I tugged at my bonds and wanted to get away. Wanted the torture to end. Never wanted it to end!
“I’m going to fuck you and fuck you until you can’t stand it anymore. And then I’m going to do it again.”
“Yes,” I cried. It was my dream‐come‐true. Jared was my dream‐come‐true.
As he pumped into me and the dildo fucked my cunt inside and out, I desperately tried to focus on his face. His gorgeous eyes and high cheekbones. The tanned skin of his throat.
“Next week,” he said as sweat beaded on his brow and he never faltered in his steady, hard strokes, “Sir is going...to teach me...how to flog you. And Mistress...will teach you...how to use a riding crop on me.”
I tipped my head back into the soft pillows and wrapped my legs around his ass. “Yes. Oh, God, I want you to flog me!”
“I will, sweetheart. I will. Now...bite me.”
I reared up and clamped onto his shoulder with my teeth.
He shouted and fucked me harder, deeper. The vibrations in my cunt were so hard, I couldn’t hold back another second.
I moved my mouth and bit another spot as the bright lights flared behind my eyes, and I screamed...and screamed...and screamed.
Tonight wasn’t even over, and I couldn’t wait for next week’s lesson.
The End