“Shit!” He hissed once he was fully inside of me.
With one hand, he steadied my head as he fucked me; his strokes were long and powerful. He alternated between kissing and talking to me. With the other hand, he pushed my leg back as far as my anatomy would allow.
I whimpered.
“I love when you whine, pretty. Talk to me. Tell me how good this dick is to you.” He demanded.
“You feel so good.” I cooed. It was pain and pleasure all at once. I loved every second of it.
He choked me harder and sucked my lip into his mouth. His strokes got faster, making me scratch him. I needed anything to grab on to.
My walls contracted around his dick as I neared an orgasm.
“Pretty.” He panted.
“Yes?”
“Are you ready to cum?” He questioned.
“Yes!”
“Ask me. Ask me to make that pretty pussy cum all over my dick.”
I didn’t have an asking bone in my fucking body. I came hard, unable to stop it. I was bad at this,realbad. I gushed around his dick; the sounds of splashing turned him on. I whined as he continued to fuck me. His mouth covered mine, drowning out all the sounds of my undoing as I whimpered into it.
He took my hands and placed them above my head and held them there as he fucked me harder.
“Damn pretty. You’re so fucking dangerous.” He said right before he abruptly pulled out of me and came on my stomach.
He let out loads of cum with a grunt and then let my hands down. He lay on top of me; his forehead pressed against mine for a while. Then he got up and came back with a rag. He spread my legs wide, and not only did he wipe the cum from my stomach, but he wiped my middle as well.
My next punishment was anal sex. Because I hadn’t asked him to cum.
“Pretty, when I speak, I’m not asking. Do you understand?” He asked as he rubbed lubricant over his dick. Then wiped his hands with the towel.
“Yes.” I lied.
“Lie on your stomach.”
He had these satin gloves that he used to touch me, and they felt like electricity against my skin. It did something to me in the wildest way.
He wrecked my asshole. He fucked me like the punishment it was, and I don’t know why or how I managed to cum twice while he did it, but I did.
I felt like I was empty inside, like I had given him everything that I had. Like I couldn’t cum again if I wanted to. My pussy was swollen, my asshole ached, but still. We were in his playroom for what felt like hours.
When we finally finished the session. I lay sprawled on the bed. He slapped my ass hard. I didn’t even have the energy to yelp. I just turned toward him, lazily, one eye open.
“Let’s go to my bedroom.” He offered.
Instead of waiting for me to get to my feet, he carried me down the hallway. I was thankful because what a long hallway it was.
“I forgot my phone,” I said groggily.
“It’s fine, pretty. The playroom will be sanitized, and everything inside of it will be cleaned. Your phone will be brought to you.” He said.
I nodded.
He opened the door to his bedroom, and we crossed the threshold. It was colder in there than in every other room.
