Page 76 of Morally Corrupt

They tighten in response, and a moan escapes my lips.

"Tsk, Tsk. We can't have that," he says before bringing over a gag and placing it in my mouth.

"You're much prettier when you're quiet," he whispers in my ear before a sharp sensation assails me in one nipple, then in the other. A cold metal chain brushes against my belly, and I realize he has used nipple clamps.

"Are you wet for me, sweet girl?" His voice is almost hypnotic, and I just nod, feeling my panties soaked. I expect him to check for himself, but he doesn't. Instead, he takes a few steps back and stops.

I wait.

He's clearly using this to his advantage, screwing with both my mind and my senses.

My impatience gets the best of me, and I squirm within the confines of my cuffs.

Then I feel a stinging pain on my ass. A muted sound comes out of my mouth, blocked by the gag.

Theo grasps my fishnets from behind with both hands and tears them in one motion, my panties going quickly after. Cold air meets my bare bottom for the first time, but he doesn't waste any second flaying me over with the crop once more.

The immediate pain makes me yank my chain forward, but the afterburn is deliciously addictive.

I push my ass up into him, signaling my approval, and he hits me again. And again. If I was soaked before, now my pussy's flooding my thighs with my juices.

Suddenly, the spanking stops, and I feel his fingers glide over my abused bottom, slowly massaging the flesh.

One hand sneaks between my cheeks, encountering my wetness and spreading it around.

"You want my cock, sweet girl, don't you? Your pussy is begging me to fill it up," he whispers in my ear, and his words only serve to make me more aroused.

With one last slap on my ass, he moves away from me, his absence immediately a source of frustration.

I want to protest it somehow through my body language, but before I get the chance, Theo lifts me, his hands on my butt, placing my legs on each shoulder, his face inches away from my core.

He blows a few times, the warm air of his breath caressing my slit. With one long lick, he dives in, sucking my clit and making me thrash in his hold. Every touch of his tongue sends me on the brink of the abyss, each time a little bit deeper.

Until I fall.

My throat contracts, trying to make the sounds that describe the myriad of feelings pooling in my pussy. And Theo doesn't stop. He laps and laps until he wrings a second orgasm from me. He stills for a second before biting down on my clit while at the same time yanking on the chain holding my nipple clamps together. The combined pain wrecks my body as it mingles with my last orgasm's aftershocks and makes me climax again.

I'm panting. As much as I can, considering the gag.

Theo slowly puts me down and then proceeds to remove the blindfold and the gag, before finally opening up my wrist cuffs.

I am so spent, I melt to the floor, but Theo has other plans.

One hand is suddenly at my throat, and he lifts me up until I'm lined up with the wall. His other hand comes up to my face, tracing the sweat dripping down my face before offering his fingers for me to suck.

"Giving up?" he asks, and I shake my head.

"What, I didn't hear?" The hand at my throat tightens, restricting my airflow just enough to make my voice sound hoarse as I answer.

"No, sir."

"Good girl." He gives me a half smile before his face changes again.

"Hands and knees. Now."

I immediately comply, stumbling on my hands and knees. Theo comes behind me, and I feel his hands kneading my ass cheeks.

He guides the head of his cock and lines it against my entrance but doesn't push in. He glides it against my juices and my battered clit, and it elicits a loud moan from me, half pleasure, half pain.

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