them.
“I’m going to color your flesh with my belt, my hand, and my teeth.”
Genuine fear slammed into her when he stood. He was semi-hard still, and she gasped out when he took a step closer.
“I’m a sadistic bastard, and I’m going to make you my good little masochistic slut.” He stopped an inch from her and used his foot, which was encased in a worn, leathered, shit-kicking boot, and nudged her legs farther apart.
“Touch your cunt.” He grabbed the base of his shaft, stroking himself lazily while he waited for her to comply.
Placing her hand between her legs, she felt her slippery flesh and started moving her fingers up and down her slit.
“Rub that hard little clit, make yourself nearly come, and then I want you to stop.”
She panted and started rubbing herself harder, faster, and feeling her desire start to move higher. Eloise was already so aroused that as soon as she touched herself she felt on the verge of coming. She watched him remove his belt, feeling her heart rate start to increase.
“Don’t stop touching yourself no matter what I do.”
She squeezed her other hand into a fist beside her, rubbed her clit fast and hard as she felt her climax start to rise, and stared at his cock. He was hard again, long and thick, and so tempting that all she could think about was feeling him moving back and forth inside of her.
Then she saw the flash of his silver belt buckle, felt the sting of it as it touched her flesh, and she cried out. The immense and powerful pain gave way to something warm and pleasurable. He slapped the belt across her other thigh. He did this over and over again, not especially hard, but with enough force that she felt it down to her very bones. He was breathing heavily, as if he couldn’t control himself. Sweat lined his forehead, and then all of a sudden he stopped hitting her with the belt, as if he knew she was about to come.
“Stop touching yourself.”
She rested against the floor, panting and staring at the ceiling, knowing that she wouldn’t survive tonight if he kept this up.
E loise’s thighs had a lovely red tint. The way she sat on the floor restricted his view of her. Steel didn’t want a restricted view.
“Stand up.”
He loved the way she did as he commanded without a second thought. This is what he’d been expecting from Eloise. Slowly, over the past couple of weeks he’d been increasing the pain for her, waiting for her to complain. She hadn’t complained and, in fact, did the exact opposite, begging him to make it just a little harder. If she wanted to hurt, then she’d just met her match because he loved giving it.
“Give me your fingers.”
She held her fingers up to his face. He inhaled the scent of her cunt before licking her cream off each digit. “That taste is what I want every fucking day.” Reaching out, he slipped his fingers inside her core, pumping two digits inside, stroking her dripping heat. She was so wet that her cream coated the inside of her thighs.
“This is what you want, isn’t it, baby? You want to be ordered, controlled, fucked, taken over.” With his other hand, he gripped her hair while still holding onto his belt. He tugged on a fistful of hair, watching her eyes grow wide. Her mouth opened as she released a gasp. Leaning down, he ran his tongue around her lips before sliding inside. He sucked her tongue into his mouth and finger fucked her at the same time.
“Answer me,” he said.
“Yes, it’s what I want. I want you, Steel.”
Spreading his fingers wide, he added a second then third digit inside her pussy. He stroked over her clit. Her pussy tightened around his fingers. She was close to orgasm. Steel just wasn’t going to let her orgasm. She was going to need to earn it.
“Get on the bed,” he said, removing his hands from her pussy and hair.
She did so shakily this time. If she wanted pain then he was going to test her to see how much she could take. Within seconds, she was kneeling on the bed.
“I’m going to color your flesh with my belt, my hand, and my teeth.”
Genuine fear slammed into her when he stood. He was semi-hard still, and she gasped out when he took a step closer.
“I’m a sadistic bastard, and I’m going to make you my good little masochistic slut.” He stopped an inch from her and used his foot, which was encased in a worn, leathered, shit-kicking boot, and nudged her legs farther apart.
“Touch your cunt.” He grabbed the base of his shaft, stroking himself lazily while he waited for her to comply.
Placing her hand between her legs, she felt her slippery flesh and started moving her fingers up and down her slit.
“Rub that hard little clit, make yourself nearly come, and then I want you to stop.”
She panted and started rubbing herself harder, faster, and feeling her desire start to move higher. Eloise was already so aroused that as soon as she touched herself she felt on the verge of coming. She watched him remove his belt, feeling her heart rate start to increase.
“Don’t stop touching yourself no matter what I do.”
She squeezed her other hand into a fist beside her, rubbed her clit fast and hard as she felt her climax start to rise, and stared at his cock. He was hard again, long and thick, and so tempting that all she could think about was feeling him moving back and forth inside of her.
Then she saw the flash of his silver belt buckle, felt the sting of it as it touched her flesh, and she cried out. The immense and powerful pain gave way to something warm and pleasurable. He slapped the belt across her other thigh. He did this over and over again, not especially hard, but with enough force that she felt it down to her very bones. He was breathing heavily, as if he couldn’t control himself. Sweat lined his forehead, and then all of a sudden he stopped hitting her with the belt, as if he knew she was about to come.
“Stop touching yourself.”
She rested against the floor, panting and staring at the ceiling, knowing that she wouldn’t survive tonight if he kept this up.
E loise’s thighs had a lovely red tint. The way she sat on the floor restricted his view of her. Steel didn’t want a restricted view.
“Stand up.”
He loved the way she did as he commanded without a second thought. This is what he’d been expecting from Eloise. Slowly, over the past couple of weeks he’d been increasing the pain for her, waiting for her to complain. She hadn’t complained and, in fact, did the exact opposite, begging him to make it just a little harder. If she wanted to hurt, then she’d just met her match because he loved giving it.
“Give me your fingers.”
She held her fingers up to his face. He inhaled the scent of her cunt before licking her cream off each digit. “That taste is what I want every fucking day.” Reaching out, he slipped his fingers inside her core, pumping two digits inside, stroking her dripping heat. She was so wet that her cream coated the inside of her thighs.
“This is what you want, isn’t it, baby? You want to be ordered, controlled, fucked, taken over.” With his other hand, he gripped her hair while still holding onto his belt. He tugged on a fistful of hair, watching her eyes grow wide. Her mouth opened as she released a gasp. Leaning down, he ran his tongue around her lips before sliding inside. He sucked her tongue into his mouth and finger fucked her at the same time.
“Answer me,” he said.
“Yes, it’s what I want. I want you, Steel.”
Spreading his fingers wide, he added a second then third digit inside her pussy. He stroked over her clit. Her pussy tightened around his fingers. She was close to orgasm. Steel just wasn’t going to let her orgasm. She was going to need to earn it.
“Get on the bed,” he said, removing his hands from her pussy and hair.
She did so shakily this time. If she wanted pain then he was going to test her to see how much she could take. Within seconds, she was kneeling on the bed.
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