Silence.I whip her again, and this time there’s a very thin line between her yelp and a moan.Her thighs clench tightly to the bench, shivering with intent.“Now beg me not to stop.”
“Please...”
“Please, what?”
“Don’t stop ...please.”
I drop the belt and pick up a whip, lashing her inner thighs with it.
“Please ...hit me harder,” she moans with a little more intent.“I want you to hit me harder.”
“That’s more like it.”I whip again and again as she begs for more—until I can see her pink pussy glisten with juices that drip all the way to the bench like drops of vanilla down her strawberry-red ass cheeks.My cock becomes restless, pulsing in my jeans.I wriggle out of my jeans and briefs, letting my cock loose.I can see her through the mirror, eyes glued to my cock.I wonder what’s running through her mind.
I shift my gaze back to her pussy.It’s ripe for the taking.I dip one finger in, and the dirty moan that escapes her lips makes my cock twitch.It’s like a leaf dancing to the howl of the wind, unable to stop at will.I dip another finger in, pushing it in and out slowly.She wriggles on the bench, slightly pushing her ass up and down.I can tell that she wants me to go faster, but she’s not in charge.I am.I slowly push my fingers farther down her cunt, while stroking my cock with my free hand.
Gradually, I fuck her harder with my fingers, then slide my thumb in her butthole.Her moans suddenly reach a new pitch.“You little slut,” I groan.“Do you like it?”
“Yes.Please don’t stop.”
“You don’t sound convincing.”
“Please, Master...”she gasps.“Don’t stop...”
“Good girl,” I grunt, finger fucking her faster.She buries her face into the soft leather of the bench, and her legs begin to vibrate awkwardly.
“I’m going to come,” she moans shamelessly.
I slow down my pace.
“Don’t stop, please.I want to come.”
“You sounded more convincing when you asked me to kill you.”
“Please...I want you to make me come.”Her breathing is now as unsteady as her hips and legs.“Please, Master...”
Her pussy clenches, so I slide out my hand.She pushes her ass up, pleading for me not to stop.
“Look at me.”
Silence, broken only by her erratic breathing and her skin sliding against leather.
“Look at me!”She slowly lifts her head, watching me through the mirror as I continue to stroke my cock.I can see the hunger in her eyes—the silent pleas for me to slide into her and fuck her senseless.I bring my fingers to my mouth and lick off her juices.She tastes so damn good, I want to eat her up on the spot.But I don’t, I continue to stroke myself and let her watch.
“Please.Fuck me.”
A small smile forms on my lips.“You still sound more convincing when begging for death.”
I stroke myself faster and faster, then tighten my eyes as I finally come with a grunt, spilling my cum on her ass.I see her lick her lips, as if envious that her ass got all the cum.
“You don’t get to come—not until you convince me that you want it more than you want death.”
