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"Yes," she says.
"Very good," I say.
I slide my hand between her legs. She's soaking wet.
I tie her hands in front of her and then raise them over her head to secure them to a hook on the ceiling.
"You look so fucking sexy like this," I say.
I bring the whip down on her pussy. It’s firm, but not too hard. I don’t want to damage my toy.
She screams again. She has a beautiful pussy. I will enjoy making it mine.
I spank her again. I want to make her pussy red and swollen.
She whimpers.
"You'll have a nice collection of bruises," I say, and I begin to caress her pussy lips.
"Don't you dare come," I tell her.
I whip her pussy again. The last time I hit her here, she came. I don't want her coming until I'm ready. I slide my finger into her wet hole.
She moans.
"Do you want me to fuck you, Krista?" I ask.
"Yes, sir," she says.
She's turned on. She wants me. The thought turns me on.
"You do?" I ask.
"Yes, sir."
I will fuck her pussy. I will fuck her pussy over and over again, but not until I make her beg me for it. I slide a second finger into her.
She moans again.
"Yes," she repeats breathily.
I pound my fingers mercilessly inside her, her body jolting with every strike. Her hips buck wildly as she tries to chase the sensation, but just as she gets close to an orgasm, I deprive her, yanking my fingers out of her and spanking her slit again. She moans, part frustration and part delicious agony, and I like the sound of her moans.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" I ask.
"Yes, sir," she pants.
I love the way her pussy looks, red, swollen, and all mine. I whip it again.
"Please fuck me," she begs.
I will fuck her until she can't stand, until she fears I’m going to split her in half with my cocks. I want to keep doing this until she can't take anymore. I want to own her body.
I grab her ankles, wrapping them around my waist so that she’s suspended in the air by only her wrists, that beautiful pussy exposed to me once again. Krista bucks in an obvious plea for more sensation, and I slap her slit again, hard enough to make my palm sting and make her yelp.
"Yes," she moans.
"I want to hear you beg."
