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“Please,” she begged after minutes of my torture. “Fuck me, Master. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. I can’t take anymore.”
“It’s been a few minutes,” I whispered in her ear, slowly easing myself into her cunt. “I’ll make you go through this every fucking day, several times if I want to.”
“Please,” she whispered desperately, looking at me over her shoulder.
She looked wild and beautiful, and I impaled her on my cock, pushing as deep as I could get, and forcing her even deeper down on my cock. She really started crying then, and I fucking hated myself for turning something so beautiful between us so nasty and erotic. But I couldn’t fucking help myself. I didn’t know how to make love to her. I knew how to fuck her.
I used her body like a little cocksleeve, fucking her into a pretty little mess until she was whimpering, crying my name out with more fear than I’d ever heard in her voice.
“Master,” she whispered, over and over again through the tears. “Please, Master!”
“It’s okay,” I told her gently, pulling her legs up so I could look at her pussy taking me inside. “Look at that, Harlow, look at how much you want me.”
She looked down and moaned at the sight of her own drooling cunt, and I smirked at her, holding her arms twisted behind her back and making her watch me take her. In seconds the tears were once again replaced by moans, and I slowed down my pace, fucking her slowly and deliberately driving her tight pussy towards an orgasm.
“I’m going to do this to you anytime I want,” I muttered in her ear. “I’m going to take pictures and film you taking my cock and show them to those girls who are so jealous of you. I’m going to frame your fucking pussy over my desk. I’m never going to stop, Harlow. I’m going to use you until your fucking body gives out, and not stop then. I’m going to turn you into a complete fucktoy for your Master.”
She moaned herself into an orgasm, whimpering as her body shook and I grabbed her throat, feeling her still on top of me, gasping for air.
“You’ll never go home again,” I reminded her.
Her cunt clenched on me, milking my cock with all it had. I couldn’t hold back anymore, there was no fucking way. She sucked my cum right out, her pussy working hard to squeeze every last fucking drop out of my throbbing dick. I held on to her throat as she spasmed all over me, and when I was spent, I pulled out of her, reached between her legs with her own hand and swiped the oozing jizz from her cunt.
I lifted her arm to her lips, and she licked the cum like a happy little toy, curling closer to me. I let her.
I held her for much longer than I thought I would. I was uncomfortable with it, and could never cuddle after sex. Harlow was the first woman I did it for, and holding her in my arms felt so damn natural I hated myself every time I pulled away.
I wanted to steal another hour, another moment with my woman, but I knew she had a choice to make.
Once her breathing slowed down and the tears stopped coming, I wiped her down with the blanket and closed her dress over her pussy. It was stained now, but I didn’t give a shit. My heart was pounding in my chest, alerting me of the choice she was about to make. And I could feel her own tension too, her eyes heavy with questions as we looked at one another.
“Are you ready?” I asked her gently, and she stared at me, the depth of her eyes darker than ever.
“Yes,” she whispered, and my heart skipped a fucking beat for her.
Chapter 24
Rose
What do you think your choice will be?” he asked me, and I sat up on the blanket, my legs shaking as I tied my sandals tighter around my legs, avoiding his gaze.
My heart felt like it had been ignited, my pussy slick with his cum. I was satisfied, but already needing so much more from him. But I didn’t dare express what I so badly wanted.
“Harlow,” he reminded me gently, lifting my chin up to look at him.
I couldn’t hide the fact that my chin was trembling, my bottom lip jutting out. He gave me a sad smile and smoothed my hair.
“I’m sorry,” he said gently. “I have to.”
“I know,” I whispered. “But…”
“But what?” he asked.
“But you already took Amber,” I whispered, the tears coming yet again and running down my face freely. “Isn’t that enough? Isn’t it enough that an innocent girl is being punished?”
“Amber wanted this,” he said roughly. “She wanted to be sold.”
“Not like this,” I protested. “Not to a sick fucking man!”
