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She arches her body, trying to relieve the pressure of her tied arms underneath her. Unzipping my jeans, I pull out my hard cock. “I’m going to fuck your throat, Ash, and then I’m going to come down it.”
I slide my cock into her mouth, having to adjust her more so her head hangs off, giving me a better position of her mouth. She bends her knees up, and they fall open as if I’m going to play with her soaking wet pussy. I don’t. None of this is about her.
Looking up, I see how wet her cunt is in the mirror, and I smile. She always enjoyed being used. I loved showing off how wet I could make her without even touching her. How much she craved me.
I don’t give her time to work up to it. The point is to fuck her throat before the numbing spray wears off. So I wrap my free hand underneath the back of her neck, arching it more, and watch my cock bulge her throat. My balls hit her wet face, and I groan as she takes me whole. “That’s a good girl.” I slap the side of her breast with my free hand. Then I grab the clamps and pull on them. She lifts her hips off the table before slamming them down, making it rattle.
“Like that, sweetheart?” I do it again, pulling on them harder, and her bent knees shift from side to side. Pulling my cock from her mouth, she gasps, and I slide it back in. I watch it move in and out, covered in her drool. Seeing her once painted lips wrapped around my dick has my heart racing.
I’ve imagined this a million times since she left me, and nothing compares to seeing it right now.
ASHTYN
He pullsout of my mouth, and I gasp, finally able to breathe. I’m shaking, eyes burning, and my pussy throbs with need. My mind screams to hate him. My body wants to beg him to get me off.
“Good girl,” he groans, stuffing his wet dick into his jeans and zipping them up.
I’m still on the table. My head hangs off the edge, and I’m crushing my numb arms underneath me. My nipples throb, and my inner thighs are soaked.
Reaching out, he removes the clamps, and a strangled cry comes from my parted lips at the pain. I’ve always liked the rougher side of sex with Saint. After I ran from Carnage, the sex I experienced with other men just wasn’t the same. If a man slapped me, I’d knock his teeth out. But Saint? I want to smile and say hit me harder. Leave your handprint on my face. Let all the other men know I like to be your fuck toy.
He grabs my shoulders and sits me up. I bite my wet lip to keep from whimpering at how sore I am. He already ruined me for other men, and now he’s on a mission to slowly kill me with his dick. I have feeling in my mouth back, and now it’s just sore. My tongue feels swollen.
I bow my head, still trying to calm my racing heart when he steps away, and I close my eyes. My lashes are wet and stuck together from the makeup he had me put on first.
A moan escapes my mouth when I feel his hand in my hair. He gently pulls my head up, and my heavy eyes open to see him now standing between my shaking legs.
“You’ve earned this, sweetheart.” He runs his tatted knuckles down the side of my tear-streaked face while he stares at my collar.
I swallow against the restricting leather and flinch. It feels tighter than it did before, for some reason.
“You’ll get used to it,” he assures me, and then flicks the tip, making the bell ring.
I suck in a deep breath. “Sa-int—”
“Now you won’t be able to hide, Ash.” He interrupts what I was about to say. His thumb runs over my parted lips. “You make such a pretty pet.”
Fresh tears sting my eyes, and I pull on my restrained arms. Is he going to leave me like this? A part of me hopes he does. It means he’ll come back and visit me soon. I hate being in this room all alone with my thoughts.
“All you’re missing is a leash and a gag.” He smiles down at me. “And of course, cum dripping out of your swollen cunt.”
My hard nipples ache at his words. They beg to be touched, and I find myself leaning forward, silently begging for him to put the clamps back on. To pinch them, pull on them, slap them. Something… “Please?” I beg, and I don’t even recognize my own voice it’s so rough from his cock just fucking it.
“What, sweetheart?” he asks, his pretty green eyes on mine, and I hate that I can’t touch him.
“Please, may I get off?” I ask softly.
“You know the rules.”
“Saint….please, I need…”
“A whore gets fucked, Ash. She gets used when she’s needed. Not the other way around.” He steps back from me, and it gives me a clear view of myself in the mirror.
I look awful. Makeup smeared across my face, and black streaks run down the sides as if I was crying black tears. The smeared red lipstick makes me look like the female version of the Joker. My hair is a mess, and my watery eyes fall to the black leather collar.
Saint walks behind me and undoes my wrists. Gripping my hair, he yanks my head back to meet his stare in the mirror. “Touch yourself, and those go back on, understand?”
“I understand,” I whisper, and he lets go of me. Satisfied, he exits my room, closing me inside this hell while I count down the minutes until he visits me again and makes me his good little whore.
