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Riggs reached for the dildo still inside of me, starting to move it in and out of me, making it even more intense than before.

“Oh, fuck!” I cried out, not able to keep still.

And in an instant, he stopped moving the dildo and pulled the vibrator away again.

What a fucking tease.

“No, please…keep going,” I begged.

“What did I tell you?”

“Not to move. Please, make me come,” I breathed, lifting my hips and hoping to get my two toys closer to my pussy.

“Say it again,” he demanded.

“I won’t move. Please, I want you to make me come,” I begged, finally feeling the thickness of the dildo back inside of me and the vibrator on my clit.

I relaxed and made sure not to move again, but I couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore the way he wanted me to.

Shit, he couldn’t have everything he asked for.

Not in this situation.

The tension inside of me rose, sending shivers all over my body and making me tense up again without me wanting to.

I had no control over my body anymore, and the harder and deeper he fucked me with that dildo, the louder my moans got.

“Don’t stop,” I croaked out, letting my head fall back.

“Don’t come,” he demanded, continuing to thrust into me with one of my favorite toys.

He didn’t look too surprised when I pulled out the box, but I knew he was having lots of fun with my toys.

And quite frankly, I was enjoying being played with like this.

“Oh, yes…please,” I begged again, and just as I was on the verge of letting go, he pulled both toys away from me, making my body shudder all over.

“You’re an asshole, oh, God!” I cried, needing to push my legs together to ease the torture I was feeling in that moment.

Riggs only pushed down on my legs harder, making it feel so much worse.

He ignored me calling him an asshole, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to punish me for it.

In one swift move, he turned me onto my stomach and pulled my ass up in the air so I had to kneel while my head stayed on the pillow.

He had tied me in a way he could easily turn me on my back or stomach whenever he felt like it, which was very convenient for him, not so much for me.

I hated losing control, and in this very moment, he took all of mine away.

He pushed my legs apart again, moving between them until I could feel his hardness press against my ass.

“You need to be taught how to talk to an adult. You’re fucking reckless, and you have been ever since this started. But I won’t let it slip. Not this time,” he spat, followed by a harsh laugh.

And from that moment on, the pain took over.

He started spanking me harshly, slapping his large hand against my ass and making it feel as if he was ripping off my skin.

It still felt good, and I tried to turn the pain into pleasure while he continued to spank hard.

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