Page 70 of Devil's Bargain

He drags me over to the bed and throws me down on it. My limbs tangle in the black silk sheets as he unbuckles his belt and pulls it through the loops.

He smacks me across my thighs with it. The sting is so intense that I move onto my front and try to crawl away but I’m not fast enough. The belt lands on my ass.

Thwack!

My cry borders on a scream.

Thwack!

This time it smacks the back of my thighs.

Thwack, thwack!

“Had enough yet?”

The welts burn, but I shake my head. “More!”

He grasps my ankle, pulls me down on the bed and smacks my ass with his palm, once and then twice. He then climbs on my back and fastens the belt around my neck. This is what Scott and Jared did. They’ve been grooming me for this.

This man is much rougher though. He doesn’t stop tightening the belt until I can barely drag in small sips of air. I’m already growing light-headed.

He flips me over and smacks my face again. This time I do come.

My pussy clenches as a powerful wave, a current of shame and humiliation, hits me and drags me under into an abyss of pleasure.

The man pulls his dick out and and slaps it over my mouth before reaching for the remote. He presses a button, and the TV flicks to life at the end of the bed.

We’re on it.

“Look!” he orders, grabbing my jaw, his cock standing large and proud in front of my face. “You get a choice. Your pussy or mouth. What do you want me to fuck first?”

I stare at myself on the screen and open my mouth.

He smirks, slowly sinking his cock past my lips until it hits the back of my throat. The belt pulls taut, and he fucks my mouth until black spots enter my vision.

I come again. How is it possible to orgasm from this? He hasn’t even touched me, but I’m so fucking turned on that I’m no longer in control of my body.

He pulls out and maneuvers me around.

I watch myself on the screen as he plunges his cock inside me from behind. My tits strain in their confines and my head is arched back by the hold he has on the belt.

His other hand is in my hair, tangled in the strands while he pumps his hips so hard that I’m sure he’s pulling out chunks.

Cold metal skims my tits when he lets go of my hair to cover my mouth with his big palm.

My eyes widen with fear.

There’s a knife in his hand.

He nicks my skin with his next thrust. “Scared yet, sweet angel?” He cuts the strap of my bra, and my left boob pops out.

I whimper behind his palm as he drags the knife over to the other strap. He cuts that too, and my tits bob with his next thrust.

“How scared are you, angel?” He brings the knife up to my throat, pumping his hips.

I come for a third time, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

“Yeah, you like that!” he whispers in my ear as I clamp around his big cock. “Where do you want my cum?”

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