I glanced at her for the last time before doing things that we both would regret later. Her innocent eyes were twinkling like the brightest of stars in the sky. While she was looking unbelievably calm, her body showed otherwise; trembling and shaking under my touch.

I could watch my schöner engel all day long and leave her without any punishment but I knew that would only leave me dissatisfied, resulting in yielding more rage and agitation. I ought to do it. I needed to do it.

Either I could go outside, fuck a whore and pay her, or I could punish this beautiful lady lying before me---naked and vulnerable. The latter option seemed more tempting and pleasurable, besides she herself had volunteered to suffer my punishment in the first place.

I suddenly shut off all my emotions that were hampering me from relishing the ecstasy reclining in front of my eyes. I slowly leaned at her; caressing her cheeks lightly with my fingers. In contrast to what I had expected she closed her eyes and liked my touch. Fuck!

I didn't want her to feel good about me; there's nothing good left in me anymore. It could never be. I was just an awful piece of crap who knew nothing more than inflicting pain on others.

I grasped a fistful of her hair and hit her head back on the table. She cried softly, making a part of me sigh in relief. It satisfied me. It made me feel powerful. It felt as if I was not the only one who was aching and suffering in solitude. My body was like a ball of stress that felt light everytime it made somebody ache in pain.

I picked up a candle and slowly dripped some wax over her breasts, making her shriek in pain. "Ah---S-Sir... "

Then, I dropped some more wax on her nipples. My action shook her body from head to toe. She moved feverishly and cried; louder this time.

"Yeah! Do you feel the pain?" I growled at her while moving my hands from her breasts to her stomach, "Because hope you do," I breathed.

Just a single touch of her skin beneath my finger electrified my entire body and the more I tried to explore her, the more my senses seemed to get lost in the doings. I wanted her---very badly.

I glided my fingers down to the most sensitive part of her body which was already warm and slick wet. I touched her clitoris lightly and to its response she shot up like a missile. I knew what she wanted right now. She wanted me to rub her clitoris and finger-fuck her until my name echoed across the room. But I'm sorry baby, pleasure is prohibited tonight. This night was more about punishment to you and hence pleasure to me.

I teased her nub with my thumb and gently touched her heated area, making her moan in delight. I kept my pace slow yet steady watching her squirm under my touch.

"Ah----" She snapped at my fingers, squeezing her eyes shut.

I tried annoying her by gently stroking my finger on her entrance. It made her breathing even heavier than ever before. She wiggled her ass and pressed herself closer on my finger.

I abruptly shoved my middle finger inside her while I rubbed her clitoris harshly with my thumb. I squished my finger in and out---hastily and roughly. Watching her getting hyped with each stroke of my finger made me want to hit her into depths.

The amount of experience I had with women made it a piece of cake for me to find a woman's G-Spot and other sensitive points. My finger got replaced with two and gradually with three, making her moan on the top of her voice. With every thrust she rolled off her eyes while I watched her breasts sway up and down in the air.

"Ah---Yes. I am on the edge, sir." Her muffled voice grew louder as she became impatient.

She contracted her muscles around my fingers, wanting to unload her orgasm so desperately. But before she could do it, I ceased my action and withdrew my hand, leaving her in a state of shock and disappointment.

She abruptly opened her eyes. While she seemed in a constant turmoil, her body begged me to keep continuing what I had stopped all of a sudden. She could not conceal the deep resentment she felt at the way she had been treated, therefore she rolled off her eyes.

"Sorry, my fingers need some rest," I jest at her.

Freeing her hands and legs, I made her more exposed than she already was. She curled up like a kitten on the table, gathering her legs and hands all together. I ogled at her hourglass-shaped body and pale waxen skin to sketch and memorize her feminine delicacy in my mind; it brought a warm flush to her face.

"Come here," I called her with my arms wide open for her. What the heck am I doing?

She stealthily jumped off the table, taking baby steps in my direction as if she was scared of me. That image itself was a torment to my eyes and I wanted to seize every torture and punishment of mine.

The next moment, she was standing near me. Her eyelids were droop down and her body was fidgeting in discomfort. I reached out and grabbed her wrist. Leading her to the king-size bed, I reclined her against a soft yielding cushion. Without wasting another second, I crawled onto the bed and lay down beside her.

I traced the line of her jaw with my finger while whispering, "If you ever feel like stopping it, just say the word. Alright?"

She nodded her head involuntarily, not trusting her own voice.

I slipped off my pants and everything else that restrained me from revealing what a beast I had been inside. My cock popped out of my boxers, hard and erected, for her. I looked at her face, pale and flushed, as if all the blood had been squeezed out of her body.

She glanced at my hard and quickly shifted her eyes side to side, but within a second, her beautiful dark eyes landed back on the same place. Her innocence brought a grin to my face which I contained as soon as it had formed on my lips.

"Hold out your wrists," I commanded her with a equanimous voice. She passed me a perplexed look, but eventually did as I said.

I had her lay down on her stomach as I cuffed her hands behind. I pushed her onto the bed face down, dug her face into the mattress, bent her knees forward, as I made her backside come to my sight, encountering my taut and insatiable dick.

