Page 44 of Perverted Fantasies

“I’m not,” I say. “That’s why I came to you. Because I knew you wouldn’t hold back.”

He takes this in with a nod. “All right. As long as we understand each other.”

“Perfectly,” I say.

“Good.” He releases my hair and moves his hand down to my throat and pushes me up against the wall. Squeezing, he cuts off my airflow, taking me right up to the point of passing out before releasing me.

I gasp for breath, my pussy getting wetter by the second.

With his hand still around my throat, holding me up against the wall but no longer depriving me of air, he pinches one of my nipples.

A deep, guttural moan escapes from my throat.

Johnny smiles. Then he pinches my other nipple, harder this time.

I moan more loudly.

“You like that?” he says.

“I fucking love it,” I reply.

He slaps down on my tit.

I yelp and shiver. It feels so fucking good.

“What about that?” he asks.

“Even better,” I reply, my breath ragged. “Do it again.”

He does, smiling all the while.

Smack.

Smack.

Smack.

Trading off, going from one of my tits to the other. Back and forth, back and forth, pausing for only a second in between, just enough for me to recover before slapping down on the other one.

My hand flies down to my pussy and I slip two fingers inside my dripping wet snatch.

For this I earn a slap across the face, hard enough to bring tears to my eyes. Johnny he grabs ahold of my arm and pulls my fingers out of my pussy. He pins my wrist against the wall and holds it there.

“Did I tell you to play with yourself?” he says, his face right in front of mine, mere inches away.

I shake my head from side to side.

He slaps me again. I gasp. It’s more in pleasure than pain but I’m careful to keep my enjoyment off my face. I fucking love being manhandled like this but I can’t let him see that. I know it turns him on to think I’m in distress.

“You’re goddamn right I didn’t,” he says. “Next time you do something like that you’re going to regret it. Understand?”

I nod. My eyes are wide and radiating fear even though I don’t feel the slightest bit of it. I know I’m perfectly safe in his arms, no matter how dangerous things seem to be. We’ve played this little game a number of times before and I’ve never once gotten hurt.

“Good,” he says. “Now turn around.”

Johnny spins me around, his hand now on the back of my neck, still holding me up against the wall. His free hand slides down my back and over my ass cheeks, rubbing and squeezing one, then the other.

He slaps my ass. Once, twice, three times, all on the same cheek, each harder than the last, each smack causing me to whimper and my legs to buckle just a little bit.

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