"You’re mine completely—every hole stretched, every mark etched into your skin," she whispered fiercely, her breath hot on my ear. "No one else gets this body, this pussy—only my cock gets to knot you like this. Say it back; own your submission."
The cuffs bit into my wrists as I strained against them, heightening the sweet helplessness. Her bites followed her words now—trailing from cleavage to neck, then ears and shoulders—creating a constellation of possession across my skin.
As the knot finally deflated after that endless hour, she pulled the plug free with a slick, obscene sound. My ass clenched emptily around nothing, aching for the return of fullness.
"Feeling empty back there already?" she teased, circling the gaping hole with a lubed finger. "Not for long—maybe I’ll slide my cock in next ti and knot your ass properly. But for now, let’s focus on this dripping pussy."
"Ivory, put sothing back in—I need to feel full again everywhere," I begged, surprising even myself with the desperation in my voice. The void was maddening after hours of overstimulation.
"Demanding little oga now, are we?" She smirked, eyes gleaming. "Fine, but only if I gag you again first—keep those pleas muffled while I play." She buckled the ball gag swiftly behind my head; my half-ford protests turned to needy hums. "Mmmph?"
"That’s a yes from you. Now take this cock deep while your mind stays plugged and desperate."
She fucked steadily at first, building to a fifth knot with relentless precision—the cycle feeling eternal yet intoxicating.
This lock was slower, more teasing; her body went still, letting the throbbing pulse of her cock do the work inside .
"Feel every throb claiming you from the inside out?" she murmured, her fingers never idle—circling my swollen clit, pinching my sore nipples through the welts, even removing the gag midway for sloppy, tongue-battling kisses that left breathless.
"Taste your own drool on ? It’s sexy as fuck, pet—makes you look so owned," she said before re-gagging firmly. My body adapted over the hour, orgasms rolling in silent, shattering waves that left trembling and soaked.
Free at last—gag off, cuffs loosened—I gasped for air, voice hoarse but insistent. "Don’t stop now—eat out again first, then knot right after. I want your tongue cleaning before you fill up once more."
"Bossy pet, but I like it," she chuckled darkly. "Spread those legs wide for ." She dove down ravenously, tongue lapping at my cum-filled pussy, sucking my folds into her hot mouth with greedy slurps. "Still leaking all my loads—sloppy seconds taste even better on my tongue." Her fingers joined the assault, fucking open deep and curling relentlessly against my g-spot.
"Ivory... yes, right there—finger my g-spot harder; make squirt all over your face again," I moaned. Hands free now after she’d uncuffed earlier, I gripped her hair tightly—the rough sides grounding , making moan—to hold her exactly where I needed.
She obliged, three thick fingers plunging in sync with her tongue on my clit, until I gushed explosively, soaking her chin and neck. "Drink every drop—your pussy’s a fucking fountain for ," she praised, lapping it up without rcy.
Rising with her cock in hand, slick and ready, she thrust back in deep—the knot imminent and swelling fast. "Sixth ti already—think this is your limit, Emily, or can you beg for more?"
"No limit for you—knot forever if you want," I replied, legs wrapping tightly around her waist to pull her impossibly closer.
The swell locked us seamlessly; cum surged in powerful jets. "Forever? Careful what you wish for, pet—alpha knots last exactly as long as I decide." This hour turned playful; she rolled us so I straddled the knot, impaled fully atop her. "Ride it now, Emily—bounce on my bulge like the needy slut you are."
I did, tits jiggling wildly; her hands slapped them lightly, reigniting the bites. "These marks are starting to fade a little—ti for fresh ones to keep you pretty?" Her teeth t flesh again, sinking deeper into my cleavage.
"Bite harder—mark even deeper this ti," I urged, grinding faster, the friction building another peak.
Dialogue flowed endlessly between us: "You’re completely addicted to my knot now, aren’t you? Admit it fully—tell how it’s ruining you for good."
"Addicted... fuck, yes—your cock’s ruining forever, and I love every second," I confessed, voice breaking on a moan.
Deflated at last, she flipped prone without pause. "Ass up high—no plug this ti, just my raw cock owning you." Her thrusts turned brutal again; knot seven swelled quicker than ever.
"rcy? No—give more; knot my ass next ti?" I teased breathlessly, pushing back to et her.
"Tempting offer, pet—but pussy gets this load first. Take it all." We locked once more; hour eight dissolved into whispers of filthy future scenes. "Next ti, I’ll knot you in public—stuck tight in a crowd, everyone watching you beg."
"Promise that? I’d beg louder than ever for you," I whispered, fully surrendered.
Her laughs mingled with deep growls; fresh bites trailed down my spine like a possessive map. "My perfect begging slut—I love every desperate word from you."
The night blurred into countless more cycles—knot after knot, eat-outs that left quivering, gags silencing then amplifying pleas, cuffs restraining just enough to thrill, bites layering my skin in her signature.
Each hour etched deeper submission into my soul—her hair a constant, sweat-damp tangle in my fists, her commanding voice the unbreakable anchor. "You’re mine eternally, Emily—knotted in body and soul, no escape."
By dawn’s first light, exhausted and cum-soaked, every inch of marked and claid, I collapsed against her heaving chest. "More tomorrow? Please say yes."
"Always, my pet," she murmured, kissing a final bite on my cleavage. "Rest now—dream of my cock knotting you again. We both know you will."
"How are you so sure?"
"I know, Emily. Just know."
"What if I think about others’ knots? They were quite good too."
"Do you want them to die?"
"No! Don’t talk about violent things!"
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