Integrity Has No Bounds by Ryder Dane Page A

so I’m
ready.” He was more aggressive than Allan had been and held her
hair in his fist, shoving her head up and down, all she could do
was keep her lips open while he fucked her mouth. He came with no
warning, and she did her best to swallow his jizz, but some
trickled down her chin and onto her neck.
    The two men thanked Donnie then left the
room. She turned her head to ask him what the fuck he was playing
at. “What the hell, Donnie Lee, you try something like that again,
you need to ask.” The look on his face cautioned her to wait to
give him hell until after he was done with her. After that, she was
gonna give his kinky ass a wide berth. She liked kinky, hell, she
thrived on a bossy fucker taking control. The need to submit was
strong inside her and that was why she went with him every time he
wanted her.
    The look he was giving her today had her
anticipating more than his usual spanking her ass and fucking her.
When he kept grinning at her as he duct taped her upper arms at the
elbow to her knees, and took his kerchief from around his head to
use as a gag and tying it around the back of her head, she was more
than a little scared.
    “You shoulda’ kept your mouth shut you filthy
little cunt, I’m gonna lesson you good, and when I’m done, you
ain’t gonna question your master.” He grabbed the hair at the top
of her head and jerked her head up.
    “You’re gonna wish you’d gone to church this
morning, whore, cause the good Lord is the only one that’s gonna
stop me from givin’ you what you deserve.”
    He dropped her head, and stepped around the
table that was a good eighteen inches off the floor, to stand
behind her exposed body. The feeling of dread hit her and she
closed her eyes knowing Donnie was out of control. That thrill
knowing he was a leashed psycho, well that was gone, and in its
place was fear.
    He used his leather belt like a whip over her
back and exposed skin. Her legs and ass got the worst of it, but
she screamed behind the sweaty kerchief, feeling like he was gonna
kill her. It was the worst beating she’d ever had, and there was no
escaping the pain he was inflicting. Usually when Donnie got
enthusiastic, she found that spot in her mind to drift to. The way
he was stroking that belt in different spots prevented her
escape.
    He dropped the belt and slapped her ass with
his palm. “That is fuckin’ beautiful, damned if it ain’t. Your ass
is as red as a black cherry and twice as tempting for me. Gonna
have to fuck it, you might want to relax it, bitch, your cunt’s as
dry as a fuckin’ prune now, and I ain’t taking the time to give it
any pleasure right now, that’ll come after.”
    He leaned down and she felt his tongue
stabbing at her asshole. His fingers on each hand were pulling her
cheeks apart and the thumbs were digging into her abused cheeks. He
let go and moved away from her for a few minutes and she could hear
him rummaging around for something. He came back, and poured
something over her ass and into her slit. The maniac laughed while
he was doing it.
    “That’ll make sure your dry ass won’t take
the skin off my prick.” He shoved a finger into her hole and she
shrieked, he added a second finger and she got louder, and tried to
scoot away from that burning ache.
    “I like hearing you making that noise, you
just keep on makin’ it.” He pulled his fingers out of her hole and
stuck his prick at the little hole that was puckered tight, trying
to keep him out. “Here we go you little slut, you love this as much
as I love givin’ it to you, your asshole’s fuckin’ tight, makes my
prick want to try to find the bottom of it.” He worked his hips
side to side to send every inch of his cock as deep as he could
get. It took a bit of work, but he laid claim to her asshole and
laughed while he drew halfway out, then slammed his hips into her
cheeks. “You whore, I can feel you squeezing my prick.”
    He had to be nuts, she tried to squeeze the
thick dick in her