Page 28 of Twisted Empire

Her mascara began to run down her face as she sucked me off, and I let out another grunt of pleasure at the sight. There was nothing hotter than my girl down on her knees, serving me selflessly, refusing to budge even when it was too much for her to take.

I pumped harder into her mouth, using her like the little fuckdoll she was. She began to splutter and choke, and I could tell she was finally reaching her limit, so I pulled out and ordered her onto her hands and knees. When she assumed the position, I reached between her legs, sliding the tips of my fingers up and down her soft pink pussy lips. She was soaked. Her body surged backward as she moaned, trying to pull my fingers inside her desperate wetness.

“Not yet, little whore,” I muttered. I wanted to tease her, torment her.

One of her hands went between her legs, and I slapped it away.

“Don’t you dare touch yourself. You don’t get to come, remember?” I said harshly. “Do it again, and I’ll spank your ass red-raw.”

“Yes, Master. I’m sorry for being so bad. I can’t help it,” she whispered.

I had a feeling she could help it. She just liked riling me up, liked making me want to punish her.

I placed my cock at her entrance and plunged inside her in one hard thrust. She cried out, her head tipping backward, tight little pussy coating me in sweet wetness. I growled in approval. “So fucking wet… you love this, don’t you?”

“Yes. Oh, yes!”

I drove into her harder and deeper, groaning as her tight walls closed in around me. “Tell me how much.”

“So much. All I want is for you to fuck me like this every day,” she said breathlessly. “My… my Master.”

“That’s right. I’m your Master. You’re all fucking mine.”

“Yes,” she gasped. “You own me. My body. My heart.”

I grunted and bottomed out inside her, stretching her wide open as her words echoed in my ears.

Months ago, I thought I owned her, but I was wrong. So fucking wrong. I couldn’t truly own her until she gave herself to me, mind, body and soul. Now she’d done exactly that, and it was finally real. She’d taken her life and put it in my hands, trusting me with every decision, no matter how big or small. It was the most pure form of belonging I could imagine.

She was mine, and I was never going to let her go again.

“I love you, Tatum,” I growled, pulling out of her pussy before slamming back into her, making her cry out for more. “I fucking love you.”

She let out a desperate mewl. “I… I love you too.”

I groaned and started fucking her even harder, owning her from the inside out. That was the first time she’d admitted her feelings to me. I knew they were there, simmering below the surface, but she’d never let the words spill out before.

“You love me? Even when I don’t let you come?” I growled.

“Yes.” Her legs shook as she spoke, and her voice was strained. She was trying her best to stop the impending climax, just like I’d ordered.

“Good girl. Now, I promised you all three holes, didn’t I?” I said, pulling out of her pussy.

She cried out as I smothered her ass with a mixture of her slick juices and my spit, circling her puckered hole until it was just as soaked as her pussy. I pushed in one finger, and her cries grew in pitch.

“Tell me you love it,” I commanded.

“I love it!” she whimpered. “I feel so… so full.”

I replaced my finger with my cock, and she started whimpering like crazy, her legs almost buckling. I let her fall forward, loving the sight before me. Head down, ass up. The perfect view as I fucked her asshole.

“So fucking tight,” I grunted. “Oh, fuck, I’m gonna come.”

I pulled out of her ass and made her turn around. She looked up at me, obediently sticking her tongue all the way out without me even having to ask, and I groaned as I painted her pretty, makeup-smeared face with hot white ropes of cum.

When I’d finished, I helped wipe her face clean with some tissues, and then I pulled her down to the mattress with me, wrapping my arms around her in a tight embrace. She clung to me, body taut with frustration. I stroked her head. “I’ll make you come soon,” I muttered. “But not yet. You know why.”

“Yes,” she said, licking her bottom lip. “I really am sorry. I wasn’t thinking straight earlier. I honestly thought it would be fine to go out, but it was dangerous. Stupid.”

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