The feel of his breath on my swollen clit made my knees buckle. My arms and upper body yanked against the restraints, causing them to dig into my skin. I yelped in pain before I straightened my legs. The pain cut through the haze of arousal I was in. Had he said something?His grip on my thigh felt like steel and his breath on my cunt like fire. I trembled. I wanted his cock. His mouth to do me, to finish destroying me. I groaned in frustration.”Answer me,” he said softly. His voice was low, caressing, teasing.
“Fuck me, ” I begged. “Give it to me, please.”
His tongue teased around my swollen clit again and I push against his mouth so violently that the chair slide back a little. I’m trembling, sweating, dying for his cock. He’s keeping me on that brink, torturing me for his own amusement. Whenever my clit slides back under its hood, he teases her back out, ignoring my moans and cries for release. Over and over, he teases her out and stops, making me howl in frustration. My stomach muscles are straining against the chair and my legs are immobilized by the spreader.
Then I hear him walk away. My pussy is throbbing, and I’m so ready it hurts. He returns in a few seconds and buries his fingers in my hot pussy, while licking my clit. I gasp in surprise and pleasure, and push my pussy into him chasing that stroke, that butterfly tongue. More, harder deeper, and he, making me crazy, but not letting me come until it pleased him. And it didn’t please him. He stopped every time I started to come, and the last time, I started to come just from the soft wet slide of his fingers back into me — he bit my ass so hard I screamed — and stopped coming.
“Please, Master,” I begged, “Please let me come,”
WHACK on my ass. I yelped in pain (that sting though)
“You don’t speak unless spoken to,” he says. WHACK with his hand. My eyes tear up from the pain. Do it again, I thought to myself.
“Why are you talking, you little slut?” WHACK
‘You don’t talk” WHACK
“You don’t ask” WHACK
“You don’t do anything” WHACK
“but take it.” WHACK
And he shoves his cock into me so hard I scream.
He stops. why doesn’t he…oh my god. I contract around his delicious tool, my pussy has been waiting so long, I start coming immediately and he’s not even pumping me. His cock twitches inside me, and he holds my ass tight and moans softly as I release wave after wave of orgasm, pushing, gushing onto the floor, writhing, around and pushing on his cock. He stays in deep but doesn’t thrust. He hangs onto me with an iron grip while I’m in the throes of bliss, and hard as a rock.
He starts pumping me as the last waves of orgasm are dissipating. Slowly at first, and I feel every ridge and bump of his gorgeous cock stroking me. In…out…in…out mmmmm YES, it feels SO amazing to have his cock finally stroke me I almost weep with joy.
“Is this what you want?” Hitting it hard. Shoving it in deep. My clit. ohgodohgodohgod.
“Yes, yes.” I’m moaning. His cock feels thicker, harder. glorious. Destroy me, I think to myself.
“Like this?” Faster, and faster, until he’s like a machine slamming into me, hurting me, punishing me, claiming me, marking me.
I’m wailing, my legs are straining against him and the restraints, the chair is digging into my stomach, my arms are straining against the ties, but all I want is that cock, and that pain, that pleasure, that punishment. My pussy swallows him like a greedy slut and I feel him groan at my powerful contractions, but he doesn’t stop slamming into me.
I start to come, wailing he grabs my hair and yanks my head up and slams, me like a wild beast. Until we both explode, howling.
Panting. Sweat. Silence.
“This is what you want to leave.”