Her free hand travels along my leg seductively.
It takes about 0.1 milliseconds for my dick to get rock hard and press harshly against my pants.
Okay, God. If heaven really does exist, I bet it pales in comparison to what I have before right now. No heaven could ever be better than my pretty flower doing this. No offense, God. And no hard feelings that I really stole her from you. Best thing I’ve ever done.
I take the leash from her hand, lean closer, and yank it, forcing her head only inches from mine.
“I could never say no to you, pretty flower. You’re exactly my type: smart, pretty, and slightly crazy.”
The hungry look in her eyes makes go insane. But I force myself to focus on speaking, even though my cock disagrees.
“I know our problems haven’t disappeared, but let’s just pretend we’re not a disaster waiting to happen.”
I brush my lips against hers, and she parts her lips and sighs.
“So, wanna be my plus-one to the apocalypse?” I ask with a grin.
“Yes, as many tis as needed.”
I don’t kiss her; I just lean back, grinning. I nudge her leash.
“Prove it then, my obedient pretty flower.”
Her hands travel up my thighs, unbuckling my belt. My cock is more than eager to be free from the shackles of my pants. She leans in, her tongue gently licking the tip. Just that gentle touch makes my body light up, muscles tensing, and I squeeze the armrest more tightly.
I stare at her as she wraps her red lips around my shaft. Fuck, she feels so good. Her saliva slowly drips as she sucks on . The sight definitely goes into my imaginary scrapbook. I carve this into my mory forever.
She really is a fast learner at everything. No woman has ever felt this divine. But she has this scary ability to rile up so fucking easily.
I honestly never entertained the idea of making her kneel for or worship . I always thought I was the one growling at her feet, doing anything for her. She is my God, and she always will be.
But now, as I watch her kneeling for , ready to do anything for . It feels surprisingly ecstatic. Her need to please is clearly deep within her being.
Previously, she wanted to please God, to do anything for God. But now she has shifted that need to . And I most definitely don’t mind. Sure, her need to please probably cos from so kind of ntal trauma, and I definitely should be worried about it. But I’m just too ssed up to care. I want her too much.
God never cared for her efforts to please. But I? I most definitely care. I will give everything back to her tenfold. I will reward her; I will give my everything to her in exchange.
She suddenly starts moving more quickly, which makes grunt. Fuck, her lips and tongue combined are just heavenly. She lifts her eyes to look at , and her button eyes filled with lust and need are just too much for to handle. The orgasm starts building suddenly. The sight and feel of her are just too overwhelming.
I move my hand to her hair, grabbing it and shoving her head violently all the way down. Her gagging throat around the tip of my dick makes a loud grunt escape my lips. Her eyes water, and fuck, she looks so pretty like that. All ssed up. I pull her head back up.
“You have no fucking idea how fucking good you feel. My perfect little slut. Now. Get up.”
She stands obediently.
“Take off the dress.”
She unbuttons the dress, and it drops to the ground.
“And the underwear.”
Again, she obeys, standing naked in front of . The bruises on her waist are almost gone. Her skin is almost clean, too clean. I don’t like it. I want to mark her as mine.
I yank the leash.
“Now, sit on your throne, my Queen. Your back facing .”
Her gulp is clearly audible as she lowers her gaze to my cock, eagerly waiting for her. She walks between my legs and turns around. I grab her waist with my left hand while holding my dick with my right, guiding her down onto it. She exhales hoarsely as my cock slowly sinks into her soaking wet cunt. Her inner walls tighten with excitent. She feels so fucking good.
I grab her waist with both hands and press her down even more, sinking her deeper and making her gasp. Soon after, she starts to squirm on my lap, enjoying the feeling of inside her.
I lift her up and press her down again. She moans and starts slowly moving on her own. I watch and enjoy the sight of her, listening to her beautiful moans filling the air. I let my electricity flow through my muscles, enhancing my strength, and dig my fingers into her waist even tighter. She lets out a violent gasp from the pain, but keeps fucking.
I lean closer to her ear and whisper, “Does it feel good, Lo?”
She nods.
“You know… When I really am King soday, I will sit on this throne and perform my duties…”
I create an illusion for her, filling the room with people, people seeking an audience with the King. Her body stiffens, and she stops moving for a mont. I lean in to kiss her neck. She sighs and starts moving again as I continue.
