Ravaged

I saw the whip and riding crop fall to the floor. He instinctively lifted me, and I squeezed his hips between my thighs. His invisible grip tightened around my back. He began to nibble at my nipples, and I moaned.

The salty wind stung the fresh welts that crisscrossed my thighs, each breath a hoarse gasp against his fingers. The riding crop lay there, abandoned, but its touch burned more intensely—an invisible hand traced the raised, throbbing lines left by the whip, pressing just enough to make my hips jerk involuntarily.

"Still as tense as ever," he murmured, his words vibrating against my ear.

His invisible lips trailed down my neck as his hands gripped my bruised hips, his fingers digging into the fresh welts with a calculated pressure that made me sob. I suddenly felt the vicious bite against my nipples with a brutality that tore a cry from my throat.

"Tsss... not so hard," he murmured, slipping a hand into my mouth to stifle my moans.

His teeth clamped on my nipples, forcing me to arch my back, the ropes biting cruelly into my already marked skin. A trickle of saliva ran from my lips onto his fingers, which muffled my cries, each hot breath filled with the scent of leather, sweat, and sea salt.

His unseen free hand slid along my trembling thigh, his nails carving red furrows into my sensitive flesh before coming to rest at the entrance to my throbbing sex.

When he used gravity to impale me on his penis, my cry was stifled by the impact, my spine bucking violently against him. The intrusion of his penis was brutal, deliberate, each inch that sank inside me tearing a new, hoarse moan that his hand mercilessly stifled.

My stomach contracted violently around him, every burning muscle closing around this relentless invasion. His hips slammed against my bruised thighs in a fluid motion that wrenched a stifled gasp from my throat, pain and pleasure mingling in electric waves along my overloaded nerves, each thrust deepening the burn until I felt his abdomen against my fresh welts.

The sun bathed my possessed body; a witness might have thought I was levitating in an obscene position, bound by my wrists to a high branch, screaming with primal pain and pleasure. His hips gave me no respite, each thrust deeper than the last, as if he wanted to imprint his mark on the darkest recesses of my being.

His fingers closed around my raw hips, his nails digging into the furrows left by the whip like claws marking their territory. The swaying of my suspended body accentuated each thrust. The forgotten riding crop lay in the sand, but its throbbing marks cruelly reminded me of each blow as he plowed into me with methodical ****.

His invisibility allowed him every wildest fantasy, and yet he preferred to fuck me. I felt his fingers slide from my mouth to my throat, squeezing just enough to make stars explode in my vision as my stomach tightened like a trap around him.

His laughter choked into an animalistic growl as he felt my breast muscles pressed against his invisible chest, sweat mingling our skin like cruel cement. His fingers tightened further around my throat, just a spasm, enough to blur my vision as he wrenched a final, hoarse moan from my lungs. The forgotten whip lay in the sand, but its throbbing marks cruelly reminded me of each blow as he plowed into me with methodical ****.

His invisible lips pressed against my ear as a final thrust of his hips pinned me to him, his penis pulsing deep within my bowels. The rope snapped dully as he abruptly released his grip on my throat, the scorching air tearing at my lungs in a hoarse sob.

His invisible abdomen trickle against my bruised belly as he withdrew in a slow, cruel motion, every millimeter of his withdrawal sending shivers through my nerves.

I felt his absence like an open wound, the salty air biting at the damp traces left by his invisible body. My thighs were still trembling, marbled with red and sweat, when his fingers suddenly reappeared on my hips—a brutal grip that made me jump.

"Don't move," he murmured, his hoarse voice against the back of my neck.

His palm struck my thigh with cruel precision, the sharp smack echoing against my fresh welts. A hoarse moan escaped me as his fingers dug into my sensitive flesh, holding my hips in place with an authority that made my muscles, exhausted from hanging my arms by ropes from the pine branch, quiver.

I felt his hot breath on my shoulder, his invisible lips tracing a burning line down to the base of my neck.

From the top of the cliff, we could see the sun and the magnificent sea below, but at that moment, I tried to forget myself, to stop thinking about what he had in store for me.

His fingers moved up my throat, tracing vicious circles on my damp skin as his other hand smacked my thigh again, harder this time—the pain radiated in searing waves that made my overworked muscles tremble.

He stroked my red hair before pulling it back. I felt him watching me, but I couldn't see anything. Still invisible, he seemed to read my innermost thoughts and desires.

"You don't even deserve to see me," he murmured as his invisible fingers twisted more tightly in my hair, pulling hard enough to bring tears to the corners of my eyes. Sharp pain mingled with exhaustion, every fiber of my being vibrating and hypersensitive.

A stifled groan escaped my lips as his palm struck a third time, in the exact same spot. The electric shock of pain radiated to the back of my knees. My arms, raised above me, were still painfully bound.

"I heard footsteps," he said aloud.

- Ah, gentlemen, she is at your disposal. She belongs to you. I'll be back in an hour.