“You look gorgeous,” he says. “Dripping wet with two red hand prints on your ass.” His fingers find my pussy again, rubbing me from behind over my useless and soaked panties.
“Why do you tease me?” I ask him suddenly, blurting it out.
I can feel his smirk against my neck. “Because I like it,” he says. “Do you like it?”
“I don’t know,” I moan, not sure what to think. I can’t think, not really.
He takes my hair and tips my head back before kissing me. I moan into his kiss as his fingers do their work, rubbing my pussy. I want to grab his hair but I can’t move my wrists. I’m completely bound to the bed still.
He breaks off the kiss and stops rubbing me. He slaps my ass again and the pain tingles up my spine. He begins back on my pussy as the pain and the pleasure mix, hitting each other in my skull, making it dizzy with an indescribable pleasure.
“That’s right,” he whispers. “Pleasure and pain. They’re not so different, you know. A little bit of one makes the other better. A little salt makes sweet stronger. Do you understand now?”
“Yes,” I moan.
“Good.” He stops. “This is your last punishment.”
“What?”
He stands. I stare at his bulging cock, straining against his boxer briefs. He slowly slides them off and I gape at his enormous cock as he slowly strokes it.
“Holy shit,” I blurt out.
He laughs. “That’s what I like to hear.”
“Sorry,” I say quickly, hiding my embarrassment by looking away.
“Don’t be sorry, pet,” he says. “Look at me.”
I look back at his thick cock and bite my lip. I can’t believe he’s so big. I suddenly don’t know how I can even fit that whole thing inside of me.
“You’re going to make me feel good now,” he says. “Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I say. “Whatever you want.”
“No,” he says, and bends over to take my hair again. “Tell me you want it. And don’t lie, or the punishments continue.”
“I want it,” I say, and I know I’m not lying. I want this badly. I want to suck his cock or take him deep inside of me, whatever he wants. I’ve been aching to taste him, to make him feel good. Not just because I was hired to do that, but because it’s him and he deserves it.
“Good girl,” he says, and lets me go.
I open my mouth and take the tip of his cock between my lips. He groans and moves forward, sliding it deeper into my mouth.
I can barely take him, but I try anyway. He’s so thick but I want him, want him inside of my mouth. I pull back and slide forward, sucking him, rolling my tongue along his skin. His groans of pleasure send waves of joy along my spine, and I love the way he tastes. It’s such a strange feeling, loving the way he can so easily control me and take me. I feel both sexy and helpless and totally turned on.
I know I can end this at any time if I say the word, but I don’t want to. He takes my hair and presses me down, and I let his cock go into my throat. I suppress a gag, tears springing into my eyes in reaction, but I just ignore them. I pull back and start to suck him faster, concentrating on the tip. I want to use my hands on his enormous cock, but I can’t.
“Fuck, girl,” he grunts. “Watching you suck my cock, helpless like that, makes me fucking insane.”
I groan with his cock in my mouth. He presses me back down and I take him, wanting him so badly. He starts to fuck my mouth, sliding himself in and out, but not pushing himself too deep. He seems to sense my limit, and he doesn’t cross the line. He tests it, pressing himself deep enough that I almost want to gag, but pulls back just before.
“You’re a perfect fucking pet,” he whispers, cock sliding in and out of my mouth. “Look at you, sexy as fuck with my cock in your mouth. You like being tied up and sucking cock, don’t you?”
I moan, nodding my head, eyes up at him. He pulls out of my mouth then kisses me deeply. It’s the most intimate kiss I’ve ever experienced, and I wish it wouldn’t end. But he pulls back and slides his cock back into my mouth.
He fucks my lips, holding onto my hair, and starts to push my boundary. I want him to, I want to see how far I can take him. He slides himself deeper into my throat and I suppress another gag, ignoring the tears that spring to my eyes. They’re just stupid responses of my body. I want to control them. I press forward, leaning into him, until I have his entire cock in my throat.
“Oh fuck,” he groans, half laughing from the joy and pleasure. “You’re fucking incredible.” He pulls back and I gasp, looking up at him, smiling.