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His strength slowly blocks my throat; I can hardly breathe – causing me to open my mouth wider to catch any air I can get. His lips curve into a wicked one-sided smile as he sees my struggle. It's in these moments that I am sometimes scared of him. It is only part of his preference, but I can't shake the idea that he can be cruel to me.
Gabriel turns my head to the side and licks the exposed part of my neck. He doesn't care that I'm struggling to breathe. I raise my hand to push him, but he blocks it with his free hand and leads it to one end of the cross. I try to resist him, but the lack of oxygen weakens me. He slams the back of my hand into a cuff covered with a cushion. He twists something, and it tightens around my wrist.
“I don’t like this, Gabriel,” I declare after he releases my neck.
"You will love this," he insists while taking my other hand. I pull it away, but he holds it tighter and looks at me.
The authority in his eyes hypnotizes me. I weaken my resistance and allow him to cuff my other hand. He smiles and sniffs my neck. He brushes his palm against my breasts before licking my nipples. The hotness of his buds sends shivers down my spine.I can take this.It's almost the same position as the last time. It is even better because I have some support on my back.
Gabriel bends down and pulls something from the foot of the cross. It's a step for elevation. He takes my legs and carefully places my feet on the board before cuffing my ankle. He smiles and wraps my waist around his arms. I shamelessly part my lips in anticipation of his kiss. He doesn't. Instead, he lifts me and aims my other foot at the remaining elevated step. I panic upon realizing he has placed me in the hanging squatting position. Gabriel forces my ankle to the cuff while pushing his shoulder against my middle torso to help me balance my weight.
He smiles and showers my neck with kisses. I panic when he takes a chain of pearls and wraps it around my neck. He hooks the necklace somewhere in the back of the cross. I push my body up to stretch my legs, but the necklace stops me. It can strangle me if I move higher. My stance is limited to a squat.
The warm air in the dungeon blows against my exposed folds, covering them with coldness while drying the wetness overflowing my pussy. I look at my reflection and get shocked at the provocativeness of my position.
"I can't do this," I say, shutting my eyes to avoid looking at any of my reflections.
Gabriel holds my neck again and pushes the back of my head to the gap of the upper cross. He snuggles my neck and demands, “Look at yourself, Sasha.”
The heat from his mouth spreads and tickles me. The sensation centers on my crotch and pushes deep into my pussy. I feel my wetness trickle into my pussy. I panic and look at myself. I see my folds glisten as my shameless excitement shows.
The weight on my bum pulls me lower, stretching my arms and causing sharp pains around my armpit. The pain travels around my chest and causes numbness around my hard nipples. Gabriel notices the change in them and licks each one. My body shudders from the tickle, causing me to slide into a lower squat. My reflection shows my pussy clearly. Gabriel's smirk grows wide as he also stares at it.
“I don’t like this,” I say while closing my eyes again.
Humiliating! I look like a sex slave in some Russian movie, where the hands are up and cuffed to a wooden bench over their head, forcing them into a squat position.
“Open your mind, Sasha,” Gabriel moves behind me and traces my eyes until I open them. He holds my cheeks and forces me to look at my reflection. “You are beautiful. Everything about you is.”
Gabriel let his other hand wander around my naked body while keeping my head on my reflection. I can see my chest move up and down as the warmth of his hands spreads to my entire body.
"Gabriel," I moan when he licks my ears. Another moan follows when his other hand reaches my exposed pussy.
It is easy for him to locate my clit as my legs are spread. My hips shake when he pushes his fingers against it. As an instinct, I take a deep breath and try to direct my pussy to fight it. Of course, it can't push it away. It pulses hard against his finger before sending beautiful sensations around my crotch.
When I shake my hips, he rubs his fingers more against the nub, pushing harder and containing the pressure on it. I shake my hips to shake his hand away, but he rubs his fingers harder, turning me into a stiff, squatting statue shamelessly moaning his name.
"Please," I give in when his rubs push me to the edge of my climax. "Make me cum, Sir."
Gabriel lets go of a victorious laugh. And once again, he reminds me that pleading doesn't work for him. He chooses when to bring me to the climax or whether to give it. He releases my clit and takes his hands away from me. I roll my eyes while clenching my jaw.How frustrating.I swallow my pride and ask him again. He only answers with a snort.
“Gabriel!”
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Gabriel
Sasha is too fun for a sub. I’ll end up punishing her a lot because of her stubbornness. She’s used to getting things her way. Either through her father and – I frown – her super Uncle Vigo. So, when I deprive her, she forgets her role and commits a punishable act. But I have to keep my promise to her. There will be no punishment today but an exhibition. It's often for a show.
It was part of my plan for Sasha before. Her father did the same to my mother. He allowed other men to ravish her in front of others. The show will not have a punishment or whipping. But it will break her spirit. The slave would want to punish herself for the humiliation. I don't want to do it to Sasha now. I will not allow another man to touch her. I will not let her love another man. All of her is mine, whether she gives it or I'll force it from her.
I look in the mirror and see a demon laughing at me. Even I am in disbelief that I could love Sasha like a madman. But I am in love with her. I trust her with my heart and promise to protect her. The only thing that could change that is when she betrays me. Sasha Belov should not be a traitor like her father. For if she is, even if I love her like hell, I will burn her.
"Gabriel? Is something wrong?" I look at Sasha through her reflection and see the worry on her face. My mind must have drifted because of my anger. "Tell me," she tries to free her hand from the cuffs and growls in frustration when she fails. "Damn it. Are you okay? Untie me now."
I smile at Sasha. The worry in her voice continues to prove her love for me. Sasha would never betray me. She loves me more than I love her.
“Are you okay? Is something wrong?” she repeats when I push my face closer to her and hold her face.
