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Gazing down at her, she looks perfect. Tears running down her cheeks, her breaths shallow, that fucking gagging noise every few minutes. It all makes me want to fuck her until she cries. Her mouth is wet, warm, tight, and fucking perfect. She moans around my length and pulls my orgasm out, forcing me to shoot cum down her throat.
I pull out of her mouth and rip the bondage tape from her wrists, “On the bed, on your back.”
Walking over to the dresser, I get the next item I need, handcuffs, “Hands up on the headboard.”
I close the metal handcuffs around her wrist, the sound of the metal securing her makes my cock swell, a sad look crosses her face, but I dismiss it.
“Nash,” she whimpers.
“What, Princess?”
Ivy whines, “I want to touch you. I need to.”
A low chuckle rumbles through my chest as I climb on the bed, “You lost that privilege with your behavior. Every action has a consequence, baby girl.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
IVY
“I’d rather be spanked.”
He opens my legs forcefully, “That’s not a consequence if you want it, Princess. That’s a reward. One which you did not earn. Tonight, you get a lesson in orgasm denial. All while you can’t touch me. This is your punishment. You seem confused about who you belong to. Let me remind you, shall I?”
Nash runs his fingers between my pussy lips, “Who owns this pretty little cunt, Ivy?”
I buck my hips, “YOU!”
“Watch yourself, Princess. Hold still or I’ll cuff your fucking ankles right next to your wrists.”
“I’m sorry,” I scream when he licks up my slit.
He chuckles, “You will be.”
When he takes my clit between his lips and sucks, I scream in frustration because I know he’s not going to let me come. Although, I don’t care about that nearly as much as I do about not being allowed to touch him. That’s the worst punishment he could give me. I can endure beatings, even cruel words, no orgasms, but I can’t bear to not touch him.
My orgasm crawls through my body ready to burst, at that exact moment he pulls his lips away from me, “Oh so close, Princess.”
Jerking on the handcuffs, I yell, “Why? Why are you doing this?”
He glares at me, “Why did you send me that text?”
Then he goes back to licking my pussy, building me back up only to deny me again. After five times, the tears roll down my cheeks.
He gets on his knees and pushes my legs back against my chest, and thrusts into me, causing me to whimper from the intrusion, “I’m waiting for a response. Why did you send me that text?”
I shake my head, “Do whatever you want to me. I’m not telling you.”
Nash smirks, “Naughty girl. I plan on doing whatever I want to you.”
Rolling my eyes at him, I lie, “It doesn’t even feel good. I wouldn’t be able to come anyway.”
Climbing over me he places a hand on either side of my head, his lips ghost over mine, “Is that so? You don’t like the way my cock fills you so completely?”
“No, sir,” I whisper.
“Fucking brat.”
Then he presses his lips to mine as if he knows his kiss will make me crumble, and it does. I want to not kiss him back. Still, I can’t stop myself from sliding my tongue around his, when he sucks on my tongue, I nearly lose my mind, whimpering like the horny fool I am. I feel the orgasm building in my core and he pulls out.
