man was stalking around me, staring at me like a stern teacher over glasses. Finally, he bought his face close to mine, and half whispered to me.
“I don’t normally do this sort of thing, you know. It’s all defeat the bad guy, save the innocent.” He placed his lips so close to my left ear I could feel the heat from them but not actually feel the flesh, “But not this time.” I squirmed.

He slipped around behind me, and pressed his clothed body up against my naked form. He was taller than me and the position made me feel more vulnerable than when he had been in front.
“Please, let me go” I said, hating my voice for giving away my fear. I felt him shift and a whisper at my right ear this time.

“When I asked you the same thing, did you listen?” The pause prompted a reply, and all I could do was shake my head. Fingers trailed down either side of my sides, tickling a little.
“When I begged you to stop teasing me, did you listen?” Again, all I managed was a shake of the head. The fingers glided from my sides, to link at my stomach. He bit the side of my neck hard enough to make me try to move away, and then licked at the spot he had bitten.
“When I begged you to make me cum, did you listen?” Oh god, was he going to hurt me? Everything I had heard about this man told me no, but this sort of thing wasn’t anything I’d heard about before. I shook my head, staring at the floor. The man kissed the bitten place on my neck. I shuddered, trying to suppress my arousal. Through all of this, I was still getting turned on.
“When I cried, did you comfort me?” My head shot up. The growing interest between my legs faded. That was new. I felt physically sick, I had never hurt him. My orders were clear, humiliate him but don’t hurt him. I had done my job well, taking his body and playing it until he didn’t know what century it was. No, I hadn’t wanted to, not to begin with. Yes, as the session went on, I enjoyed myself more and more. It had been hard to stop but when had he cried? His demeanour seemed to alter.
“Oh, you didn’t know.” Not a question. I shook my head again anyway. He seemed to tighten his hold on me, almost a reassuring hug. He rested his head on my shoulder. “No, that’s right you wouldn’t know. You were standing behind me, where I am standing now. Just thought I’d point that out. You were so busy making sure he could see what I was going through, focused on your goal and immersed in your enjoyment you never saw my tears. Never felt my breath hitch.”

Finally I found my voice. “No. I…that wasn’t part of it.” His hands came up, fondling my breasts. His agile fingers toyed with my nipples. I’ve always had ultra-sensitive nipples, and playing with them can take me to an unbelievable level of horniness. I swallowed.
“I’m sorry.” What the hell was going on? Telling me this while he was arousing me so deliberately? He stood up again, increasing the pressure from his fingertips to my nipples.

“Sorry for which part? Turning me on? Getting me off? Taking away any rights I had because you were told to? I cried because I was helpless, because the only person who could help, that’s you, wouldn’t. I was so confused. I’m not going to hurt you sweetheart, just make you understand.” The fingertips left my nipples, and he stepped in front of me. Suddenly, he smiled! “I’m going to do to you, what you did to me!” In an instant he had his jacket, tie and shirt off and was on his knees, picked each leg up and threw them over his shoulder, and buried his face in my pussy. I felt so inelegant hanging by my wrists, legs dangling over his shoulders but that was quickly dissolved with his next actions. He licked firmly at my pussy lips, sucking them in turn, and then gently slipping 2 fingers inside me. As I realised all he wanted was retribution, and what that would entail, I became incredibly turned on. I shifted, crossing my ankles around his neck and letting my knees fall open to allow better access. He wasn’t going to hurt me, just make me cum then let me go! For a man this gorgeous, I could live with that. I moaned and thrust my hips forward as he moved his fingers in and out of me, the rate I was going, I would be out of here in no time. My orgasm built up inside me, my breathing quickened and sounds I couldn’t control emanated from my voice box. I could feel his fingers working inside me, tongue circling my clitoris, getting closer and closer to it, and I knew the instant he touched it, I would cum. Panting, moaning, I arched my back, opened my mouth to scream my pleasure…and he stopped! He unhooked my legs from around his neck, and stood up and folded his arms with a smirk on his face. Well I was geared up for a scream so instead of pleasure I turned it to rage and aimed it at him. I was furious! All he did was smile that same sweet smile at me.

