large
hands, pulling sharply at the tips of my already hardened nipples. I whimpered
as my back arched. Suddenly, an overwhelming sensation seemed to electrocute my
body as something much harder than his fingers clamped down on both of my
nipples. I gasped, lifting my head up for a moment before gravity brought it
back down. I was ravished by a searing pain that jolted through my breasts, but
the pain was overwhelmed by the persistent calling of my burning pussy.
I cried out as he stimulated me endlessly. He
didn’t seem to have any desire to give me release. I wanted to yell at him,
call him names, but all I could spit out was, “Fuck!”
“What’s that?” His voice was crooning in my
ears as he began slapping my pussy with the palm of his hand.
“Please. Finger me, Sir. Put your cock in me.
I can’t take it anymore.”
I felt a shift in the mattress and something
hard and smooth pressing against my breasts, moving across the tips of my
nipples that were still under the mercy of the clamps. He moved his cock down
my belly where most of my blazing desire was building up. He entered me with
just the tip of his cock and pulled out immediately. I cried out, not caring
how pitiful it was to be so powerless before him. He stuck his tip in again,
this time keeping it inside me for a moment, thrusting back and forth only
slightly.
I felt like I was dying as he continued to
tease me. I needed a release badly and he was making sure I suffered every bit
of it. I was angry with him for torturing me but I couldn’t imagine ever
wanting anyone else, only my sweet, devilish Victor. “Please, put it deep
inside me!”
“Did I say you could order me around?” he
growled, but he shoved his cock as deep inside of me as it could go. I once
again screamed out and dug the nails of my clenched hands into my skin. He
gripped my protruding hips as he thrust the entire length of himself into my
body.
The rush of blood that surged towards my head
doubled, and my heart began beating like a loud drum against my ears as I felt
the inside of my body rise up with his every movement. Tears began forming in
my eyes, streaming down my forehead and into my hair as my body rocked with his
force and passion. I was practically sobbing as the fire between my legs
finally erupted and my walls clenched and unclenched around his cock. The
relief of the tension building inside of me was so overwhelming that I felt
like I was going to pass out.
Kisses ravaged my body as he pulled himself
out of me. I felt his large, muscular body lean forward to take the blindfold
away from my face. I laid there panting as the ties around my body loosened and
fell away.
“Easy now,” he said. His hand supported my
lower back as he slowly drew me up into a more comfortable seated position.
I stared at him wordlessly as I continued to
pant like I had just run a race. He took the clamps, which were two metal
fasteners attached together by a long chain, off of my nipples. I continued to
stare at him, stunned.
“I want to give you pleasure now,” I said
once I had caught my breath.
He smiled down at me. “You’ve already given
me that.” He guided my hands down to my pussy where it was covered in evidence
of our arousal. I looked down at the sticky mess on my fingers and brought it
to my mouth to suck on it, hoping it would please him. His smile widened and he
kissed me. “Lay down with me.”
I rested my head comfortably on his pillows,
and looked down at the faint marks left by the bindings on my arms and legs.
Just seeing them there was enough for me to feel turned on again. Victor
enveloped my body with his, and I was still so sensitive from the stimulation
that I felt every inch of his body pressed against my skin. He held me silently
as I closed my eyes.
Despite the nearly perfect moment, my mind
began to wander as we lay in bed. Even in the most peaceful of moments, I had a
hard time pressing the
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