Page 73 of S is for…

Three lines of fire slashed across her lower-ass and upper thighs, one below the other.Diann screamed, taking a lurching step forward because the other position was now too hard to maintain.

Hands gripped her calves, guiding her to spread her legs.For one wild moment Diann hoped he’d strap her pussy, leave her sex bruised and sore for days.

“Fuck speech restrictions,” Master Morton growled.“I want to hear you.”

Diann hadn’t yet fully processed his words when his lips found her pussy.

Shock warred with delight, and then both were bumped aside as white-hot pleasure lanced through her as Master Morton’s tongue found her clit.

“Oh, fuck yes,” Diann cried out, voice high and thin.“Please, please, I’m so close.”

He flicked her clit with his tongue, and she lurched forward, her body bucking in reaction.

“Suck, please.I’ll come if you—Oh my god, yes, yes.”He sucked on her clit, the slippery flesh sliding from between his pursed lips only to be pulled back.

“Pain,” she gasped.“I need?—”

Julen’s hands found her ass.He squeezed.Hard.

Diann screamed, the orgasm ripping through her.It felt like she was coming apart.Like without the stocks she’d explode into pleasure confetti.

Diann felt limp, but electrified.Normally being either post orgasm, post beating, or both, would be enough to have her sinking into a deep calm where everything was calm and even.This continued tingling awareness was new.

She figured out why when Julen jerked open the stocks and helped her stand.

“I need to fuck you.”

It wasn’t her own impatience and need she was feeling, but his.

Julen grabbed her by the thighs and jerked her up.The pain as he gripped the abused skin had fresh sensation arcing through her.Diann wrapped her arms and legs around Julen.

They stumbled and almost fell when they reached the table.He laid her down, Diann’s legs still wrapped around his waist.

Julen was almost reverent as he unzipped the sports bra, freeing her breasts.“No more clothes.You’re to always be naked for me.”

Her pussy clenched and she nodded in frantic agreement.

He cupped and stroked her breasts, the gentle touch at odds with the burning pain he’d given her.She didn’t want gentle and slow, but was trying to calm down enough to enjoy it without the frantic need to shout “faster.”

Julen gripped the front of her throat, his eyes hard and bright.He pulled her up by the neck, using just enough pressure that she felt her heartbeat in her ears.She helped, pushing up onto her elbows, and then her palms.The changing position meant her ass was now making full contact with the table, and she whimpered.

“I need to fuck you,” he said again, forcing her chin up with his thumb.“Please.”The word tore out of him.“I shouldn’t ask you to change your mind in the middle of a scene, but if I don’t fuck you?—”

Diann tapped his cheek with her fingers in a mock slap.“I wouldn’t be changing my mind about fucking you.I need you to fuck me.I want you to be so deep in me, I feel your cock in my throat.”

Julen’s nostrils flared, and he grabbed her hip with his free hand, yanking her forward until she almost fell off the table.The edge of the wood dug into her strap-tender ass, and she lost a few breaths to the pain as he freed his cock.

Julen kept hold of her, neck and waist, as he used his hips to guide his cock into place.The fat head slid down, following the valley of her sex, before notching against her entrance.

He jerked her forward, their lips hovering only inches apart.His breath washed over her face, and she inhaled his air.

He thrust in, his cock tunneling up into her body, forcing her to expand, to take him in when her vaginal muscles were orgasm tight.The penetration triggered another orgasm, and Diann saw stars.

Julen fastened his lips on hers, kissing her hard, fucking her mouth with his tongue as he fucked her pussy with his cock.Pleasure and pain swirled together in a dizzy kaleidoscope behind her closed eyes.Her ass and legs burned from the strap, especially the part of her ass currently getting rocked against the table every time he thrust into her.

His hand slid around the back of her neck, thumb still pressing gently against the side of her throat.It felt like a collar, his collar.

I’ll wear this man’s collar.

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