Page 53 of Niko's Printsessa

The cool slick lubricant pours over my tight hole and he rims it with his thumb. He pulls away and I groan. I need him and everything he wants to do to me. “Please!”

He wraps his hand around my throat and twists me to face him, his starving eyes boring into me. “Bad sex slave. You get what I give you and nothing more.”

I bite my lip and nod, “Yes, Master.”

“You will look down unless I give you permission, do you understand?”

His hand releases my throat, and I turn my head down, the act of submitting to him has me dripping wet. This growing ache is almost unbearable.

I pant, “Yes, Master.”

His thumb returns to my hole and it takes everything I have to not push back against him. He slowly slips a finger in and the searing pain makes me flinch.

“Remember your safe word?”

“Yes, Master.” But I know I’ll never speak it. I want this. I want him. I need to be owned, used.

He removes his finger and walks around the room. I keep my eyes focused on the bed and my body buzzes with anticipation.

I feel him lay something on the bed and he shifts my hips to line me up with a dildo that he’s somehow secured to the mattress. He pumps two fingers in me and lubricates the vibrator in my juices.

“Are you soaked for me?’

“Yes, fuck.” My body shivers with anticipation.

“Will you be a good little slave and ride this while I finger fuck your ass?”

My words are breathless, and I feel like I’m running a marathon but I haven’t taken a step. “Jesus Christ.”

He pinches my nipple. “Not Jesus.”

“Sorry, Master.”

“I don’t think you are. I think you enjoy being punished.”

“Yes, Master.” Fuck yes punish me.

He guides me onto the dildo and it’s huge. It isn’t Niko’s glorious cock, but it still feels good. So good.

I ride my new toy but he grabs my hair and twists and tugs, sending pain to the roots.

“Did I tell you to fuck that cock?”

“No, Master.”

“You have a lot to learn, slave. Do you want to ride the dildo that looks so good stretching your pussy?”

“Very much, Master.”

“Say it.”

Courage flows from me, “Can I please ride the dildo, Master? I promise to coat it with my juices and fuck it hard for you. I want to make you happy, Master. Will watching the cock slide in and out of me make you happy, Master?”

“Fuck me.”

He removes his sweatpants and strokes his cock. “Fuck, I’m so hard for you.” Even though I’m submitting myself to him I feel emboldened by the power I have over him. He’s not as controlled as he wants me to believe. His hands shake as he presses my shoulders down, sitting me roughly onto the dildo. A moan falls from my lips.

I continue to stare at the bed, but I don’t need to look to see how worked up he is. His breathing is heavy and he’s violently stroking his cock.

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