“The hell!” I shouted. “What the bloody hell do yoohhh!” The last word was changed to a moan as in one fluid motion he stepped forward and cupped my pussy in his hand, moving one finger over my clitoris again.

“What? You thought I’d make it easy on you? After what you did to me, not a chance.” He sneered “I’m going to make you beg for it, like I did. Only this time, when you beg I’ll give it to you. I want you to understand the terror of orgasm.” I looked at him, confused. “I know, you don’t understand. I don’t have anyone to hand that you really don’t want to cum in front of. To be humiliated in front of.” A finger slipped into my pussy, joining the one at my clit in making me wetter. “This is how I’m going to make you understand. I’m going to tease you.” A second finger added to the one in my pussy. I moaned and thrust against him. “I’m going to make you beg, but, realise this. The second you do, I’m going to make you cum and you will cum hard. And again, and again. And you won’t stop until I decide you stop.”

My heart stopped. He was going to force orgasm after orgasm onto me, until what? Until he decided I’d had enough? Oh my god. What if I passed out? What if he just kept me here and never stopped? I really didn’t want to find out, I had to fight. But then a third finger started creeping up inside of me and I realised I didn’t have a choice. It really was only a matter of time. The thought inflamed me. That smile faded, and he licked his lips. I had already experienced those lips on mine; he had hungrily kissed me as I gave him an ecstasy he had been desperate to feel. Now the roles were reversed, and I was shaking and helpless before him, and he was going to give me what I’d given him. He took his hand from between my legs, making me groan at the loss of sensation there. He raised that hand up between our faces so I could see my juices glistening on his fingers. Slowly, he sucked each finger one by one into his mouth, closing his eyes in apparent enjoyment. When he heard me whimper, he opened his eyes just slightly and I could see in his face he was just as aroused as I was. Placing one hand against my cheek, he leaned forward and oh so gently pressed his lips to mine. It was the most exquisite kiss I’ve ever had. Thoughtful, soft and sexy. As he finished the kiss I snaked out my tongue and flicked his bottom lip, looking him deep in the eyes and leaning lightly into his hand. He took the hint and came back for more, perfectly capturing my mouth with his. His tongue massaged mine, exploring slowly. I could taste myself on him and I pressed my head forward so I could kiss harder to encourage him. He grabbed my head with both hands kissing me more passionately. I broke the kiss to trail licks and nibbles down his cheek, jaw and neck. Arms above me this wasn’t easy, but we were alone now and I didn’t have someone standing over me issuing instructions. I could explore at my leisure. He mirrored my actions on the other side of my face. I took a break from the fevered kisses. I coughed.

“I truly am sorry. I admit I enjoyed it eventually but in my defence, I was lead to believe you would too. If I had seen you cry, I would have tried to do something. I would have comforted you. Ignorance is no excuse and I do understand why I’m here now. I’ll accept any punishment from you but please, remember I was acting out of good faith rather than malice.” I swallowed as my speech had caught a nerve, and I was about to cry myself. I was emotional, turned on, and feeling slightly guilty and as though my punishment would be welcomed. To my regret, my little outburst caused his licking and nibbling to stop. He pulled back and looked at me. I blinked, and a tear slowly dripped down one cheek. As he realised I was sincere, his own eyes took on a look of sadness. Strangely, I was more concerned that I had again caused him pain without meaning to rather than the fact that a complete stranger had me naked and at his mercy. He wiped the tear away with his thumb.

“Oh gods, I’m sorry” he started. “I was so blinded by getting a little revenge on you and making you feel what I had, I never stopped to consider whether I should.” He quickly released my hands from their bonds, and because despite the softness of the cuffs they hurt, massaged life back into them. He pushed me towards the door.

“Get out. I should never have involved you further. You’re right, you didn’t know. Get out.”

