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It's my sixth Friday as Camden's little toy—the last one before Thanksgiving. I'm still trying to negotiate the day off next week. He isn't amenable. So far, every agreement has ended with his cock inside my mouth, so I couldn't say another word.
With Camden, I'm never quite sure about whether I'll be allowed to come without having to beg for it, so I try not to get my hopes up as I feel my insides tighten, so very close. And indeed, he removes his cock.
"Sonofabitch!"
"You love me, really," he chuckles, and my stomach drops.
I don't love him. I'm not that dumb. I love what his body does to mine. I love when he makes his friends watch and touch me. I certainly love when he's sweet and considerate—which is typically any other day of the week. But him? He's too dangerous for my wellbeing as it is. The last thing I need is to give him that kind of power over me.
"Brace yourself," he warns, seconds before something attaches to my clit.
I scream, pain and pleasure mingling. Looking down, I see a metallic thing dangling between my legs. The pressure is relentless, shooting tendrils of arousal to my tiptoes.
I pant hard, wiggling to get some of the pressure off. It's not working.
"You like that?" he checks.
I shake my head. "No! Remove it. Please, remove it!" I can't take it. I'm on edge, ready to blow, and he's not giving me the relief I need.
The thing pinching my clit is making things far worse. It's uncomfortable, painful, and somehowaggravating my arousal without providing any relief.
"I think you do, princess." His hand caresses my stomach, moving to my sensitive breasts. "I think you like it a lot."
My nipples are hard and eager for his touch, but I don't expect him to get another pair of clamps out of his pants and clasp them on.
I scream harder, feeling tears on my cheeks, and liquid heat sliding along my legs, dripping out of me.
"Please!" I scream.
"Tell me what you want, and it's yours."
"You! Please fuck me. Make me come. Camden," I whimper.
He presses the head of his cock lower than I expected, aligning it with my ass rather than my pussy. I don't tense. I knew it was only a matter of time, and if I'm honest, I’ve been looking forward to it. He uses some sort of toy to fuck my ass every Friday. It was only a matter of time before he took it with his cock.
"Look at that ass taking me in so readily," he says, pushing in slowly. "How long have you wanted my cock in here, princess?"
I don't answer, so he slaps my clit over the clamp. That gets a scream, though I can't say it's only pain I feel.
"Weeks," I tell him, giving in. Like always.
I'm empty, hollow, and desperate to be filled, to be fucked harder and harder. He's turned me into this thing I don't recognize. His little whore.
When he's sheathed to the hilt inside me, I moan another plea, because it's not enough. My pussy's tingling, the void demanding attention. He withdraws a few inches and rams back home. I feel the thrust fill me so, so, deep, and I practically see stars.
"My whore of a princess loves a cock in her asshole, doesn't she?"
"Yes. Oh, yes." I repeat the words over and over as he batters into me on the swing, wet, filthy sounds filling the room each time his hips slap mine as he drives in deep.
Most Fridays follow the same pattern. First, he humiliates me. How much depends on what I've done during the week—the worst affront being ignoring him. He doesn’t like that. Then around lunch time, his cousins come back from their morning class, and they get to play, though sometimes, he only allows them to watch. I usually get to nap in the afternoon, but the evenings? The evenings are just about me and him. Sometimes, he's tender. I even get kisses. Other times—well, I get tied to a sex swing and fucked in the ass. I supposed it might have something to do with my wanting to spend next Friday with Willow.
I can't exactly complain, not when he's fast bringing me to the most mind-blowing orgasm yet.
Just when I think I can't possibly endure more pleasure without exploding, Camden removes the clamp, and I lose it. I come all over his floor, going limp in the air. He keeps fucking my ass, grunting and panting like an animal, standing between my legs, but my body's completely depleted, spent. I think I might pass out, but his cock finally engorges and he comes with one last powerful thrust.
When he unhooks the bonds around my legs and feet, I practically fall on top of him. He holds me up, half carrying me to his bed—the piece of furniture I'm least acquainted with in his entire house.
"I still want Friday off," I mumble, before letting sleep take me.
