Page 459 of S is for SEX

KELLI. “Oh God, please, I’m begging you. Don’t change what you’re doing. Please.”

We’d been going at it on my bed for at least an hour. I was exhausted, and about to explode in a terrific orgasm. I have never experimented with beads, and Erik had put anal beads inside me earlier, and they were still in. As anxious as I was to have them pulled out, I wanted this orgasm bad.

His cock slid in slowly, and as he slid out, the wooden paddle hit my ass again - hard.

Whack!

“Ohmyfuckinggod. Jesus.”

“What did I tell you, if you complain?” he asked.

Oh shit. Me and my fucking mouth.

Whack!

My ass, for the last forty-five minutes, felt like it was on fire. I had been hit hard with the paddle no less than twenty times. Maybe thirty. As first it was exciting, but now it just hurt. The after pain or the sting after was a turn on, but at the instant it hits my butt, I hate it.

His cock slowly and methodically slid in and out.

“Who?” he screamed.

“You, sir.”

“Say it like you mean it,” he screamed.

“You sir, you own me!” I screamed back.

As soon as I started to relax, he gripped my hair with his left hand. He pulled a little harder, and I arched my neck to relieve the pain.

As his cock slowly pressed into me, I closed my eyes and tried to find my place.

“Who is in charge of your mouthy little ass?” he screamed, his hips pressed hard against my ass.

“You sir!” I screamed back, “Erik Ead.”

“That’s right, you little slut. My slut. Do you understand me?” he screamed as he pressed his balls against my clit and ground himself against my soaking swollen pussy.

“Yes, oh God, yes sir!” I screamed back.

“My slut,” he screamed.

“Yes. Yes, sir, your slut. Your dirty little slut,” I screamed.

He leaned forward, and pressed his massive chest into my back. His breath in my right ear startled me.

“You mouthy little slut. I want you to tell me. What the fuck can you do to escape me?” he breathed into my ear.

“Nothing. You own me. I’m yours. I can’t escape you.” I whined.

“That’s right. Who’s tight little pussy am I fucking right now?” he asked.

“Yours, it’s your pussy,” I responded.

I felt him shift.

Whack!

“Sir,” say it, he screamed.

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