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I was shaking like a leaf. Fear and lust roared inside me. He stepped back and began snapping the short whip against my thighs and my upper arms. He moved on to my chest with a focus on hitting my nipples, and then around to my upper back. He didn’t spare my trembling ass cheeks. The worst came when he knelt behind me and carefully lifted one of my feet, causing me to shift my weight and the angle of the dildo. He kissed each toe which tickled and made me laugh through my sobs, and then he whipped the bottom of my foot once. It was like a firecracker going off against my skin, and I howled as he released my foot and went back to targeting my hips for a few more strikes.
“There now,” he said, like he was gentling a horse. He came around to my front again. “Look.” He indicated my cock. “You’re almost ready.”
I moaned. The machine had fucked me into a haze as the whip made my skin burn. I moaned again as he wrapped his arms around me, rubbing his hairy chest and the front of his jeans against myangry skin. He grabbed an ass cheek in each palm and spread me so that the dildo fucked in and out with more friction.
“Mm, you are just so fun to hurt,” he said, rubbing his cock, still sticking up out of his open jeans, against my body. He was dripping too. “Do you think you deserve Sir’s cum?”
I shook my head. I’d never deserve it. He had to know that. But Iwantedit. I wanted it so bad.
“Hungry cum slut,” he murmured like it was an endearment. But then he switched tone. Harder. Meaner.
“He wants it, but doesn’t think he’s good enough for it,” he said as if I wasn’t in the room. It was depersonalizing, like I was a thing for his entertainment.
“Let’s see if the nasty slut will come from this.”
He knelt in front of me, and before I even realized what he planned to do, he grabbed my scrotum in one hand and started whacking my balls with the flats of his other fingers. I struggled. The ball was there in my hand, and I could drop it, but I also felt that sudden—
Hard…
Terrifying…
Beautiful…
Rush.
I was falling and then flying. So high. So scarily high, with no end in sight to how good, bad, and beautiful it felt. I sobbed, cried, begged through the gag for more, more,more, though he couldn’t know what I was saying.
He didn’t stop.
I started to choke from the pain, and he rose to release the gag from my mouth. Then, as I gulped in harsh breaths, he fell back to his knees and, with a wicked grin, started banging on my balls again. I went out of my head, out of my body, and yet felt every single swat.
Flying, flying, high on pain, high on the thrust of the dildo in my ass, I crested into a vibrant explosion, screaming as I came like a pulsing, jetting firework of pleasure. I shot all over Sir’s face and hands, and in his hair as he knelt there slapping my balls. He didn’t stop. He went on and on, even after the orgasm was well over, and I shook, convulsed, gagged, and almost vomited from pain, from pleasure, from both combined.
When I gained lucidity again, Sir was behind me, inside me, fucking into my body instead of the machine. With tears, I welcomed him and praised him, thanking him with sobs still echoing in my chest and throat.
“Thank you, Sir. So good, you’re so good, Sir. So good to me. Please,please,thank you, Sir, thank you. Please, you’re amazing… this is amazing…”
I babbled, and he bit my shoulder again, grunting hard as he shot into me. I loved the sensation of him filling me, especially the hot, slick slide as he pulled out and the cum leaked down my legs. I wasn’t supposed to be allowed that, but with Sir, I could have it. He wanted to give it to me.
I hadn’t earned it.
But he’d given it.
I shook with gratitude and expended lust. Pain from the ball torture still wracked me, even as Sir took me down and carried me to the soft bed. I was limp in his arms. Drained and purified by his work on my body. There wasn’t a dark spot of thought in my head. Only peace, and yes…
Love.
I loved him for giving me this. And for the first time in my life, I loved someone who wasn’t a figment of my imagination.
In the afterglow of a scene that had cleared out all my despair, at least for the moment, I recognized that Sir was someone I couldn’t live without.
Someone I didn’twantto live without.
Chapter Twelve
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Luke
