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She struggled against the leather cuffs. He’d ripped her dress, bound her and spread her, leaving her exposed and vulnerable. Her tiny little pussy glistened from her juices and she prayed he didn’t see it. She prayed he wouldn’t be able to tell how much he aroused her. She shouldn’t feel this way, he was a stranger after all, yet all she wanted was his hands on her. She heard him shift toward her. Her eyes locked on his as he approached her slowly. A man with a purpose, strength, hunger. Her pussy quivered in anticipation.

She heard it before she felt it. The sharp crack in the air before the leather fingers swept across her body, delicious pain spreading through her core. Her scream of ecstasy couldn’t be heard as he cut through it with another swat of the flog on her pussy. The leather licking at her clit, making the pain and pleasure unbearable. Her legs shook, her breasts trembled as he whipped her again and again. Slow, strong flicks of the wrist that were aimed only at her swollen folds, every now and again lapping at her thighs or tender breasts. Her body was his for the taking. After a while of sweet, tantalizing torture. Of her pussy leaking its cream along her crevice and dripping down to the floor, he couldn’t help himself.

He smiled and kneeling before her he circled her clit. She gave out a strangled cry at the exquisite sensation as the rough pad of his thumb sensually gilded against her swollen nub. His stormy gaze locked on hers as he bent down and ran his wet tongue sweetly over her tender mound. He smirked wickedly as he wrapped his lips around her clit and then bit down lightly. She cried out, struggling against the restraints as her body convulsed, cumming for him. Her cream coating his tongue, making her shake and spasm on his mouth.

He moaned hungrily, stroking his cock as he drank from her. She belonged to him now, in every way. And he was going to teach her what that meant. As he slid his cock into her tight little pussy, he began to fuck her into sweet submission. Forcing her to beg for him until she was creaming his cock over and over again. Her pussy a creamy mess by the time he had finished off in her.

What she didn’t know was that it was only the beginning. He untied her, cradled her, soothed her, held for hours. What she didn’t know was that it was going to happen again. When she’d least expect it, he’d abuse her tight little cunt to his heart’s content until he’d trained it to cum by the mere thought of him. She belonged to him in every way and he would take his pleasure with her as much as he pleased not caring if she wanted to stop. If she even said the word, he’d fuck her harder until the word disappeared from her pretty lips and he replaced it with pleas and moans. It was the urge to control her that had him slipping inside of her once again. The sound of her sweet whimpers only enticing him to plunge deeper into her sore cunt. But she fucked him back, eager to be filled, eager to be consumed, by him.

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