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I can’t fuck someone else. Not after seeing her.
I can’t fuck her right now.
Christ, I’m going to fucking explode.
Sarah’s little cries get insistent, a crescendo building. Damien’s tongue delicately extracts all the pleasure from her pussy without over stimulating the hyper sensitive skin of her pussy. After the beating she took, that sensation causes her eyes to roll back in her head.
Her screaming isn’t pain, but pure goddamn pleasure in the most delicious sense when she comes. Fuck, Damien licks every drop of her perfect pussy’s cum up and I’m desperate to taste that goddamn princess.
Soon. There’s no way in hell she can be anything but Damien’s and mine. This girl has to belong to us.
I break into a sweat watching this. Christ, how does Damien breathe the same air as Sarah without deciding to inhale her instead?
When she finally comes down from the high of her orgasm, every inch of her porcelain skin is flushed to rose gold. She looks absolutely delicious. Divine. I’m fucking shaking, I want to touch her so bad. Damn.
All this, and Damien hasn’t fucked her. She’s still a virgin. Holy fucking hell, I’m breathing heavy just watching her pant.
Damien finally relents from tormenting her pussy. She’s shivering. He unties her from the table, rubs balm on her wrists and keeps a dispassionate gaze on his face and avoids eye contact the entire time. As Damien is training her to be a good slave, her eyes don’t search out his gaze but are plastered down, to the ground. But I can see it. She’s trying very hard to be good, and she wants even more to be bad. Yet…she doesn’t. Damien acquired this girl from her parents and through no admission of her own desires, yet she’s already so subservient. It isn’t because she likes fire or fight, but because she has so much. Her goal is to please Damien. Such a sweet, good girl Sarah is. Even though she desperately wants a taste at being bad.
Well, that taste is in store. Soon. I’ll pour wicked, sinful, naughty deeds down her throat and I’ll let her look me in the eyes when she swallows them up with a smile. A please, thank you, and maybe a little begging for more.
Damien knows what he’s doing showing me this. He fucking knows that I’m about to spray my load all over his damn floor, through my trousers, seeing her so hot and bothered and not getting to come. Fuck, I need to make whatever goat sacrifice that Damien did in finding the willpower to keep from fucking her. I inhale, exhale, five, four, three, two, goddamn I can’t take watching her like this. I want to demand that Damien let her come again. That he fuck her. That’s the warped part here. I’m so fucking turned on but I want her to come for everything I’ve gotten to see. Tip your servers, or something like that. Just, damn. Sarah is like no one I’ve ever seen before. Sarah deserves to come until she’s numb, get her whole body rubbed down, and then when she’s rested and fed and ready to go, to get fucked senseless all over again.
I want her to blackout from getting fucked so thoroughly. I know my cock cannot only handle that, but feels like it was made to do just that. I’m so fucking hard I keep thinking that it’ll bust out of my pants any second now.
“You’ve been so good, Sarah,” I hear Damien tell her.
What is Damien up to now? There’s a wicked hint in his voice.
“Now, I want you to touch yourself. TD is watching and he’ll want to see you come again, will you do that for me?” Damien asks. The words are sweet and gentle. He knows, despite everything she’s endured, she’s also a nervous virgin. The edge she stays on with Damien has kept her from getting anywhere near truly comfortable, and he’s catering to that. He’s decided not to break her…and that’s good because she’s such a good girl, she doesn’t need to be broken.
“Yes, Sir,” Sarah says, her lower lip trembling.
“Just Damien,” Damien says quickly.
Ahh, he’d started to train her that way. But I know he feels like I do. He needs to hear what his name sounds like in her mouth.
“Y-yes, Damien,” Sarah says, panting.
One of her hands closes over her breasts and she closes her eyes.
Damien walks behind her, and he grabs her other breast, pressing his lips to her neck.
“Touch your pussy, and open your eyes. TD is watching and he wants to see how much you enjoy touching your pussy,” Damien says.
She shivers against him. “How did you know, Damien,” she savors his name and says it like she’s trying to please him with it…but in a way that tells me that it is also pleasing her. “How did you know that I masturbated after I met you?”