I stumbled towards freedom, stopping to grab my clothes he had discarded in a crumpled pile earlier. I opened the door, and tried to get dressed while running in case he changed his mind. As I paused to step into my skirt, I looked back at him. He was standing side on to the door, where I had left him. His legs gave out, and he knelt on one knee, put his head in his hands, and started softly sobbing. I felt terrible. Apparently I had already ignored his tears once, I couldn’t do so again. Forgetting my clothing, my nakedness was nothing compared to his, I walked back to him. I knelt beside him, and I don’t think he realised I was even still there until I hesitantly touched his shoulder for he jumped and whipped his head around to look at me. My heart broke for him then, he was pale, trembling and somehow damaged on a level I would never know. I slid the hand on his shoulder across his back, even then enjoying the cool smoothness I found there, and pulled him to me. Without argument he slumped against me. He wrapped his arms around me and let out all the anger and frustration he’d been holding in for so very long. His face was against my collarbone, and I could feel the hot wet tears dampening my flesh. I tenderly held his head close to me and rocked backwards and forwards. Making soothing noises, I stroked his back while murmuring words of apology. After a while he quieted, slightly loosening his hold and we simply sat like that, neither one of us wanting to move away from the other. Close intimate contact without sexual pressure felt reassuring. He was the first to move, standing abruptly and smiling again.

“Right then, can’t hang around like this all day, weren’t you going to go?”

This time I recognised the smile and fast talk for what it was. A smokescreen for a very lonely person who didn’t want the universe to see his pain. I stood and raised an eyebrow at him.

“What?” He countered.

“I don’t want to go just yet.” I informed him. For a second he looked uncomfortable then pulled me into another huge hug. This time it wasn’t without pressure. My breasts pressed into his torso, beginning to turn me on all over again. I initiated the kiss this time, letting him know I still wanted him if he would have me. The returning kiss let me know he did. Gently he lowered me to the floor, and started kissing around my throat. I pulled him back.

“It’s OK, I’m still wet and I just want you in me.” I flushed at the direct approach but it worked. He smiled again, but this time it was a genuinely happy one. Standing briefly he removed his trousers and underwear and he was back on me again, forcing my legs apart to lay on me. I could feel his erection pressing against my wet pussy, and I tilted my pelvis to an angle where it naturally accepted the head of his dick. He looked down at me, the desire in his face making me need him all the more. He paused outside of me. Clearly he was still teasing me, establishing his control. I gave in. “Please, fuck me. Make me cum!”

His eyes narrowed and he slowly entered me. Every damn millimetre felt amazing, and the speed made me feel as though he would keep going forever. I writhed under him, clawing at his back, pushing down on his bare ass as I pushed my pussy upwards. In the end, he was stronger than I, and I was forced to go at his slow pace. When he was buried in me to the hilt, he stayed still, pinning me. I cried out “Please! Please do me!” A small laugh replied.

“I am. I’m in you, aren’t I?” He knew what I meant so I decided to make him move. I tightened my pelvic muscles, squeezing his dick. I rotated my groin, releasing and clenching the muscles again. He moaned, and a thrill shot through me when I realised I had made him lose control, and he started moving again. But it was still not enough.

“Honey, I promise I won’t break…” that was all the encouragement he needed. He pulled out of me right to the end of his penis, and then slammed back into me with all the force he could manage. He fucked me like that, hard and fast. His grunts and moans were better than any dirty talk I had ever had, and I came hard in the first few thrusts. All the pent up energy of the last few hours rushing out of me in a screaming torrent. As I started a second orgasm, his thrusts increased, shooting me over the edge again. He seemed to know instinctively when to slow down, and when to speed up. A flurry of short shallow movements tempered with hard long ones

“I can’t hold back much longer” he warned me.

“Don’t then.” I replied. “Come in me. Give it all to me!” My words spurred him on, and he came loudly. His orgasm triggered another one of mine and we clung to one another, gasping for breath.

A few minutes later, he looked at me.
“So, fancy dinner?”