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Ten minutes passed, and he kept going, his cock thick but not on the verge of exploding inside my mouth. He obviously had other plans that night, and coming in my mouth wouldn’t be the finale.
He finally pulled his dick out of my mouth, and the saliva dripped off his length and onto the floor. “Up.”
I moved to my feet, unsure what he wanted next. Egor did a lot of twisted things to me, but I suspected Carter would never take it that far. Perhaps he had a taste for the darker things in life, but not the evil things.
We stepped into the room across the hall, a bedroom with a four-poster bed and walls that were different from the rest of the house. Judging by the thickness, these walls were probably soundproof. I wiped away the spit that dripped down my chin, his taste still on my tongue. The bed in this room was completely black, along with the rest of the furniture. There was an assortment of whips, chains, and cuffs. But there were no knives or fire…to my relief.
“Bend over.” Uttering commands with the least number of words as possible, Carter turned into a dictator with one thing on his mind. He wasn’t the man who comforted me yesterday, who told me I deserved a better life. Now we’d been reduced to a man and a woman, stripped down to our basest purposes.
I didn’t look at him before I moved to the edge of the bed and leaned over it, my torso propped on my elbows while my feet remained on the ground. My ass stuck out, and the curve in my back deepened. The bed was a little high, so I had to move onto my tiptoes to be elevated enough.
Carter came up behind me, pressing his dick right in between my cheeks. His hands started at my shoulders and slowly migrated down, feeling the small muscles of my back as he moved down to my ass.
I closed my eyes as I felt his touch, felt his cock in between my cheeks. Hot and throbbing, it ached for me. Once it felt the moisture I produced for him, he would fuck me even harder in pleasure.
Carter opened the nightstand beside the bed and pulled out a few things. A little bottle of lube and a small butt plug. I’d never used one before, but I recognized what it was. Carter didn’t seem like he was into any of those things, but perhaps I was wrong.
He peeled my thong down to my thighs then squirted the lube over my ass cheeks. His large palm rubbed the liquid into my skin, making me smooth everywhere. Then he pressed two fingers inside me, pushing into my entrance before I had a chance to prepare for it.
I took a deep breath but didn’t wince.
His fingers explored me while his breathing turned deep and heavy. He pulsed inside me, feeling my asshole relax as I got used to his probing fingers. When he removed himself, he inserted the butt plug in his place.
I tensed when I felt it stretch me apart, but I knew I had to relax. His cock was much bigger than that, so I had to prepare for it. If I couldn’t handle this, handling that would be so much more difficult.
He pressed his cock in between my cheeks again as he stood right against me. His palm moved across my cheeks before it stopped on the right side of my ass. Without warning, he struck me, hitting me so hard I jerked forward.
“God…” I gripped the sheets of the bed and breathed through the unexpected pain. I felt the device inside me with the momentum, felt it stretch me even more.
Carter rubbed the mark he’d made before he hit me again.
I jerked forward but remained silent this time, prepared for the blow.
Again, he hit me, striking me as hard as last time. He didn’t start off gentle, hitting me with the full force he could unleash. His palm slapped against my ass and made a loud echo in the room. Skin on skin, the hit stung and made the area throb. I felt the blood rushing to the surface, felt the bruise before it even appeared.
When he hit me again, I felt his cock throb against me. With the sound of his heavy breathing, it was obvious how much he enjoyed this, how much he got off on hurting me.
His arousal turned me on in a twisted way. If hurting me made him feel good, then I enjoyed it in some way. But every strike hurt more than the last, and I couldn’t keep my whimpers at bay. My moans started off as whines and grew into something deeper and louder. Soon, tears spilled down my cheeks, and my voice cracked with my pain. It was better than the painful whips I’d received from Egor, but this still hurt.
