Page 82 of The Lazarov Bratva

My heart drops.

“Please,” I gasp. “Please, I need you to fuck me. Please, I’ll do anything. I want to feel you inside me, Sir. I want to be full of your cum!”

My cheeks flare as if he’s slapped me again. Who knows who can hear me begging him? It’s embarrassing, and yet I can’t stop myself. I yearn for him, for the praise that comes with his cum inside me.

The next item he pulls from his bag is a long, thin whip. His favorite one, if memory serves, and my pussy clenches. He made me come simply from whipping once, and the sight of the toy sends shivers of anticipation spiraling through me.

My skin is hot and sticky, his crotch is stained with the red of my lipstick, and his sexy smirk makes my mouth water.

“Please,” I beg.

He answers me with a lick of the whip across my tits, and I cry out, arching against the tree.

My limbs are bound, and the only thing holding me up is well-placed rope. I’m completely at his mercy and all I want is his touch. The next lick of the whip across my abdomen is followed up by the vibrator being pressed to my clit. A scream of desire escapes me, and I toss my head back and forth as pleasure surges through me. He presses the vibrator to my clit, and my entire body locks up. I’ve been on the edge of orgasm since I replaced the toy after my shower, and now, hungry for his touch, I’m eager for an orgasm.

Just when I get close, he pulls the toy away and delivers several lashes to my breasts and thighs. The pain pulls me back from the edge. He repeats this over and over until tears are rolling down my cheeks, my body is overheated, and I can no longer beg him coherently. I’m mindless with pleasure, so close to orgasm and yet constantly denied. He plays me like an instrument.

Just when I think it can’t get worse, Kristof finally drops the toys and slams his thick cock inside my pussy where he belongs. The force of the thrust jolts me up the tree a little, and he claims my mouth in a biting kiss. It takes all the strength I have left not to come right there and then.

Yes, yes!

“Good girl,” he pants, lazily fucking into me as he strokes my cheek. “You can’t come until I say so. Maybe I won’t say so.”

“Please,” I gasp. “Just come inside me, Sir. That’s all I want.”

He laughs, a deep, vibrating sound, and for a moment, as he lazily thrusts into my aching core, I think he will.

He doesn’t. When Kristof gets close, he pulls his cock free and strokes himself to completion against my stomach. He paints my skin with his seed, smearing his cum over the hot welts left from his whip, and I am once again denied.

Can someone go crazy from being this strung out?

I barely notice the ropes falling away from the tree until I’m in his arms. He kisses me, gentler this time, then sets about wrapping rope around my breasts. The rope loops down my back, around my arms, and then comes up through my legs to meet back up with the rope around my breasts. When he ties it off, it creates a handle that he grasps, and then, to my shock, he picks me up like I’m nothing more than luggage.

Pleasure and pain spike through me like glass shards when the rope pulls taut over my pussy. The silk presses hard against my aching clit, and my eyes roll back as the contact makes resisting orgasm almost impossible. He carries me back to the house, utterly humiliated that he’s carrying me like an item and I’m covered in his cum and dirt.

Guilt curls subtly in my chest, and my mind races through sluggish thoughts, seeking out a reason as to why he didn’t come inside me. I have no answers.

He sets me down on the dining table, and my head drops over the edge. When I spot his thick cock, I open my mouth on instinct, and this time when he slides deep into my throat, warmth washes over my pussy. His tongue swipes across my clit and teases through my folds so slowly.

Am I hallucinating?

Is he really eating me out, or have I finally gone crazy?

Kristof begins fucking into my mouth once more, and I force myself to focus on breathing. It’s difficult, especially when the intensity of his tongue increases against my pussy.

Not a dream. That’s definitely real.

I’m burning up, my heart constantly pounding in my ears, and I have no strength left to fight his attention. His cock thrusts lazily into my mouth, and my pussy throbs with each attentive swipe of his tongue. His lips seal around my clit and he sucks just once.

I forget to breathe. I forget to think.

I come so hard that my world bleeds white for a moment and every muscle locks up. He continues to work at me with his tongue, and still, my core pulses. As tension seeps from my muscles, I begin shaking like a leaf, and the last thing that crosses my mind before I pass out is relief.

The taste of his cum coats my tongue.

I did good.

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