Teach Me: Sinful Desires by Sienna Mynx

defense. But it wasn’t bad. No. It was delicious, but only briefly. When he moved, hot searing pain ripped through her anus and she bucked to throw him off.
    “Relax,” he whispered again.
    Destini whimpered. Hot, fresh tears leaked from under her shut lids. She could say the safety word. She could end it at any moment. Still she held on waiting for the reward.
    “Trust it Rain. Accept it. Go with it.”
    Then Sir started to move. His body, sweaty over hers, worked her hole in the most primitive of ways. Her arms and legs were trembling as she tried to hold herself up and take his meaningful thrusts. Tried to endure. She soon understood the restraint. The invasion made her want to crawl from him, close her legs. But upon the bench with her feet cuffed she remained opened and pliant. Pleasure and pain became one as the width of his shaft stretched her further and further. Her ass, once aflame from the whacks of the whipping stick, became the lightning rod for all sensations. Shockingly hot waves of pleasure tickled through her pussy once more. It left her inner walls clenching and jerking in response to him fucking her from behind.
    Destini dropped her head forward, breathing with his rhythm. A long, soulful growl came from deep within his abdomen and she knew he was enjoying it immensely. And soon she knew why. Oh, it hurt. But it hurt so good . He threw his head back and shuddered and kept going.
    “Oh… sweetness… Rain, thank you sweetheart, thank you for this.”
    Then his hand got a hold of her clit and he toyed with the tender flesh with his hips rotating, all the while his cock tunneled deep, jerking and thrusting, until they both were crying out for the release, one so powerful they nearly drowned in its current.
    Spent, they lay there, Destini feeling as if she were cut in half. Sir basked in the sexual elation her body gave him.
    “Off… get off,” she begged. “Pearl!” she yelled.
    Sir withdrew. He released her ankles from their bindings, and she nearly dropped off the bench. He collected her in his arms and deposited her on the bed. He then rolled her over to her back, panting. Tears kept flowing. She didn’t know the source and was too tired to think of it. She just wept. Then came the offer of his hand, careful to draw her near. He pulled her over to him like a lover, a lover that cared. She went into his arms and there she wept. It was a release of so much pent up frustration, from Russell to her first love. So much disappointment, displeasure, and regret.
    When her tears stopped, Sir lifted her face and kissed her so sweet that she melted and floated down on a cloud of contentment. “I want you. Let me have all of you. Give me more.”
    She nodded. “Yes. More.”
     

Nine
    Sir woke to find his wrists fastened in leather cuffs. His eyes focused in the dark. The smell of sex and burning wax filled his nostrils. She sat there staring down at him, as if possessed, with her hair wild about her head. And her beauty was so exotic, so untamed, his cock jerked and yawned awake, wanting part of the action.
    “Wha-what are you doing?” he asked, lifting and inadvertently pulling on the cuffs that were meant to keep him down.
    “Pleasure and pain,” Destini remarked. Rising from him, he noticed the red stripes over her plump cheeks that bounced as she walked on her toes, away. She retrieved a silver condom package. Sir watched, amused upon her return when she tore the wrapper open and slid the rubber ring down his cock like a pro. Destini met his gaze. She licked her pouty lips. They were swollen from his sucking and chewing on them. Damn, he wanted to suck on them some more.
    “You’re going to ride me?” Sir smiled and stretched like a big cat, his large palms making fists in the binding. “I like that.”
    He heard her chuckle. He opened an eye and squinted up at her. His brown beauty returned with a candle. Confused, he lifted his head from the silken pillows. She straddled him, his dick