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Make Me Beg, More	By : ElizabethAshbury Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Korn Views: 5348 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Korn. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Make Me Beg…More

I approach Jonathan and stand right in front of him. He grabs the back of my head and kisses me hard, almost choking me with his tongue. He grabs my ass and squeezes hard. He pulls away and looks into my eyes.

“Go to your room, young lady.” He orders.

I go in there to see candles lit all over the dresser, with my lamp turned on next to my bed, the regular bulb has been replaced by a red one. There’s a bucket of ice on my bedside table. He takes a seat in my chair, still holding that fucking paddle, the one that actually bruised my butt a little while back. It took me a while to recover, too.

“How did you get in here?”

“I told you, little girl, you should lock your door. Now get over here and bend over my lap.”

“Oh, COME ON! You’re not going to spank me for THAT are you?”

“Hell yes, and now I’m going to spank you for talking back, too. You haven’t learned, honey. Now come over here and get your spanking.”

I stall for time, I don’t want the paddle. “Okay, but not the paddle,” I plead, “It took me forever to recover!”

He laughs. “You think I’m going to take it easy on you? Come here before I grab you and hold you down again.”

I stand next to him. He unzips my pants.

“Good, now bend over my lap.”

I obey. He pulls down my pants and growls when he sees that I haven’t been wearing underwear. “Where are your pretty panties? I like them. You’re supposed to wear them for me little girl, that’s another spanking. My, you‘ve been bad.”

“I know.”

“Hmmm…”

WHACK!!!! The paddle hits my ass full force and he doesn’t let up. He whacks again, waiting about three seconds between each one.

“OOOWWW!” I cry loudly.

“Go on, scream, nobody’s gonna hear you! Scream for me!” Another hit. He continues for another minute, which feels like ten before he stops. I don’t cry this time. I just pant hard to catch my breath. He grabs my arm and tells me to get up. He orders me to stand in front of and and get completely naked. All I have to do is take off my shirt.

“Where’s your bra?” He looks at me very sternly. He looks so menacing, and yet very desirable without his glasses, his hair down and very subtle smudges of eyeliner. He has grown his signature mustache again, without the goatee, but still has the small patch of hair just below his lip. He stands up and lifts me off the floor, carries me to the bed and lays me down. He gets on his knees next to the bed and pulls me by my ankles towards him and pushes my legs very far apart. I feel something very cold on my clit and lips and I realize he has an ice cube between his teeth! It makes me shiver, but it feels so good. Then he takes it in his hand and rubs it on that whole area while he pleasures me with two fingers, twisting them in and out. I feel pleasure shoot through my body, but not an orgasm, just that great feeling of sexual pleasure. I breathe harder and moan softly. The ice cube is already gone and I’m all wet down there. He shoves his face in it and licks all over my completely shaved crotch. He licks hard down the center and inside a little and then tells me to turn over. I flip onto my front side and he continues to lick me from behind. I close my eyes and moan, enjoying this part very much, wondering how long before he’ll make me squirm again. I feel him put both hands, holding an ice cube in each one, on my ass cheeks. This is a little strange, but still very nice. I stay in my comfortable position, savoring the feeling. Suddenly I feel an ice cube directly on my asshole. The sudden, cold sensation makes me open my eyes and gasp loudly.

“Shhhh…try to relax for me, baby girl. I won’t hurt you.”

I whimper a little and tense up my body.

“Baby,” he warns, “if you don’t’ stop, I’ll spank you. Relax for me, now. You’ve got to trust me.”

I reluctantly obey, trusting a man who likes to spank me with a wooden paddle until I bruise.

“Good girl.” He rubs the ice cubes down the backs of my legs with his hands while he tongues both holes. He stops suddenly and I hear him taking off his clothes behind me. I pull myself up on my hands, looking behind me to see him completely naked and quite obviously aroused. He hovers over me, still standing and I feel his body heat, and I can smell him too. His scent is so intoxicating.

He gets close to my ear. “I’m going to be more gentle with you this time, but you have to listen to me and trust me,” he says, rubbing my back and side, “I have some things in mind for you.”

“What?” I say, a bit alarmingly.

“Shhh…” he licks and kisses my back, “you’ll see, be patient. Turn over and spread your legs.”

I turn over on my back and Jonathan holds my legs behind my knees and gets on the bed. He enters me inch by inch, staring into my face. When he’s completely in, he tilts back his head and closes his eyes. He starts out very slow and deep. His mood is strange tonight; I start to think that the things he did a minute ago were his way of setting the tone for later. I’m not sure what to expect, but somehow I know there won’t be a lot of spanking going on like last time. He knows he has control over me and will get me to do pretty much anything. However, I know that a paddling is not out of the question if I don’t follow his rules that he laid out for me which were to listen and trust. Whatever he has planned, I know it’s more than just us fucking and cumming. I gasp and moan as Jonathan fucks me, holding me by my legs.

“Mmm,” he says in a deep, very manly way, “fuck, you’re wet!” He thrusts into me hard, I involuntarily get louder. “You like that?”

