My wrists ache sweetly in the leather cuffs tonight, Master. You left them snug above my head, chained to the headboard so I can’t touch myself no matter how badly my pussy throbs. The blindfold keeps everything dark and sharp—every creak of the floor, every brush of air across my bare nipples. My legs are spread wide by the spreader bar, ankles locked apart, cunt open and glistening for you.
I hear your zipper. Then the hot, heavy weight of your cock lands across my lips. I open immediately, tongue flat, letting you slide in deep until my throat flutters around the head. You fuck my mouth slowly, deliberately, using me like the toy I am. Saliva runs down my chin onto my tits while you hold my hair and push deeper each time.
When you finally pull out, strings of spit stretch between us. You slap your wet cock against my cheek, then trail it down between my breasts, over my belly, until the fat head nudges my swollen clit. I whimper and lift my hips, desperate. You laugh softly and push two fingers straight into my dripping hole, curling them hard against that spot that makes me shake.
“Beg,” you say.
“Please fuck me, Master. Stretch my cunt. Use me.”
You replace your fingers with your cock in one smooth thrust, burying yourself to the balls. The cuffs rattle as I arch and moan. You pound me relentlessly, the wet slap of skin loud in the room, my juices coating your shaft and dripping down my ass. Every stroke knocks a broken sound out of me.
You lean down, teeth grazing my nipple. “Come when I tell you.”
I’m already trembling on the edge, waiting for your command.
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