Soul Flagellation (part 3)

I kept my fist clenched in her hair as she fumbled with the tie binding my left arm. She wasn't actively crying, but tears were sliding slowly from her eyes down her cheeks, cutting salty mascara trails in the cum on her face. I focused my rage and anger into my stare, willing flames and destruction on anyone who dared try to look me in the eyes. At first she tried to flirt her way out of her predicament, blinking and pouting at me while rattling off explanations and justifications, but not for long. Words can't even attempt to approach the power of a charged and silent stare, and I didn't trust myself to talk yet, so I simply glared.
 
It's not that I was raging out of control. I wasn't. But I was walking the line, and had been doing so for over four hours. I wanted to make sure I was clear that this wasn't my ex; this was someone I liked and trusted, and while she was likely going to enjoy her comeuppance, I needed to make sure I was abusing her for the right reasons...
 
She finished untying my other wrist and I slapped her face, casually, with little power but a nice crack, my right hand still clutching her hair. She cried out involuntarily, and I felt my lips curl into a grin. She turned back to me, anger and fear and lust in her eyes, but my smile cut off her retort before it started.
 
I sat up, using my grip on her hair for balance and leverage, appreciating the way she winced as I did so. We sat face to face, noses inches apart, and uncertainty nagged at me as I noticed a slight tremble to her jaw. I didn't want her to really think I was dangerous. I wasn't ready to assume that responsibility. But I didn't want to break the scene, especially if she was really getting off on it. I leaned close to her ear and whispered.
 
"Red and Yellow. Don't forget. You're in control here,"
 
before leaning back to once again look into her eyes, a question mark in mine. She gave me a small smile and a nod. I returned the smile and leaned in close, planting my lips on her forehead while running my free hand across her back, down to her perfectably squeezable ass. After kneading her ass cheeks for several minutes, I stretched my hand underneath her, delicately sliding one finger inside her cunt. I held her tightly by the hair and pussy as I slowly and teasingly tested her wetness.
 
She was soaked. I spent a few minutes gently fingering her, my lips stretched into a smile against her forehead as she whimpered and gasped. I let her relax and enjoy the sensual treatment a bit before removing my finger from her cunt and pulling away from her slightly, that reassuring smile still on my face. Her eyes were sparkling and her face was flushed and beautiful and trusting.
 
And then I spit in her face and clenched the fist in her hair, forcing her to twist and bend toward my feet. As I forced her to untie my legs I replayed that frozen instant of shock on her face in my mind, and my recently spent cock twitched and staggered upright again, slapping lightly against her ass. If anything, the cum and tears and drool and shock at being slapped transformed her beauty from earthly to something almost metaphysical. Her glistening pussy gaped invitingly, and I casually slid my painfully engorged hard-on into it, savoring her warmth and wetness and moaning.
 
"Shut up, bitch, and finish untying me. Now."
 
She took a while to free my ankles, attempting to stifle her grunts and gasps as I flexed my hips and slowly fucked her. I carefully drew my legs up under me, my fist still clenched in her hair and my dick still lodged in her cunt. I pushed her face into the mattress, shifting my weight forward onto her as I rose into a kneeling position, impaling her to the bed with my cock.
 
"Hand me that tie."
 
She did so, awkwardly extending her arm behind her, tie in hand. I took it and yanked her upright and back toward me, my cock still buried inside her. I let go of her hair and looped the tie around her neck before shoving her on her belly, my penis sliding free of her pussy with a wet pop. I kept hold of the tie, pulling it just tight enough that she couldn't ignore it as I straddled her ass.
 
"Now hand me the other one and clasp your wrists behind your back. Quickly."
 
Again she complied, and I quickly tied her wrists together, tightly and efficiently. Once her hands were restrained I tied the noose to the footboard of the bed, giving her enough room to turn her head but not enough to escape. I rolled off her ass, taking time to deliver a few swats and slaps as I did, and then slid off the bed and went into the bathroom. I left the door open as I took a leak and washed my hands and face, before returning to the bedroom to stand at the foot of the bed, my still semi-hard cock inches from her face.
 
"Now then. I think it's my turn. Where to begin?"
 
(to be continued)