“Yeah…fuck me, Jonathan.”

“You said my name,” he pulls out of me slowly, and grabs my hips to hold me up. “You really do like it.” He puts the head in and pulls back out. “Want it?” He does it again.

“Uhhh…stop teasing me!”

He laughs. “You really want it, don’t you? Want it deep in your cunt like this?” He rams it in fully on that last word.

I cry out in pleasure.

“Yeah, make some noise baby. I know you will later.” What is he talking about, I wonder. He slides in and out slowly.

“Mmm…harder, Jon.”

“Shhh…I’m the one in charge.” He continues his slow pace. Then he suddenly rams it hard. I cry out again. Then he does it more. He starts pounding me harder and more roughly before telling me to turn over. I turn around on my hands and knees, knowing better than to object. He takes three big pillows from the head of the bed and puts them under me. How nice, I think in my head. I drape myself across them comfortably. He enters me once again and continues at his hard, rough speed. I love this position and he knows it, it hits right on that spot that sends me over the edge. I get the feeling he’s trying to gain my trust by being nice so he can get me to do something later. I feel an orgasm coming. He sees me breathing deeply to help it surface.

“It’s okay, go ahead and cum.”

I release it with my breath and mind-blowing pleasure pulsates throughout me. I moan deeply and loudly.

“Yeah, that’s my girl.” He slows down and continues. I feel his hands on my ass again. He rubs it with his hands. “I love your ass. It’s so pretty.” I suddenly feel his thumb run over the small opening. I’m still so relaxed from my climax, that I don’t do mucceptcept gasp quietly and lay there limp. Oh, that’s why, I’m thinking, he got me to cum so I would relax more and he could have his way with me better. I utter a sound that’s a mix between a moan and a whimper.

“It’s okay, baby girl.” He keeps on pumping. He stops and pulls out of me.

“Why did you…” I start to say “stop” and he interrupts me.

“Shhh…you’ll see.” He gets up. “I’ve got something in mind, now face forward and relax. Be a good girl.”

I turn my head and don’t dare look any other way. He’s making me nervous again. Is he going to hurt me? I don’t know. I feel him come up behind me again.

“Ass up high, baby.”

I raise my hips to point my ass towards him. I know he can see everything. He rubs That Spot with his thumb again. I feel something wet and slippery drip down between my cheeks. I whimper and instinctively tense up.

“Shhh…behave, now.” He keeps rubbing. I feel another long drip. He presses a finger on my most vulnerable spot. My body goes rigid, I don’t mean for it to. “Uh-uh, little girl.” He keeps it on there, pressing, but not penetrating, “Listen to me, relax. Breathe deep.”

I draw in a breath.

“That’s it, honey” he says as he pushes further, penetrating my small opening. I whimper again. I must have tightened up again because he smacks my cheek with the other hand.

“RELAX!”

I breathe deeply again as his finger penetrates deeper into my ass. It starts to feel good and he drops even more of the lube on me. I begin to really relax enough for him to keep fingering me. He gently goes in and out, sweet-talking me, rubbing my back. I really start to like it and get used to it.

“Like it, sweetie?”

“Yes,” is all I can say between gasps.

“Good, you’re doing good, honey.” He kisses my ass. “You’re really tight you know that? I’m going to need to work with you a little before I fuck your ass.”

“What?” I pick my head up and turn to look at him.

“TURN AROUND!” I obey. “That’s right baby girl. You’re gonna get it in the ass.”

I say nothing, what can I say? What DO you say?

“Not yet, though,” he continues, “just trust me…stop clenching…I won’t hurt you.”

I’m not so sure. I haven’t done that in so long. I tried it once, with a boyfriend in high school. I’m in no position to argue, though. He has the paddle nearby and I know he would use it.

He drips more on me. At least he’s generous with the lube.

“Breathe in. Relax.”

I draw in another deep breath. I’m more used to it now, so I can actually relax quite a bit.

“Good girl.” He slips in another finger and workem bem both in and out. He rubs my clit with the other hand. This feels much better. I start moaning and breathing normally instead of gasping and whimpering. He gently continues his in and out rhythm for a few minutes while rubbing my clit and fingering my cunt. As I’m starting to get into it, he stops. He pulls out his fingers and rises to his knees behind me. I can’t really see him, but I think he’s lubing up his big, beautiful cock.

“Remember what I told you, now…okay, breathe in.”

I do as he tells me and I feel him press the large head of his dick and push slowly into my ass. He barely has the head in and I feel like he’s going to tear me in two. I whimper and pull away, like a scared little girl. I curl into the fetal position, knowing I might get spanked for this.

“DAMN IT! What did I tell you?” He’s right above me and he looks ten feet tall. He glares at me. He claws my shoulder.

“I’m sorry…” I turn on my back and put my knees up, and hide my face with my hands. I start to tear up, but not cry.

He sighs and sits next to me. “Get your knees down,” he says sounding exasperated. “It’s okay. You thought I would spank you again?” He grins. I don’t have to say it, he knows. “Yes, you did.”

