tongue.
On, upwards I crept, so that I was hovering over her body, suspended with a bare inch between us. I nuzzled at her neck and sought her earlobes, and kissed along her jawline. Finally I tasted her sweet lips, plunging my tongue into her mouth, sucking with a sudden frenzy and her back arched up as she clamored for more; I pulled away and she squeaked. Her arms were tense as she fought to keep them away from me.
I grinned. "Steady now."
Her eyes were narrow and her face was flushed. She held her tongue and I could see how much it pained her to do so. I was delighted.
I moved back down the bed once more, and slapped her thighs. "Open up." Once I was positioned between her spread legs, I had more freedom. I bent once more to her pussy, and began to make long, slow licks up each labia, consciously skirting around her swelling slit. She smelled musky and ready for me.
Her hips twitched up and down, involuntarily, and her breathing had speeded up. I licked harder, probing into her slit from time to time, increasing the pressure and then backing off as her moans grew louder.
"You taste divine," I said as I sat up. Her lidded eyes glinted, just slits of lust and passion.
I began to rub her juices around, working down to her puckered hole. I took the butt plug from where I'd laid it at the foot of the bed, and showed it to her.
"You're going to take this."
Her eyes closed, and flicked open again. She knew she didn't have a choice.
After all, she didn't want a choice.
I pressed it to the entrance of her butt, rolling it around to relax the sphincter muscle, before beginning to ease it in.
"Push down on it," I told her, and she responded; it slid in far easier than I had expected. "Oh, well done, my good girl," I said. "It's all inside you."
She had tipped her head back and I could only see her jutting jawline for a moment, her throat working furiously. I moved up to check she was all right; her red cheeks and swelling nipples told me that she was fine. More than fine.
So I returned to her pussy, licking again with slow movements. Then, as I suckled on her clit, I slipped a finger into her. She was so swollen and wet that one finger wasn't enough. She took three with ease, and I rolled my fingers around within, feeling her soft walls, hunting for sensitive spots. Her pussy clenched around me, rhythmically, and I knew her orgasm was building. I worked at it for a moment but withdrew as each spasm grew in intensity.
"Ohh…" she whispered, her pelvis bucking.
"Soon, soon," I assured her.
Now the butt plug was in, and accepted, I reached out for the nipple clamps. I tightened them by degrees, and she squealed but she didn't say anything; I saw from her face that the pain was quickly subsumed into pleasure. I squeezed her breasts, wondering what they would look like tied up with rope, swelling around the bonds. My cock was throbbing almost painfully at that mental image.
I sat astride her, my weight half-supported by her thighs, forcing her legs to close around the butt plug. I continued to maul her breasts, lifting the clamps with my fingers to bring her breasts into the air, stretched out by her nipples.
She did cry out at that, and her elbows bent briefly but she managed to keep her hands flung out.
My power shocked me. I was hurting her but she didn't speak. I was causing her pain but she didn't fight me. She was in discomfort but she submitted.
To me. To me .
Oh yes, those previous subbys had submitted to me, too. They had wanted it, begged for it, craved it.
But they had been weak and Jasmine Turner was strong.
To have a strong woman broken and begging was the headiest drug I could imagine.
I knew now why my father did what he did. It was of no interest to him to control small companies and steer weak businesses. He had to fight the biggest and the best, and he had to win.
The stronger and more independent that I got, the more determined he would get to destroy me.
It wasn't personal.
It was
On, upwards I crept, so that I was hovering over her body, suspended with a bare inch between us. I nuzzled at her neck and sought her earlobes, and kissed along her jawline. Finally I tasted her sweet lips, plunging my tongue into her mouth, sucking with a sudden frenzy and her back arched up as she clamored for more; I pulled away and she squeaked. Her arms were tense as she fought to keep them away from me.
I grinned. "Steady now."
Her eyes were narrow and her face was flushed. She held her tongue and I could see how much it pained her to do so. I was delighted.
I moved back down the bed once more, and slapped her thighs. "Open up." Once I was positioned between her spread legs, I had more freedom. I bent once more to her pussy, and began to make long, slow licks up each labia, consciously skirting around her swelling slit. She smelled musky and ready for me.
Her hips twitched up and down, involuntarily, and her breathing had speeded up. I licked harder, probing into her slit from time to time, increasing the pressure and then backing off as her moans grew louder.
"You taste divine," I said as I sat up. Her lidded eyes glinted, just slits of lust and passion.
I began to rub her juices around, working down to her puckered hole. I took the butt plug from where I'd laid it at the foot of the bed, and showed it to her.
"You're going to take this."
Her eyes closed, and flicked open again. She knew she didn't have a choice.
After all, she didn't want a choice.
I pressed it to the entrance of her butt, rolling it around to relax the sphincter muscle, before beginning to ease it in.
"Push down on it," I told her, and she responded; it slid in far easier than I had expected. "Oh, well done, my good girl," I said. "It's all inside you."
She had tipped her head back and I could only see her jutting jawline for a moment, her throat working furiously. I moved up to check she was all right; her red cheeks and swelling nipples told me that she was fine. More than fine.
So I returned to her pussy, licking again with slow movements. Then, as I suckled on her clit, I slipped a finger into her. She was so swollen and wet that one finger wasn't enough. She took three with ease, and I rolled my fingers around within, feeling her soft walls, hunting for sensitive spots. Her pussy clenched around me, rhythmically, and I knew her orgasm was building. I worked at it for a moment but withdrew as each spasm grew in intensity.
"Ohh…" she whispered, her pelvis bucking.
"Soon, soon," I assured her.
Now the butt plug was in, and accepted, I reached out for the nipple clamps. I tightened them by degrees, and she squealed but she didn't say anything; I saw from her face that the pain was quickly subsumed into pleasure. I squeezed her breasts, wondering what they would look like tied up with rope, swelling around the bonds. My cock was throbbing almost painfully at that mental image.
I sat astride her, my weight half-supported by her thighs, forcing her legs to close around the butt plug. I continued to maul her breasts, lifting the clamps with my fingers to bring her breasts into the air, stretched out by her nipples.
She did cry out at that, and her elbows bent briefly but she managed to keep her hands flung out.
My power shocked me. I was hurting her but she didn't speak. I was causing her pain but she didn't fight me. She was in discomfort but she submitted.
To me. To me .
Oh yes, those previous subbys had submitted to me, too. They had wanted it, begged for it, craved it.
But they had been weak and Jasmine Turner was strong.
To have a strong woman broken and begging was the headiest drug I could imagine.
I knew now why my father did what he did. It was of no interest to him to control small companies and steer weak businesses. He had to fight the biggest and the best, and he had to win.
The stronger and more independent that I got, the more determined he would get to destroy me.
It wasn't personal.
It was
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