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His sweet little princess.

Even if that meant choking on his cock and losing my breath to make him cum.

How had he done that to me?

So quickly?

“Yes, Princess.” He groaned. “Suck Daddy off, just like that.”

I found this strange sort of pleasure in the pain of his cock stabbing my throat and even in the struggle for me to catch my breath as he fucked my mouth.

My eyes welled with tears as I forced myself to take him deeper into my throat, but I didn't let up.

“Yes, Princess. Goddamn it.”

I began to gag, and he simply growled, “That's it. Yes.”

He must have been delirious with pleasure because once again, he struggled against those chains.

Then, I heard a boom and crashing sound, as his right hand broke free from the wall. Those chains still dangled on his wrist and arms, but one hook was now finally out of the wall, leaving cracks, a jagged hole, and dust.

Before I could take his cock out of my mouth and say something, his free hand immediately shot to my head. “Oh no, princess. Stay right there.”

Shock hit me as he knotted those fingers in my hair, holding me in place and forcing me down on his cock even further.

Oh shit.

The gagging intensified.

Tears spilled from my eyes.

My vision blurred.

But despite the discomfort, I held on, wanting to get him off as much as he had gotten me off earlier.

“Fffuckkkk, Princess.” He doubled over as much as he could in his bound state. Every muscle in his body was taut.

His breathing was sharp and ragged.

His free hand fisted in my hair tightened a fraction more, his breathing, already ragged and uneven, became more erratic, and his groans grew louder and more intense. “Look how you suck Daddy off!”

That made my body hum in pleasure.

“I’m going to cum all over that beautiful face and pretty hair.”

A moan left my mouth as I sucked.

“Tonight, you’ll wear my cum like a crown, Princess.”

I widened my eyes, and he pumped his cock harder into my mouth.

“Or should I make you swallow it all up for Daddy?”

I groaned.

And then, without warning, his body went rigid.

A low, guttural moan erupted from him, reverberating through me.