I moan and suck on my fingers then reach down between my legs. His gloved hand comes down hard on my ass, making me jump.
“I don’t like it when people touch what’s mine. And your pussy is mine, so”—he taps my nose—“don’t touch.”
Then I feel it—not his cock—another vibrating, pulsing dildo. He grinds one dildo on my clit, and I’m gasping and moaning as my ass takes the other one. I’m so full. Both the dildos are inside of me.
“You don’t want to fuck me?” I whimper as I feel like I’m on the edge of coming.
He grabs my hair, pulls me so I’m resting on my knees, and a collar with two chains tightens around my neck. The metal is cold as it drapes down my breasts. Every time I shift, I whimper as the dildos pulse deep inside me, making me crave his cock.
His large hands grab my tits, then something cold pinches them and tightens as he fastened the metal clamps on my hard nipples.
Eyes closed, my mouth open, head tipped back, just the feel of those metal clamps on my nipples is enough to send me crashing over the edge, and I come. I’m ready to comeagain as he tugs on the chain, pulling up my tits, yanking me forward.
He peels up part of the mask, then he’s kissing me, his tongue crowding mine in my mouth. More oil dribbles down my neck to pool between my breasts. Then his huge, thick cock is there between my breasts as he fucks my tits, squeezing them around his dick as I clutch at his wrists.
The pink dildo rubs against my clit as he bounces me up and down. I’m staring up at the black shadow of a face. The chain connecting the clamp on my tits is everything I ever needed when I tried to get myself off at home. I’ll never be able to go back to that. And he barely even fucked me.
“You want my cum?”
“Yeah, daddy, please,” I whine. I’ll say anything to get him to fuck me. Demean myself in all the worst ways. “Please, daddy, give me your cum.”
“You first.”
The head of his cock hits my chin as he thrusts against me. His balls smack against my chest. I concentrate on imagining his cock inside me as he’s fucking my tits. I jerk my hips against the pink dildo, and then I’m coming, whimpering.
It’s not enough. My panting is enough for him, though. He comes all over my face and tits with a grunt.
“Lick it off,” he tells me as my tongue darts out while I’m still looking up at him. I rub my hands in the mess of cum all over my tits, trying not to catch the metal chain because I already want him again.
“Mm, your cum tastes so good.” I lick my hand. “Like Swiss buttercream.”
“Fuck.” His cock twitches hard against the black canvas of his pants. He palms himself as he watches me lick myfingers clean. I swipe my hand in what’s left of the cum on my tits then slowly trail it down to my pussy.
“It’s going to be even better here.”
“I told you.” He slaps my tits. “Don’t touch what’s mine.”
“Then show me it’s yours.”
A condom packet rips. The weight of him flattens me forward.
“Finally.” The pink dildo pulling out almost makes me come right then and there. His cock feels even better—this is what I’ve been needing, a cock fucking me, jackhammering into me.
The dildo in my ass still pulses, and I can’t keep myself from coming on him. He doesn’t slow down, just lets out a harsh breath in my ear. Then he’s rutting into me.
Is it love or obsession? Why can’t it just be sex?
He lifts my hips to fuck deep into me, come in me, come in me. I’m moaning like I have nasty sex with guys I barely know all the time. The zipper of his pants scrapes the back of my ass as he hammers me, then I feel him seize up.
I can’t hold on. My pussy clenches, then I’m coming on his cock while he’s exploding into the condom.
“God,” I curse, crawling forward when he pulls out, then almost come again when he pulls the other dildo out and tosses it aside. I barely register it when he unfastens the ankle cuffs.
Fitz’s blond hair is sweaty and messy when he pulls off the mask. “You’re such a good fuck.” He picks me up, wraps my legs around his waist, and kisses me as he carries me to the round bed in the room.
“So, do you bring a lot of women in here?”
“Of course not.” He idly twists the clamp on my nipple, sending little shocks of pleasure right down to my toes. “Noone likes a sex dungeon. That’s gross. I like to carefully and slowly unbox my new purchases.”