“How can I ever sit here and focus on work…” I move my hand to her breasts, “…when all I can think of is how you knelt for . How your lustful moans once echoed in the air.”
I feel her cunt squeeze tighter as she starts moving more rapidly. I gather her hair in my hand and pull her head back, speaking against her fragile neck.
“Feel like coming?”
“Yes.”
“Stop moving.”
She slows down but doesn’t fully stop. I use my free hand to send a shock of electricity through her. She gasps and freezes, her breathing heavy.
“I’m sorry. I was just so close,” she whimpers.
“That is not a reason to disobey, pretty flower.”
“I’m sorry.”
I lift her and move her to stand on the right side of the throne. I shove her head down, making her face hit the seat, her ass pressing deliciously against the armrest. I thrust inside her without warning. Her violent moan excites . I grab her arms and bind them behind her back with my belt, making it extra tight, wanting the leather to grind against her sensitive skin.
When I’m satisfied, I place my left hand on the back of her head and press it harder into the seat while pulling the leash with my right. The collar sinks deeper into her skin, and she clearly struggles to breathe.
Fuck, how much it excites .
Her moans beco muffled by the collar as I keep fucking her. She feels so fucking good. I think I could never get enough of her. I want more and more. Suddenly, her body starts trembling violently. I guess she really is a little crazy for coming when she can barely even breathe. I just want to tighten the leash, but I force my reason to surface and let it loose. Her screams of pleasure fill the air. I watch her ride the orgasm, but I don’t stop fucking her.
I move my hands to her ass, caressing the soft skin.
Slap.
She lets out a loud sound.
Slap.
Her inner walls are still pulsing from her orgasm, begging for a break. But I won’t give her that.
Slap.
Her sounds are closer to cries now, but she doesn’t object. She takes it like the good girl she is.
Slap.
I fucking love watching her red-painted ass. It’s so fucking delicious. I trail my fingers over her skin, spit on her ass, and gather it on my finger before slowly rubbing her back hole with it. Her muscles tighten, and I feel the slight panic in her mind.
“Felix.”
Her moans are still so loud as I keep thrusting deep inside her that her plea is barely audible.
“Feeling nervous?”
“Just don’t,” she pleads so beautifully.
I pull the leash hard, forcing her upper body up. I thrust inside her one more ti and keep myself buried there, speaking against her ear.
“I thought you wanted to use you.”
I hear her swallow as her pussy tightens around my cock. She really is obsessed with pleasing. And I fucking love that.
“So, do you want to use you? Do you want to be my toy?”
Her pussy clenches even more in excitent. I start sinking my finger into her ass slowly.
“Yes,” she says in a low voice.
“Well, I want to use your ass. So will you let play with it?”
She pushes her ass back against , suddenly begging to go deeper. A low growl escapes .
“Fuck. My pretty little slut sure is a perfect toy for , aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
Her hoarse, lustful voice, combined with her ass grinding against and her pussy still tightening, drives fucking insane. I sink my finger all the way in, and she cries out loud again as I keep fucking her. Every thrust is like an attack against her. I pull my finger out, spit again, and push two fingers inside her. Her body tries to resist, but I don’t care. I don’t give a single fuck if it hurts. I force my way in while listening to her beautiful sobs. I grab her hair and slam her against the seat again. Her body starts trembling once more as I keep filling both of her holes.
“Show what a good little slut you are. Show how much you enjoy being used in this way. How much you enjoy my fingers deep inside your ass. How fucking badly your needy little cunt wants to fill it.”
She cos in the middle of my sentence, shaking, screaming, yelling my na. The pressure inside skyrockets, and the climax is only an inch away. Her pussy throbs so sweetly, practically begging to co too.
And I do. Coming inside her feels like heaven every goddamn ti. Her shaking body, her heavy breathing, her pretty little tears running down her cheeks. It’s truly a sight to behold. She really is so fucking divine.
Let’s just hope I can keep myself in check in the future, since resisting doing too much while fucking her becos harder each ti. I remove the belt and the collar. Her skin is all red and hurt. I can already imagine all the bruises and marks that will bloom there. Every ti, I leave more of them behind.
They’re like drugs. The more I make, the more I want them. The more I need them.
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