I picked a high-intensity flogger out of my cupboard which had long strings hanging across it. It had doubled up tails which could be used to dramatically increase the thud of the flogger, giving that cathartic slam.

Without a second thought, I spanked her ass so violently it made a loud jostling sound followed by a painful shriek while her face was still rammed in bed. I felt a burden lifting off my shoulders. I felt satisfied. I felt powerful. I felt relieved. Thereafter I spanked her thirteen times in a row and the entire time only two sounds could be heard---flogger's smack and Noemi's screeches following it.

This entire time her face was buried in sheet and her knees bent on the bed. I lifted her up and witnessed her face messed up in tears----tears that were flowing continuously, without any pause. I would have stopped it if she had said a word. Just a word. But she didn't. Besides, I was a wrecked man who could never go down against his own saying even if he wanted to.

"We can stop right here if you want," I suggested to her in a cold tone, pretending her screams weren't affecting my own sanity, while they were. "I won't be able to stop it if you won't stop me." I looked at her face, and I swore I noticed hatred in her eyes. Humility. Disgust. Mostly, hopelessness.

For the first time during those two days she uttered something. Not just something, but she put her heart out in front as she bawled out at me.

"Don't you fucking stop." She wiped off her face with the corner of her shoulder as her wrists were tied up with rope. She confronted me, "Show me all you want to do to me. Show me your extreme. Show me how far you can go. And show me how badly you want to punish me."

"But you----"

Her eyes again brimmed with tears as she interrupted me, "I want you to take me to the farthest corner of hell. Your hell!"

She straightened up her spine and camouflaged her pain beneath her challenging face. She impelled me to neglect sympathizing with her and be the man I was not so proud of.

I knew she's hurt but my inner ego couldn't take her I-am-badass attitude anymore. I scoffed a dry laugh, "Going good with the punishment night, Miss Noemi, are we?" She pretended a smile, and I swear it was enough to rile me up again. "I would now like to reward you with some more punishments then."

I twisted her to her stomach again as I streamed my exasperation onto her body. Without shedding any mercy at her like she needed, I spanked her ass countless times. On the contrary to what I had been expecting, she remained still and silent this time. It vexed me even more and burned my soul to the ends.

I wanted to make her suffer, at least for now. I couldn't ignore her current behaviour just before she was in pain and suffering, for she did have a choice. She could have simply asked me to stop and I wouldn't have said a word against her will. But because she didn't, I wouldn't. She defied me----Alvin Hertrich, and now I was down for the battle that she had sparked between us.

I thrust my two fingers in her entrance and stretched her apart, making her pussy ready as ever to withstand my giant cock. She moaned between her lips. It seemed like she was swallowing her sobs down through her throat. I pushed my cock in her wet pussy and to all the fuck's swear it felt satisfying. I banged her so hard that the whole room echoed in the cacophony of my balls hitting her pussy.

I groaned in her ears while she was stifling her moans somewhere down against a cushion. I massaged her clit harshly with my fingers as I was about to shoot my own orgasm. I wanted her to come along with me. Our bodies moved together in a synchronization and it felt like we had been doing sex since eternity.

Correspondingly, it went the whole night. I fucked her everywhere, starting right from the bench to the bed to corner of the room. I clonked her hard, rough and repeatedly until my own legs went soar and I felt weak all over. She, on the other hand, was an obstinate who suffered silently but did not ask me once to stop.

The way she held out against my constant attacks and tortures had me in awe. I was bewildered to witness two completely different sides of her tonight. One, which was soft and sacred like the most precious gem on the earth. The other, which I had recently encountered was tough and formidable. It seemed as if she had a far worse experience in it than she was ready to accept.

I released her hands free, untying her wrists that were mildly slashed with red cuts. I looked at her horrifying face that was smudged with dry tears and her eyes were swollen due to constant weeping.

"Is this all you've got, huh? Is this what you've been bragging about? About your hell?" said Noemi, balancing as her feet wobbled back and forth.

She tumbled on the ground and while I moved to catch her in my arms she jerked away my hands. Looking at me in sheer disgust, she scoffed a dry laugh----a scornful laugh. "Sir, I'm sorry to disappoint you but I haven't learnt anything from these punishments. Nothing that I won't repeat again in the future."

"You could have stopped me, you knew that." My voice was poised but my body was shaking with anger and frustration.

"Yes, I could have." She blinked her eyes quite a few times at me and then released a heavy sigh. "But I wanted to see what you are made of, Mr Alvin Hertrich. And I swear you are no less than the man I had encountered in my life. You all are the same. Shame!"

She jabbered something gibberish afterwards as she slowly closed her eyes falling in a swoon.

I'm sorry for what I did to you but now you won't have to suffer anything. I won't let you. I'll let you flee. You are free from my punishments, my tortures and from the devil in me. I know you hate me, rather disgust me now, but I may never be able to forget you. Your innocent eyes I always find my way back to. Your soft pink lips I always want to grab and kiss like never before. That body I always want to explore with my covetous hands. Mostly, your pure heart I wish I had deserved.

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