“Stay still slut” came the command as His hand held her down by the shoulder and the other carried on it’s slow lazy strokes, her breath catching in her throat as her breasts were lifted again and again, His strokes growing a little faster, harder up and down, tugging the nipples again and again. Her body was shifting this way and that, almost chasing the sweet pain in her body, her breath gasping, catching in her throat, her head bending, trying desperately trying to lick or taste His cock.
He stopped the movement of His hand and allowed her to bend to lick at Him. Felt her hot, wet mouth slip over the swollen head and groaned softly as her mouth bent lower to engulf Him. The soft, velvet heat of her mouth taking and tasting Him, sinking low over the length of Him, feeling the back of her throat as it nudged the head of His cock. He reached down to entwine His fingers into her hair and pushed hard. Hearing her choke in shock as the thick length buried itself deep in her mouth and throat.
Forcing and pushing, hearing her start to gag, the whimpering sounds escaping from her mouth as she struggled to breath, the tears springing to her eyes, spilling out over her cheeks and down onto His thighs. Over and over He drove into the heat of her mouth, lust all but overcoming Him, when suddenly He stopped and pulled her head upwards, hearing the sharp intake of breath, forcing its way down into her lungs, watching as her full breasts heaved, her body shaking, tears falling freely.
Her eyes looking up at Him, with the silent plea of “Why?” unspoken yet hanging in the room between them.
He bent His head to kiss the tears softly, licking them up, tasting the salt, kissing her mouth softly as He whispered against her trembling lips, “I told you pain would hit you when you least expected it slut.”
His hand slipped down to the chain and He swung it idly, watching as her eyes widened, her breath held tight in her throat, tugging gently, just enough for the chains to bite, but not hurt. Leaning in close to her, His voice soft yet firm in her ear as He began to knead the full orbs of her breasts, “Turn and kneel for me whore. Show me what is mine to take as I will. Let me see that sweet ass and cunt.”
She turned slowly, her body aching, both with pain and shock and the need to cum, her cunt on fire, soaking, swollen and needy.
She knelt; head and shoulders low on the floor, her hips and ass high in the air, the pale skin of her thighs inviting His touch. Sliding a gentle hand up the length of her long legs, He eased them open to allow the scent of her musk to invade His nostrils once more. The soft swollen folds peeping out at Him, His hand running gently up and down the length of the smooth skin.
Teasing her cunt a little, dipping His finger in and out of her, seeing her body lift, hearing the soft whimpers from her mouth, he smiled to Himself.
Suddenly without warning, His hand landed on the soft inner thigh with a crack that echoed about the room and her body jerked upwards, thigh closing instinctively, her cry of pain in His ears. He pushed her back down to the ground and growled out a warning at her to stay still. His mouth traced the already rising finger marks, licking and soothing them. Tracing the outline slowly, feeling the heat of her skin with His tongue. Lifting a little to lick the soft pouty lips of her cunt, taking the drops of sweet honey that leaked from her.
She bit her lip and stifled the moan that threatened to escape them. Hearing Him move between her thighs, His breath sharp as His cock brushed her cunt. Her hips lifting upwards as her body arched back.
Wanting…oh god…needing to feel that thick length buried inside her. Shifting back, nudging her needy cunt against the smooth head, feeling it grow slick from her cunt honey.
He watched as the swollen head began to take on the familiar shine, her cunt honey giving it a soft sheen in the light of the room.
He pushed into her slowly, savouring the tight, hot sluthole as she inhaled deeply, feeling His length sink into her, feeling the tightness begin to give way under His slow, gradual stroke. Moaning softly as she eased back to meet the first, sweet thrust and His hands took her hips to hold her fast as He finally sank into her up to His balls, feeling the heat of her cunt as they rested against her puffy cunt.
