Page 34 of Filthy Little Secret

I’m his prisoner. His sex slave.

His erection rubs across my leg as he crawls back down. He reaches over and pulls a condom and a bottle of lube from between the mattress and the box spring.

As he rolls on the condom, he gazes at me with menacing eyes.

“You ready to get fucked?” he asks.

I nod.

He smirks as he applies lube to the condom and then tosses the bottle aside, moving forward on the bed. He lifts my legs and presses the head of his dick against my hole.

He pushes in steadily, rubbing his hand across my abdomen, his thumb pressing into the dips between my muscles.

“Oh, you’re a tight motherfucker, aren’t you?”

“Fuck!” I shout as his cock hits all the right nerves within me, sending waves of excitement racing up and down my body.

“Oh, yeah. Gonna have to open you up.”

He works his way in, and my body invites his familiar cock right on in. As soon as he hits my prostate, I squirm with delight.

As he finds his stride, he fills me. Pounds into me. Drilling my ass like he always has in the past. While he takes me, I notice he has his iPhone set up on the dresser behind him to document me being his cumdumpster.

Seeing that he’s recording excites me even more. I offer an even bigger performance as we fuck. Crying out. Screaming. Shifting with more frenzied movements.

He laughs.

“Oh, trying to get away, you little shit? What good do you think that’ll do?”

He pulls out and flips me onto my stomach.

My wrists twist in the cuffs, pulling together as he mounts me from behind and pushes back within me.

“Fuckin’ A,” I say as he hits those same sweet spots once again. The intensity is just so overpowering. Overwhelming, even.

He punches my ass. Then gives it a good slap.

He does that occasionally, and as much as it annoys me because it’s like he’s punishing a child, something about it turns me on. Just knowing he’s totally in control of me, perhaps.

He grips my hair and pushes my face down into the pillow before me. Then he leans down as he continues fucking me and whispers into my ear. “That’s right…take it up your ass. Take it like the good boy you are. I own you.”

My cock rubs against the cover, and I know I’m making a mess across it with how much I’m pre-coming.

He nips at my earlobe. Gently, but firmly. He plays with it, and it’s driving me crazy. That and how his cock is slamming against my prostate.

He pulls out and turns me on my back again, pulling my left leg up against his body as he pushes inside me again.

My pre-come leaks out and pools onto my stomach.

He cups my balls—already swelling with pressure—and massages them along with the base of my shaft. Like he’s trying to milk me. He pulls my leg out of his way, but holds it while continuing to stimulate my balls and shaft. He leans down and whispers, “How does it feel knowing you come when I make you come? Knowing that I can stop at any point?”

I’m not sure how to answer.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks.

“No, please,” I beg. I’m not pretending. It feels so good, and the idea of him withholding these sensations terrifies me.

“Oh, ’cause you like it. You like how it feels.” He licks my cheek and moves down to my ear. He nibbles at my earlobe, and it’s too much for me.

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