I add a third finger, stretching her brutally, and choke her harder until her eyes flutter.
“You like that, don’t you? You like being told what a pathetic, cum-hungry set of holes you are while I use you in the dirt.”
Her pussy clamps down so hard I almost come dangerously close to losing control right there.
Fuck yes, she likes it. Shemorethan likes it, she’s starving for it.
I ease off just enough for her to drag in a ragged breath.
“Beg like the degraded little toy you are, or I stop and leave you tied here for Talon to find.”
“Please—please, Dredyn, don’t stop... use me... fuck?—”
I rip my belt free. In seconds, her bare wrists are bound tight, looped high over a thick branch. She’s stretched tall, boots skimming the snow as she rises up on her toes, coat hanging open, her thermal shirt riding up to expose her trembling stomach.
I step back, letting the freezing air pebble her nipples.
“Look at you,” I sneer, palming my cock through my jeans so she can watch it strain. “Tied up in the snow like a desperate cum-dump waiting for cock. Anyone could walk out here right now and see what a shameless, dripping mess Mara Black turns into the second I put my hands on her.”
She whimpers, hips rolling helplessly.
I close the distance, fist her hair, and wrench her head back until snowflakes land on her tongue.
“You’re nothing but three warm holes for me to ruin,” I tell her, voice dripping venom and promise. “And you’re going to hang there like a good little fuck-toy and take every degrading second of it, aren’t you?”
“Yes!” she sobs. “Please, yes?—”
I drop to my knees, yank her leggings to her ankles, and bury my face in her cunt. I eat her like I hate her, tongue-fucking her deep and sucking her clit until her legs shake so hard the branch creaks overhead. Every time she nears the edge, though, I pull off, slap her swollen pussy once, twice, then start again.
“You don’t come until I say. Useless whores come when their owner feels like letting them,” I growl against her cunt.
She’s crying now, tears mixing with melted snow on her cheeks, but her hips are chasing my mouth like she’ll die without it.
I stand, spinning her roughly to face the trunk. Her bound arms twist, and she’s forced to arch, pushing her ass out, cheeks scraping raw against the bark.
I collar her throat from behind, kick her boots wider, and line my cock up.
“Tell me what you are,” I snarl.
“Your worthless cum-hole,” she chokes out.
“Louder.”
“Your tied-up, brainless little cum-rag that only exists to be fucked and filled?—”
I slam into her so hard the tree shakes.
Snow rains down as I pound her mercilessly, hand squeezing her throat in rhythm with every thrust until her pulse flutters wildly against my fingers and her cunt starts spasming.
“That’s it. Choke on my hand while I wreck the only thing you’re good for. Milk me like the pathetic breeding toy you were made to be.”
She comes violently, inner walls clamping so tight it chokes my cock. I follow with a guttural roar, flooding her in thick, endless pulses while I keep degrading her through it.
“Take every drop—every fucking drop. You’re going to walk back to that house with my cum leaking down your legs and my belt marks on your wrists so the guys know exactly what a degraded, owned little slut you are.”
Once the last shudder leaves me, I slowly loosen the belt. Her arms drop; I catch her before her knees give out completely. Then I kiss the red rings that the belt left on her wrists, licking the salt and snow off her skin.
She’s trembling, lips swollen, eyes blissed-out and feral.