I slowly pull my knees down and look at him helplessly. He brushes away the hair that is stuck to my face with sweat.

“I tried going in too fast, I’ll slow down, okay. I still need you to relax for me though, okay?”

I nod and start to rise to my knees.

“No, stay there.” He lays next to me and lubes his dick again. “Lay on your side.”

I turn on my side facing the wall. He pushes up my leg towards my chest and tries to enter my “backdoor” again, he’s more successful this time. It doesn’t even really hurt, but I still feel some pressure. I breathe in and out, slowly. He persistently, but gently continues to push his way in. I start to feel more frantic and try to breathe.

“Shhhh…calm down, keep breathing, honey.” He kisses my shoulder. He gets in far enough and pulls out a little to keep going. When he thrusts back in, this time, it’s not as rough. He seems to be struggling though. “You’re so tight, baby girl.” His thrusting becomes easier for me to handle, now. I start to relax again and somewhat enjoy it. I start moaning again, softly.

“Try turning on your back, sweetheart.”

I slowly and carefully turn on my back and put my right leg up on his hip. He’s by my right side. He puts his arm under my neck and I rest my head back on it. He wraps his arm around my shoulder. I close my eyes and he kisses my forehead. I keep moaning softly and breathing deeply. The lube is starting to wear off.

“Hey, Jon…” I start wincing.

“I know. Try getting on your knees again.”

I get up and turn from him on my hands and knees. He drops a large amount of it on me and rubs it in. He goes in with his finger and then pushes his cock against it and slides on in. This position makes taking him in a little harder, but it’s not as bad this time. I think I must be resisting some, though because he gently tells me it’s okay. I let out a deep sigh and let him in. He starts to get into it more and I close my eyes. I start moaning again as he thrusts into me, more aggressively. It doesn’t hurt, but it’s still awkward. It’s also very exciting and feels strangely good. I reach up to rub my clit.

“Hmmm…you like it now, do you?”

“Mmm.”

“Good…you like it in the ass little girl?”

I moan again.

“Huh?”

“Yes.”

“Mmm…your ass feels so good baby. It’s so fuckin’ tight!”

I start to moan loudly and speak indistinctly.

“What’s that honey? You want it harder?”

“NO!”

“Oh, come on baby,” he teases, “I won’t hurt you.” There’s the evil pervert emerging in him again.

“Please no, not yet.”

“Oh, not yet…hmmm.”

“NO!”

“Oh I think so, little girl.”

“Nooo!! Jonathan!” I scream.

“Heeeey, calm down. You better stop that yelling, you know what will happen. If I have to stop and spank you, I won’t like it and neither will you. Be a good girl for me, now.”

I calm down, hoping he was teasing. I’m doing good to take him at this rate. I start moaning again. Suddenly he slams into me. I can’t scream. His force knocks the breath from me and I struggle to get it back. When I find it, he does it again.

“What honey, you said, ‘not yet’. I thought it would be okay now.”

“Stop! Please.”

“Be careful what you say, little girl.”

“Please…”

“Hmmm…okay.”

I cautiously relax again. He goes back to a pace I’m comfortable with and oddly enough, I feel really good. I rub my clit again and feel an orgasm surface.

“Are you going to cum, honey?”

“Yes!”

“Go ahead, sweetie, cum for me!”

It starts surfacing, I release it. It explodes throughout my body, contracting my muscles the way the good ones always do. Jonathan feels it strongly.

“Ooooh, that’s it! YES!”

As soon as it’s finished, he pulls out, almost hurting me. He grabs my shoulder and whips me around to face him and the next thing I know, his huge, hard, gorgeous cock gushes hot cum all over my face. He collapses on the bed and pants heavily, his soft, hairy chest rising and falling rapidly. He catches his breath and looks up at me. He points and laughs.

“Ha ha! I came on you!”

“Shut up! How old are you? Shit!” I smile and roll my eyes. Men never really grow up, I think to myself. I go to wash my face. I come back in to find him under my covers, almost asleep. He looks so sweet. I pull on a pair of running pants and sit on the bed next to him. I play with his dreads and touch his face. He looks up at me.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

“Are you okay?”

“Of course.”

I go to blow out all the candles. I get under the covers next to him and curl up on him. He kisses my forehead and we fall asleep.

The next morning, I wake up first. I crawl over him and get up. I go into the bathroom to brush my teeth and then go into my room to see him up and getting dressed.

“You have to go don’t you?”

“Who said that?”

“Come on Jonathan, who are we kidding. I thought I wouldn’t see you again and now you’re here...and…”

“You think you won’t see me again?”

“Well…”

“Listen, you’re not just a fuck to me, if that’s what you think.”

“Fooled me.”

“I’m sorry…I came to you first because I liked your artwork. I like who you are. I felt like I knew you.”

I start to cry. “I felt the same way when I first heard your music.”

“You and me have a lot in common, I know it. What was the first song you heard?”

“ADIDAS.”

He laughs, hugs me tight and kisses my forehead. “There’s my girl.”
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