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‘What do you need, little bitch?’ His eyes are intense, staring deep into mine, imploring me to say things he knows make me uncomfortable. I am intricately bound, thigh to calf, and then spread open and harnessed to the top of the bed, my wrists tethered there also: the frog tie, as he’s explained it to me. He’s kneeling by my ass, my legs forcibly open to him. He’s hovering above me and the heat of his hands are pushing through my thighs to the mattress beneath.
He shifts imperceptibly and I sense his cock, just looming over my wet and wanting cunt. ‘Tell me, little bitch.’
I find my voice and am barely audible, ‘I need you to fuck me, Master.’ I flush and he chuckles though I know he wants me as bad as I need him.
‘Fuck you where, slut?’ But before I can answer he rests back on his heels and gives the plug in my ass a firm push.
I groan.
The plug has filled me, forcing me wider than he’s ever demanded before. It’s deeper as well, and is compelling me to focus singularly on its pressure.
My thighs haven’t moved despite his hands having released the weight of him. The heat of his hands has moved to between my legs where he pushes on the plug more insistently, forcing it bursa escort bayan still deeper, making me want to raise my ass to meet him but I’m locked in place.
As he finds a rhythm, his thumb finds my clit and rests on it heavily. He’s saying that tonight he’ll take my ass while he continues the incessant rhythm. His thumb flicks and a guttural sound escapes past my lips. His eyes are back on me. ‘Maybe a gag, little bitch?’
‘Please, master.’ A response I’ve given hundreds of times but now I truly feel the desperation. The need to be given permission to scream, even if it comes out in muffled, inarticulate pleas.
He releases my clit and at once I regret my decision. I need the pressure if I’m going to cum. He sees what must look like panic in my eyes and shushes me. ‘In good time slut, in good time,’ he teases me.
‘Open,’ is the next command, and he feeds my panties to me and clamps his large hand over my mouth and nose.
I watch him watch me intently. He’s looking for a sign of panic but we’ve done this before and I trust him implicitly. I’m counting in my head: ten … eleven … twelve. I’m not sure what the longest is that he’s restricted my breath, but I know he will bursa evi olan escort stop when he can tell I’m at the brink but I don’t know what that looks like. Seventeen … eighteen …
‘You’re okay, little bitch. Trust me?’
Of course I do. My eyes widen and he smiles. Twenty-seven … twenty-eight. And just as quickly as he’d started, he removes his hand and wipes the tears from my eyes with his thumb.
‘I’m proud of you, little bitch.’ In his hand is black bondage tape, which seals my lips and the gag within.
On the way back down to my clit, his fingers find my nipples and give them a cruel, twisting pinch, pulling on them hard forcing my back to arch, before letting them fall free. His thumb rests back on my clit and he begins pushing the plug deeper again and then begins to pull, with the needed force to free it from its deep recesses.
‘It’s too bad you’re gagged slut, it needs to be cleaned’, he says as he holds it up for me to see the lubed plug in his hand. ‘You’d like that, would you, dirty girl?’
I nod and feel my cunt spasm at the thought of it.
He raises his hips up into position and his cock pushes against my anus. bursa otele gelen escort His thumb starts to circle my clit, taunting it, as his body moves forward, then stills. ‘Relax. little bitch. This is mine too.’
I feel the head of his cock push through and he holds still for what seems like hours but then uses his body weight to slowly continue forward. So hard and deliciously slow, he strums my clit and locks eyes with me.
My eyes flutter under his fervour and then close to shut out the embarrassment.
‘Don’t close your eyes, little bitch.’
I desperately want to please him so I strain against the humiliation of my need, feeling his wanton desire, and open my eyes and accept his challenge to absorb the fact that I am his slut and I will do his bidding.
As he continues to push forward he releases my clit and moves his hands back onto my thighs and shifts his weight forward so that he is hovering above me again. His heat and weight are like anchors for my body as he shifts his hips, rocking them, pulling back ever so slightly and then forward. It’s not a big movement, but it feels … monumental.
He rocks back and forth, back and forth and I can feel my orgasm building but it’s not going to be enough. I need his thumb back on my clit but he isn’t going to give me that. This isn’t for me. This is for him, to cement his claim over this last orifice so that I am fully his.
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Thanks to Literotica Community Editor, Rex Brookdale, for feedback and guidance.
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