Page 48 of Sinful Chains

"Why?"

"You don't fuck on a man's sister." He shuddered. "I'm close, San."

"I don't care. Why should I let you?"

His brows crinkled. "Because nothing on this earth feels better than your pussy. Cumming inside you…I can't describe it. Words don't fuckin' exist to describe that shit." He swallowed hard, chains rattling as he tried and failed to touch me once again. "When I'm not fucking you, I'm thinking about fucking you. Shit be making my dick hurt, I swear. I stole your panties. I've watched you sleep. I got a tracker on your car. I'm fuckinggone, San. I ain't beat my meat this much since I was thirteen. I need it. I'm addicted to it."

I stared down at his handsome face and showed him no mercy as I rolled my hips, my body undulating against him.

"I'm still not convinced," I teased, squeezing my walls, making him shudder.

"Please?" he murmured. "I ain't too proud to beg, baby.Pleaselet me cum. You're killing me."

I stilled my body, leaning forward to suck his bottom lip into my mouth. His quiet groan sounded like he was in agony, so I decided to put him out of his misery.

I gave his lip a soft bite, then sat up, teasing my nipples with my fingertips.

"Go ahead."

Once again, one stroke was all it took.

"Ahhhhhh…fuck…" he moaned as his dick pulsed deep inside me.

"Aww, you're so handsome when you cum," I encouraged. "Such a good boy, nutting so hard for me. Does it feel good?"

"Fuck, yes," he gritted as he came down. "Damn, Princess."

I lifted off of him, staring down at his face. "One more round?"

He nodded. "Anything for you, Princess. I belong to you. This dick belongs to you."

"And how do we get him up again?"

He took a deep breath, blew it out slowly, and said, "Step on my balls."

I…hadn't come across this during my informal dom/sub research.

"Step on your—literally?"

He nodded. "Partial weight, and tell me why I deserve it."

I moved to a standing position, staring down at him from an even greater height. "What kind of freak wants their balls crushed?"

His breath hitched.

"You're disgusting, Storm. A fucking pervert."

His breathing intensified, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

"When I hurt you, I want you to know it's what you deserve."

He nodded, biting his lower lip.

"Don't think I don't know how bad you've been, Storm. And what happens to bad boys?"

He opened his mouth, but I spoke first.

"They get punished. Are you ready for your punishment, you dirty little freak?"

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