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I grind against his fingers as he curls them in torturously slowly.
“Please, Sade,” I pant, “please, I beg of you.”
“Hmm, you’re irresistible when you do that.”
He bends his knees just enough to bring his raging cock into position and pushes it inside my pussy. I respond to his move, but he only lets it go in a few inches before he pulls back out. I groan in frustration, reaching back, trying to grab him. But he just chuckles.
“If you want another orgasm, you’re gonna have to give me somethingIwant, little poet.”
“Don’t tell me. You want me to write a poem about your dick.” My frustration seeps through all my pores and my voice.
“Growing sassy, I see. But no, Justine. I want you to impale your ass on it.”
I freeze.
“I thought you said–”
A blade flashes at my throat.
“Put my dick inside your ass.” He pushes it against my crack. “Grab it.”
I reach behind me, grabbing his cock at the root, positioning my asshole at the crest. His dick is thickly coated in my cream and slides in easier than I expected through my pucker. Still, it’s not an inch in before it starts to hurt.
“Easy,” he croons, grabbing an asscheek to give himself more access. Or maybe giving the camera a better angle to film his dick entering my ass.
“You need to practice,” he says, “get yourself ready for next time, because I won’t be gentle.”
“You like making me live in fear, don’t you?”
“I like you to be ready for me to come and stake my claim on you any moment.” His blade trickles down my neck towards my chest, hooking into my top.
“Keep grinding,” he says when I stop moving. I do as told, everything about him oozing authority. He wields the blade so expertly it’s fucking eerie as he cuts my uniform off, exposing my tits to the air. My nipples are hard as hell and my skin pebbled, the sight of them earning me an appreciative groan. Next thing I know, he drops the blade and slams me against the bars, the cold iron biting into my heated breasts.
“I can’t fuck your ass hard tonight,” he pushes through his teeth. I can hear the restraint in it, the effort it costs him. “So we should stop here, before I do something that we’ll both regret. But since you asked so nicely for another orgasm.”
He pulls out, and my whole body clenches, wanting him back. I push back after him, but he grabs me by the waist and turns me around, my back slamming against the bars. He flaps the sides of my uniform back up, just enough to cover my breasts, and goes down to his knees.
I don’t even know what hit me when his lips make contact with my pussy. I gasp, my hands sinking into his hair. He sucks my clit into his mouth, making me clench all over, only to let go again and stare up at me out of his wicked reddish eyes. He grins at me, sticking out his tongue to show me what he’ll fuck me with, long and thick and pointed at the tip like a devil’s.
“Here’s something you can write a poem about.” With that, he runs his tongue through my slit, with lust and enjoyment. I’m not even sure whether it’s his skill or the apparent delight he takes in licking my pussy that sends pleasure zapping through me like electricity. My legs open to give him better access, shaking my head no but knotting my fingers in his hair yes.
That devilish tongue circles my clit, then enters me, fucking me like a veritable dick before he licks and sucks again until the pool of pleasure spills and my head fills with stars. I cry out his name as I grind myself onto his face, smearing my orgasm all over that strong jaw.
Descending from my high, I look down to meet a grinning face, utterly satisfied with what he’s done.
It’ll be a while before my brain is functional again, so I just go with the flow. I run my thumb over his lips. Next thing I know, I’m speaking my mind.
“You look so handsome with my cum all over your face.”
His grin widens, and those reddish eyes finally look satiated. At peace.
“I’m glad you approve, mistress.”
He comes back to his feet, arranging my skirt and my top like a caring lover. I’m shaking all over, tiny convulsions still zapping through me.
“I never even knew a man could offer so much pleasure.” Obviously, I’m still not thinking straight, which is why I can just lean against the gate like a rag doll and watch him turn off the camera before he pockets his phone.
“Plenty more where that came from, princess.” The softness is back in his voice, and his eyes. When he looks at me, they’re filled with something like...affection.
