Page 50 of Trapping His Darling

“I did indeed.”

“What are you going to do with me?”

I grabbed her and pulled her towards me before lowering my lips to her ear. “I’m going to fuck the rebellion out of you.”

I swept her into my arms, a haze of red mist forming over my eyes. I threw her onto the bed then crawled on top of her.

“Not a word. Not a peep. No pulling away,” I growled, my patience at an end. “Nothing that shows protest of my use of you. Understand?”

Tiffany gulped. “Yes.”

I gripped her throat. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

I pulled back, got on my feet, flipped her over, and spanked her pert ass three times. I trailed a finger down her spine, relishing in her shiver of delight.

Oh, she wanted me.

I drew my hand back and smacked her ass hard. She jumped from the sudden onslaught of pain, but didn’t make a sound.Good girl.I didn’t let up until her dark skin had turned a dark red in the gleam of the closet light. Perspiration rolled down my neck from my exertion.

When my palm was hot, I stopped.

“Never run from me again,” I reminded her. “And know that I will not tolerate you injuring yourself. I don’t care how much of a masochist you are.”

I rolled her onto her back and pulled her to the end of the mattress so that her head hung over the end. I opened her robe, then unbuckled my pants and withdrew my erection. I grabbed my engorged cock and lightly ran it over her chin, her cheeks, and across her nose. Slowly, back and forth, over and over, I enjoyed her silky-smooth skin.

Then I leisurely dragged the tip of my dick to her soft lips, and smeared my pre-cum against them. Her lips slightly parted, as if giving me permission to go further. Not that I needed it.

A groan escaped my throat as I pushed the cockhead past her plump lips, and into her fuckable mouth. I began pumping my hips. I loved watching her heavy breasts bounce while I used her like a gloryhole.

I kept up my brutal pace, only pulling all the way out occasionally to let her catch her breath. I punished her breasts as well, tugging and pinching the nipples hard, and smacking her tits whenever I felt her teeth graze my shaft.

When I began spanking her breasts, she behaved.

In apology, her tongue rubbed along my veins, soothing the pain of her nibbles. Heavenly.

“I’m gonna come,milyy. You better swallow every drop,” my hoarse voice demanded. “Or I will bring out the belt and we will do this again.”

Slipping deep into her throat, I watched her struggle to swallow me down.

Even after I had shot the main load, I kept my cock in her mouth until she began suckling on the softening organ like she was drawing on a teat. Because when I said every drop, I fucking meant it.

Once satisfied, I pulled out of her slowly, allowing her to feel every ridge of my shaft as it brushed against her tongue. Cleared of her lips, I took a step back to see her face wet with saliva and cum.

“Thank me,” I ordered.

She looked incredibly dick drunk. Fuck, it was hot. Her glazed eyes, her fists still clutched into the bedspread, her robe spread open, her limp legs spread open; she was a work of art.

“Do I need to repeat myself?”

Blinking hard, she shook her head no.

“Well?” I prompted.

“Thank you, Viktor.”

“For what?”

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