You got off of my stomach and moved down between my legs. You kissed up the insides of my thighs and just when I thought you were going to lick my cunt, you pulled your arm up and slapped it instead. You slapped my cunt and I didn't feel anything but buzzing. I stared at you with a blank look on my face and you didn't say anything. You pulled your arm up again, and this time, expecting it, I shut my eyes, but you didn't slap my cunt this time. You slapped my thighs. Ow. I felt that more. I yelped and you dove between my legs again and licked me. You licked my cunt and stuck a finger inside. You started fucking me while licking my clit. But it didn't feel the same. Everything felt so sensitive after the slaps that I almost wanted you to stop.
You kept going, inserting another finger. You pulled me in with your fingers and kept licking my clit. I could feel myself building. You knew how to work me all too well. You put another finger inside me and that sent me over the edge. I came and yelled. I don't even know what I yelled, but it was loud. Loud enough for you to shove one of the fingers you were fucking me with into my mouth. I tasted myself. Salty and sweet at the same time. You kept your finger there, and didn't stop licking me. I wanted to push you off but my hands and legs were cuffed. Enough! It didn't feel good anymore! Everything was too sensitive. I needed a break, but you didn't care. You kept going. I started to shake beneath you and buck my hips up. You still didn't stop. You took your finger out of my mouth and shoved it inside my cunt. I screamed and came again. But you still wouldn't let up. You kept this going until I came six times. When you were done, both of us were out of breath and you shoved the three fingers you used into my mouth. You looked me dead in the eye and said "Lick them clean, slut!" I did as I was told.
You got off the bed and wiped your mouth on your hand. You unhooked the cuffs from the chain and then unlatched the cuffs themselves. You freed my hands, then my ankles. You were being so tender. It was heartbreaking. You leaned in to kiss me but stopped an inch short of my lips. I could tell you were forcing it. You didn't want to kiss me. You were done with me.
I got up from the bed feeling limp and dull. I picked up all my clothes from the floor and went into the bathroom to put them on. Suddenly I felt out of place. Naked. Fragile. When I walked out of your bathroom, you had gone into the kitchen and I was in your bedroom alone. It wasn't our bedroom anymore. I took my purse and passed you in the kitchen, looking one last time at the person I loved and hurt so terribly. The person I had broken, and it was completely my fault. A tear rushed down my cheek and I said goodbye. You glanced up at me and then turned away.
I opened the door, and I knew I wouldn't be seeing you ever again.