Page 89 of My Karmic Destiny

Evan grins at me and caresses my cheek. “So eager to please. But do you deserve to feel my cock shoved down your throat?”

“Whatever you wish for me to do, I’ll do it, sir.” I would do anything except hurt Tessa, but I don’t have to worry about him asking that of me.

“I know. You’ll be my good slut. Open up.” He unzips his pants and pulls his hardening cock free.

He feeds me his length slowly. I do my best to lick and suck him, watching his face to gauge his pleasure.

I can tell he’s enjoying it when he works himself deeper and deeper. With a firm grip on my hair, he begins to fuck my face.

After several strokes, he stops. “No. I want your ass today,” he says as he pulls free and takes a shaky step back. “On the bed. Face down.”

I crawl up to the center of the bed and lay on my stomach. Evan trails his hand up my leg and then swats my ass.

I suck in a breath, but it doesn’t really hurt. Not yet. He’s already had me go through his checklist. I’ve agreed to being tied down and spanked. Flogged. Anal vibrating plugs. Gags. The only thing I didn’t want to try was knife/blood play, and he admitted it wasn’t something that got him going. Although heenjoys making his partners surrender to the pain and pleasure. Handing over their body for him to choose what will take us out of our heads and fly.

With care, Evan binds my wrists to the headboard with silk ties. Then he spreads my legs and does the same with my ankles. I’m spread eagle and already vulnerable. Then he covers my eyes with a velvet blindfold.

My dick throbs with both the need to release and in anticipation of Evan's plans for me.

I grind my cock into the bedding.

He smacks my ass. “Bad boy. I didn’t say you could do that yet.”

Cold lube dribbles down my ass crack. He begins prodding with his finger, then two, then three. I’m moaning into the bedding as he stretches me.

“I’ll be placing one of my vibrating plugs in your ass to get you ready to take me.” I feel the foreign object against my puckered hole. As he slides it deeper, he praises me. “Such a good boy. That’s it. I know it’s big, but you can do it.”

Fuck, the pressure is unreal, bordering on too much. Then it slides in and begins to vibrate. I jerk with the overwhelming sensation. I grind my cock into the mattress below me again.

“I said none of that, my pet,” Evan warns with another tap on my ass.

Soft leather tassels glide down my back and thighs, up between my legs, until he drags the flogger over the back of my balls.

Then the flogger is gone, but comes down hard on my ass. I screech and clench my ass around the vibrating invasion.

Another hit on my other cheek. I grit my teeth and endure the need to run. I realize I’m processing the fear of my parents’ abuse as I do this. Releasing the negative emotions, replacing it with the love I have for this man.

“How are you doing, my pet?” he asks, soothing the sting with his palm.

“Okay,” I breathe out. “Keep going.”

He chuckles. “Giving orders now, are we?”

“No, sir. Whatever you wish to do with me.”

“I think we need to get this ass nice and red for when I fuck it.”

“Yes, sir.”

He proceeds to lay a pattern of smacks down my thighs and over my ass. I’m crying and whimpering, but not using my safe words. I can feel the care he takes with this, just enough pain to make me feel it, but not so much I can’t handle it.

Somewhere along the way, the pain turns to something else. I’m losing myself. All my messy thoughts fly out of my head. I’m freed to just feel.

His hand slides under me, taking hold of my painfully engorged cock.

“Fuck,” I murmur. The relief of the spanking stopping, the butt plug vibrating against my prostate. And now his hand? It’s all too much. “Please. May I come?”

“Since you asked so nicely, you may,” he coos in my ear, and I turn my head in hopes of a kiss.

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