Page 42 of Siccitas

He first hoists me up with the left side, then the right, and he continues to work each side until I’m suspended in the air in front of him.

“Perfect,” he says with a grin. “Now... let’s lose this.”

He takes my shirt in his hands and rips it open, then yanks my bra down, exposing my breasts.

He leans down and sucks on my left nipple. I groan, But it’s not from pleasure.

He chuckles. “I always did know how to please you.”

“Please,” I whisper. “Please let me go.”

“It’s not going to happen,” he says coldly.

He undoes his belt and yanks it out of his pants. He walks behind me, and I try not to brace myself. It always hurts more when you brace.

The belt smacks loudly against my ass.

It stings so badly it detracts from the rest of my pain.

He then rubs where he hit me. “Daddy can make it better.”

He hits my ass again and then rubs it, before he leans down and kisses it.

“Still so soft,” he says.

He hits me again, and again, and again.

My arms are aching from being strung up. I whimper softly.

“You’re right, we should get to it.”

He steps in front of me and unzips his pants. He starts to stroke his cock before me.

He smiles as it hardens. “Should I do you a favor and finger you until you’re wet? Should I be merciful?”

I squirm and shake my head.

He reaches between my legs, and using his index finger, he massages my clit.

My body betrays me, and I try to clench my legs.

“No, no, you know better.”

He smacks my breast hard.

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