Part Six
"What
is that?"
I slowly
raised myself and lay down on my back again.
He was looking very intense, and very sexy. He kissed me and I eagerly kissed him
back. "Tell me that I own
you." I hesitated. He stroked my clit and I gasped. He rubbed it
lightly, then removed his fingers. I
whined. "Tell me," he
repeated. "Otherwise you get no
relief. I won't allow you to touch
yourself either." This was torture. My pussy burned along with my bottom. "I hate you!" He grabbed my neck and bit it. "Tell me
I own you, you little cunt." He
slipped a finger inside me and found my g-spot.
I moaned. He finger fucked me and
I gushed on to his hand.
"Mmmm." Then again, he
stopped. He lifted my top over my head.
"Damn
you," I whimpered. I went to get
up. "Just forget it."
He brought
me into his arms. I was completely naked
now. He licked my neck from behind and
pinched my nipple in his fingers. He
fingered my pussy roughly, hitting my g-spot again. I threw back my head. He forced one finger into my anus. "You want my cock so badly," he
mocked. "You're so wet and open, my
love. Just admit that I own you. I'm being kind. I'm not even making you call me Master
yet."
"You
can't make me do anything."
"I can
make you do anything. I'm just as sick as you." He forced another finger in my ass. He used his other hand to fuck my cunt. The mixture of pleasure and pain and heat was
overwhelming. I felt dizzy. I couldn't speak when he hit my g-spot like
that. I just grunted and hit my head
against his chest. "Like it when I
finger fuck you?" he whispered throatily.
He wrapped one hand around my face and forced my head back. He kissed me and bit my lip hard enough to
hurt. He licked my lips and they
parted. He probed my mouth with his
tongue. I kissed him back. I twisted so I could kiss him more
easily. He freed his hands so he could
hold my hips.
I straddled him. I unbuttoned his shirt and threw it
aside. His chest was so powerful and
well defined. I licked his left pec like
it were an ice cream cone. "Good
girl," he sighed. He tangled his
hand into my hair and yanked it. I
moaned. He kissed me roughly. "The rules haven't changed. Just admit that I own you. Or do I have to fuck you to get you to do
that?" He looked into my eyes with
lazer intensity. I just gasped. "You'd like it if I fucked you hard,
right?"
He released
my hair and smirked. I was torn. He saw the doubt creeping into my face and
sprang to quell it. He wrapped his hands
around my throat and squeezed. I
swallowed. I could still breathe, but
the pressure was firm. It relaxed
me. He kissed me deeply. He stood up and freed himself. He kept his underwear on but I could see his
erection straining in his silk boxers. He was a sight, all powerful, sculpted
muscle, the height, and that cock.
"You're so big, in general.
And... specifically."
"Do you
like that?" he asked me.
"Yes."
He lay next to me and brought my body against his. His hard on dug into my ass.
"If you
want it, all you have to do is ask nicely, Pet."
"Ok." He kissed my neck slowly, up and down. He bit into me and shivers of pleasure rolled
through my stomach. I was so turned on I
was panting.
"So sweet,"
he cooed. "So soft, and
wet..." He stroked my pussy lips.
He turned my body using his hand on my waist. Even that felt so good. "What do you want?" he asked me
gently.
"I
don't know," I said, averting my eyes.
He smiled at
me and cocked his head. "I think I
might have a little taste..." He sucked on my thigh, right where he had
spanked it before. I moaned. He worked his way up with kisses and licks.
He lightly bit my clit. I cried out and
came instantly. He thrust finger into me and worked my g-spot as my cunt
pulsated. He fingered me roughly and I
groaned. He continued to use his
fingers. He lowered his mouth on me
again and kissed me. "Admit
it," he breathed onto my clit.
"You
own me."
He licked my
clit and took it in his teeth again. He
carefully bit it. I came. He buried his face in my pussy and
licked. It was a long orgasm. I had several rocking peaks. I screamed and threw my head against the
bed. I twitched compulsively. My pussy
locked around his finger. "I'll
make you come again," he told me, his voice low.
"No,"
I squeaked weakly... "I'm so sensitive."
He didn't
listen. He gently licked my pussy and
bit into my thigh, not gently. I gasped
through the pain. "Please,
Sir." He put his thumb against my
clit and bit down again. I screamed in
pain. And I came again. My body rose off the bed as if
possessed. "Dear God," I
moaned.
"Yes?"
he answered wickedly. I lay there
panting hard. He reclaimed his finger
and stroked my side extremely lightly.
It felt tingly.
"You're
going to be ruined for your caning tonight," he told me.
"What?"
"Your
caning. For breaking your toilet and
trying to crack my ribs with it."
"Oh..."
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