The problem with you being so far away from me is that I can't punish you properly for the problems that you cause.
You may not understand, but I live it. Texting with you about sex and rope. Seeing your cunt in every woman I see. Smelling your hair all around me. Thinking about tongues running up and down your skin and breathing in your smells. Your hands grabbing my head and pulling me closer to your cunt. My cock growing in my pants. Thinking about your dripping pussy and how I am going to tie you to the table and stuff you full of my swollen cock. Grinning at the people staring at us who are watching me pummel you and hearing us scream. Feeling us breathe. My dick is hard, all the time and without release.
It's time you receive what you're due. My retribution.
I have never been more serious.
You better get ready for me to ravage your body. For me to make you mine and to own every piece of you, to explore every square inch, inside and out, of you, to fill you up and hold you down, and not let you go until I am done with you - until you are completely mine.
Are you regretting what you've done to me...well then I better catch you before you run too far away.
Come here.
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I said come here.
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Come. here.
You're mine and I have something for you. Something that's going to make this easier for both us.
I pull a heavy chain off the ground.
Up against the wall. Push your self into the corner. Feel the cold brick of the wall and the frigid chain. We both know you like the way that feels - don't you?
I can see your nipples harden. I enjoy that...you take a step towards me and I push you back into your corner. I didn't say you could move did I? ... I grab your wrists and throw them over your head and up against the wall. With my other hand I wrap the chain around you, encircling your body. The cool links tighten around your thighs and as I reach your neck I tug hard pulling the chain up into your cunt. The shock pulls you off balance. I step back and let you exhibit yourself.
Having fun so far? Your dripping cunt is telling me something that you don't seem to want to admit.
I move in closer to examine you and you feel the pressure of my fingers through the thin fabric of your dress as I trace the lines I ripped into you last night. You flinch as my nails scrape across your skin. You feel my fingers trace the marks under your dress that tell the world that you belong to me. My breath is hot on the skin of your neck.
You try to touch my skin. I slap your hands away.
Keep your hands to yourself.
I kneel down and breathe in the heat of your delicious pussy.
In my mind I bury my face between your legs and suck the ecstasy out of you. I want to feel you dripping all over my face and riding my mouth the way you furiously ride my cock. I hold down your feet so your legs are spread and your cunt is gaping for me. I move my mouth up and down your legs, slowly moving closer and closer to your swollen clit. You struggle to retain control, but I have your pussy right where I want it - inches away from my mouth. You can feel my breath warm you in the cold air. I dig my teeth into your thigh. You scream.
Suddenly, I jump up. Swing you around with one hand latched onto your breasts the other between your ass cheeks. I straddle your side with my body. I move my face to your ear. You know what I am telling you. The precious seconds of my breath in your ear gives you a momentary respite from the the onslaught that has barely even started. My hand whips back and lands furiously on your ass. You feel the heat of your pain coarse through your body and out of your mouth and you cry out. I kiss your neck and your ears tenderly as I rail on your behind again and again. With my body sweaty I release myself from you and take a step back.
I smile. Your face is flushed. Your ass cheeks are red and glowing. Your body is glistening with sweat. Your nipples firm and sensitive. Your eyes look over your shoulder and long for the bulge that is growing in my pants. I move towards you again and take your face in my hands and looking you in the eyes I bring my lips to yours and my tongue rushes into your mouth. After moments our lips part. You are ready.
As you reach for my lips a second time a fury fills me and I grab you by the hair. Your limp body trails behind me into the kitchen and I throw you on to the table.
Your back hits the stiff wood with a thud and I can hear your breath escape unwillingly from your chest. I rip your legs open and wrap my fingers around your ankles. Your joints twist and your body fights against me as I pin your legs to the table legs. You lean up to hold my face and beg me to stop, but your pleas are lost, muffled by hands that force you away from me.
As you recover from the last onslaught I chain your legs to my table. The table groans as I lash you to the wooden frame. You can feel the cool wood dig into you tender flesh and the links of the chain binding you - wrapping up your legs around your thighs and spreading your cunt open. With a jerk the metal digs into your body. You feel the pain throughout and I marvel as my power pulses through your body.
I circle around and force your head down over the other end of the table and you feel all your blood rush into your mind forcing your perception on to your throbbing cunt. I bind your hands to the opposite table legs. The chain is heaving your limbs apart and your taxed body struggles against the confines. Your back arches trying to escape but the prison of my table is secure and you wither into a limp figure.
I admire my handiwork as I stand over you, before I step forward and my legs straddle your face. I lower myself on to your mouth and I let you taste my balls. Out of the corner of your eyes you see me begin to slowly stroke my shaft. And I begin to stroke faster. And grind my self into you. I tell you to keep smothering my balls with your mouth as I press my thighs against your head.
You feel me reach over you and grab your knees with my hands and feel your skin as I move up your body and rest on your nipples.
