Smack.
"T-two!"
Smack.
"Three."
"You're soaking wet, Catalina. Maybe I need to be rougher with you since you're enjoying your punishment so much," he purred, then spanked me again, harder this time.
I gasped. "Four."
Smack.
"Five," I moaned.
He continued to spank me until I was delirious. He alternated between each cheek, squeezed my ass, caressed the stinging skin, and then spanked me again.
It was always different. Sometimes he caressed me longer, other times, he spanked me twice before soothing the pain away.
I was lost to the pain and pleasure, my mind a jumble of wants and needs. His touch set me on fire, and I was desperate for it, craving more.
He smacked my ass again.
"Fifteen," I moaned, panting, my body trembling.
"I wonder if you could come, just like this, with me barely touching you."
"Yes sir, please," I begged without a moment of hesitation.
He smacked my ass, one cheek after the other, then leaned over me. "Do you think I'd do this for a whore? Hmm?" he purred, slipping his hand to my clit, rubbing it in circles.
His touch was light, a tease, and I tried to move my hips, to grind against his hand, but he tightened the rope, and I whimpered.
"I asked you a question," he growled.
"N-no, sir." I tried again to push back, but couldn't. "Please," I begged again.
"You're so beautiful, especially when you beg." He rubbed my clit, applying the pressure I needed, and my eyes drifted closed.
I was so close, almost there. He pulled my hair, forcing me to arch my back. The rope tightened, and I wanted more. I wanted the bite, the pain. Ineededit.
"I wouldn't do this for a whore, Catalina. If I wasn't so addicted to the way you look when you come, I'd leave you like this." He circled my clit, and I whimpered. "Wet, aching, begging for my touch. But you know what? I think I've discovered something about you, something you don't want anyone to see."
He pinched my clit, grabbed my breast, squeezing it hard, then whispered in my ear, "You like being my bad girl, just as much as you like the praise. I think you want me to treat you like a whore.Mywhore."
I came immediately. I felt like I was floating above the clouds, detached from my mind and heart—a being existing solely in my skin and the sensations he created. My arms gave out, and I collapsed chest first onto the floor.
Marco rammed inside me, his cock stretching me, filling me completely. He was so deep, too deep, and I tried to move my hips away, but the rope tightened around my thighs and breasts.
He spanked my ass and fucked me hard. My knees and breasts rubbed against the carpet, the fibers teasing my nipples.
He thrust into me like a madman, and maybe he was. Maybe we both were insane, because I loved it. I gripped the rug, the only thing I could hang onto while he took me.
That's what this was. He took me,claimedme,controlledme, and it was pure perfection.
He fisted my long hair, yanking my head back. "You like this, don't you?"
"Y-yes! Yes, sir!"
