circles around her. Finally, he spoke again, “Take off the ring." She did, placing it in the pocket of her jeans. “Take off the top and jeans." Diana obeyed. When she lifted the red shirt, revealing the red bra with her blooming breasts peaking over the small lace cups, Liam sighed. Next, she shimmied out of the jeans. He continued to circle. “How did you plan on explaining the bruises on your ass?”
Diana swallowed, “I hoped I wouldn’t need to. But if I did, I thought I might say I fell.”
He grabbed her chin and forced eye contact. Their faces were close enough for her to smell the coffee on his breath. “So you planned on lying?”
“Sir, I planned to avoid the uncomfortable situation of discussing our relationship.”
“What is our relationship?”
“I thought it was over.”
“You were mistaken.”
Diana swallowed and feigned strength, “I believe I was, I mean, I am your slut.”
Liam laughed. “Assume the position." Immediately Diana fell to the floor. Her knees spread, breasts out, and hands behind her back. “Bitch, you are a sex slave. You’d better come to terms with it. It is your present and your future." He slowly unbuckled his belt, removed it from his waist, loop by loop, and continued to stare.
“Please, Sir, don’t beat me.” Diana’s voice revealed her true fear.
He laughed again. “Oh, Honey, you are going to be beat. You are going to be fucked. And you are going to hurt." Diana’s head fell, tears splashed her breasts, and sobs made her shoulders quake. “You disobeyed me and it is time to pay. Now take off that slut underwear and prepare for a whipping.”
“But, please, I don’t want to do this… I want Troy.”
Liam grabbed the knot of hair on Diana’s head, yanking it back. “Do you think I give a shit what you want? Do you think your concerns matter?”
She shook her head as much as his grip would allow. “No… Sir… my desires don’t matter."
Not releasing her hair, “And why is that, slut?”
“Because, I am no more than a slave.”
His grin caused her to shiver. “Tell me what you need to do right now.”
Diana could see his bulging jeans. “I need to please you.”
He pulled harder on her blonde knot. “More specific, what does a slut-slave like you need to do?”
“I need to suck your cock.”
“Good, bitch." He patted her head like a dog. “Make it good and I may reduce your punishment. Or not…”
Diana crawled on all fours to Liam’s crotch. She willingly revealed his hardened dick and took it deep, as deep as her throat would allow. He held her head and fucked her mouth with more vigor than necessary. Liam abused her mouth, until his semen flowed down her throat to her stomach.
“Now, I plan to whip your ass and then fuck it. Not for pleasure, you don’t deserve that. You will be fucked for punishment. You purposely disobeyed me, didn’t you?”
Her pride evaporated. The confident woman in the mirror preparing for her fiancé is gone. The naked degraded slut currently present begged for mercy. “I am so sorry, Sir. I don’t know what I was thinking. I didn’t mean it." Tears fell onto his expensive loafers as she pressed her lips to the leather.
“Then beg for it. You know what you need. Beg for the punishment you deserve.”
Diana didn’t want to beg for punishment. She wanted to plead for clemency. Nonetheless, she did as Liam instructed. “Please, Sir, please whip me.”
“Go on.”
“Please fuck my ass. Please help me be a better slave.”
Liam wasn’t overcome with sympathy. He wasn’t suddenly regretful of his plans. No, instead he grew in indignation. “All fours, prepare for the sting of my belt.”
Diana worked to maintain her stance. The whistle of the leather strap and the crack of its contact caused her pussy to spasm, while simultaneously sending pain through her entire body. He struck her back, ass, and thighs. On a few occasions, the pain overtook her, and she fell to her face and elbows.
Diana swallowed, “I hoped I wouldn’t need to. But if I did, I thought I might say I fell.”
He grabbed her chin and forced eye contact. Their faces were close enough for her to smell the coffee on his breath. “So you planned on lying?”
“Sir, I planned to avoid the uncomfortable situation of discussing our relationship.”
“What is our relationship?”
“I thought it was over.”
“You were mistaken.”
Diana swallowed and feigned strength, “I believe I was, I mean, I am your slut.”
Liam laughed. “Assume the position." Immediately Diana fell to the floor. Her knees spread, breasts out, and hands behind her back. “Bitch, you are a sex slave. You’d better come to terms with it. It is your present and your future." He slowly unbuckled his belt, removed it from his waist, loop by loop, and continued to stare.
“Please, Sir, don’t beat me.” Diana’s voice revealed her true fear.
He laughed again. “Oh, Honey, you are going to be beat. You are going to be fucked. And you are going to hurt." Diana’s head fell, tears splashed her breasts, and sobs made her shoulders quake. “You disobeyed me and it is time to pay. Now take off that slut underwear and prepare for a whipping.”
“But, please, I don’t want to do this… I want Troy.”
Liam grabbed the knot of hair on Diana’s head, yanking it back. “Do you think I give a shit what you want? Do you think your concerns matter?”
She shook her head as much as his grip would allow. “No… Sir… my desires don’t matter."
Not releasing her hair, “And why is that, slut?”
“Because, I am no more than a slave.”
His grin caused her to shiver. “Tell me what you need to do right now.”
Diana could see his bulging jeans. “I need to please you.”
He pulled harder on her blonde knot. “More specific, what does a slut-slave like you need to do?”
“I need to suck your cock.”
“Good, bitch." He patted her head like a dog. “Make it good and I may reduce your punishment. Or not…”
Diana crawled on all fours to Liam’s crotch. She willingly revealed his hardened dick and took it deep, as deep as her throat would allow. He held her head and fucked her mouth with more vigor than necessary. Liam abused her mouth, until his semen flowed down her throat to her stomach.
“Now, I plan to whip your ass and then fuck it. Not for pleasure, you don’t deserve that. You will be fucked for punishment. You purposely disobeyed me, didn’t you?”
Her pride evaporated. The confident woman in the mirror preparing for her fiancé is gone. The naked degraded slut currently present begged for mercy. “I am so sorry, Sir. I don’t know what I was thinking. I didn’t mean it." Tears fell onto his expensive loafers as she pressed her lips to the leather.
“Then beg for it. You know what you need. Beg for the punishment you deserve.”
Diana didn’t want to beg for punishment. She wanted to plead for clemency. Nonetheless, she did as Liam instructed. “Please, Sir, please whip me.”
“Go on.”
“Please fuck my ass. Please help me be a better slave.”
Liam wasn’t overcome with sympathy. He wasn’t suddenly regretful of his plans. No, instead he grew in indignation. “All fours, prepare for the sting of my belt.”
Diana worked to maintain her stance. The whistle of the leather strap and the crack of its contact caused her pussy to spasm, while simultaneously sending pain through her entire body. He struck her back, ass, and thighs. On a few occasions, the pain overtook her, and she fell to her face and elbows.
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