A wicked smile appears on my face. “Oh, so now you do want to be my Princess, huh?” I shove my cock into her all the way to the base, burying myself deep inside her. “I’ll make you my fucking Princess.”
I can feel her muscles quake from the intense sensations, making my cock grow even harder.
“Oh, fuck,” she murmurs when I pull out and thrust back in again.
“Fuck, what? Fuck yes?” I muse, pulling back the belt tighter. She gurgles, unable to respond. Her choking turns me on so much; it makes me want to blow my load into her sweet, wet pussy.
“I can’t hear you!” I growl, smacking one side of her ass, while holding the belt tight.
“Yes!” she mewls, her pussy contracting with every thrust.
I feel like ravaging her until there’s nothing left but sweat, moans, and sighs. I can feel her body burn with need, and it fires me up.
“You’re moaning so loud, Princess. What will our guest think?”
“Shit,” she mutters.
“Uh-uh, don’t stop; let her hear your filthy screams.”
I can feel the pressure rising, making my cock thump with need. Fuck, it feels so good, might as well let her milk my juices out of me. That fucking Princess will have to work for it.
“You want me to stop?” I say.
She shakes her head and then nods. Her body must be telling her one thing while her brain says the other. Such a difficult choice … I can’t help but wonder how she must feel. Broken. Confused. Needy.
I grin. “Can’t choose, huh? Let me put it this way. I could do this for hours. I know how to hold my load.”
“No …” she murmurs.
I pull back on the leash, causing her to gag. Love that sound. “You don’t want me to fuck you forever, do you?”
“I can’t …” she says, barely able to pronounce a word.
“You can’t what? Handle it?” I smack her ass, pushing my cock into her hole at the same time. “You’d better fucking handle it because I’m not going to stop until you’ve milked my cum right out of me.”
“Please …” she mutters, turning her head. Her face has turned a little red, and a tear is running down her cheek.
“You look so fucking good when you cry, sweet cheeks,” I say, leaning over to reach between her legs. “It only makes me want to fuck you more.”
I push my hand between her legs and start flicking her clit rapidly, giving her no time to get accustomed to the feeling. She’ll take it the way I want it, when I want it. No ifs, ands, or buts.
“You’re going to fucking come for me,” I growl. “Whether you want to or not.”
“Oh, god,” she murmurs as I circle around her nub.
“I see you still like this as much as you used to,” I muse. “You’re still so desperate for my hand between your legs, flicking that little bean … so sensitive.” I muffle a laugh when a moan escapes her mouth. “See? You know how to show some appreciation for what I’m doing. It’s really not that hard.”
“Fuck off …”
“Tsk, so angry, even when I’m doing you a favor.”
“Favor?!” she repeats, frowning as she turns her head.
“I could be cutting you up,” I say, shrugging. “Instead, I’m fucking this pussy and giving it what it needs. I’d say you should be pretty grateful.”
She makes a face but doesn’t respond, probably too scared I might spank her again.
So, I do it anyway.
Her moan is so loud that it makes my cock pulse, and I have to tell myself to calm down so I don’t blow my load too soon. I want to feel her come all over me first … I want to witness her fall apart before I claim her as my own.
“Such a fucking filthy pussy,” I say, biting my lip while rubbing her clit.
My eyes are all over her round ass, wanting to take a bite and rip the skin off with my teeth. I’m so incredibly horny; I don’t even know the fucking difference between lust and hatred anymore.
Her legs are shaking, and her breath seems out of control. Almost there … almost.
“Come on, Princess. Let go of that mask and show me what you really want. What you really crave. Moan for me. Scream my name. I know you want to.”
“Fuck!” she calls out, biting her lip as she looks back at me with needy eyes. Just looking at them makes me want to pull out and go over there to kiss her. I don’t know why it crosses my mind, so I push the thought away quickly before I actually do it. Fucking her comes first. This is what needs to happen … she needs to know who’s in control and who’s the fucking pet in this house.
My pet.
My Princess.
“My pussy,” I murmur, fucking her and rubbing her clit at the same time.
“Oh, god, I’m going to come …” she whispers.
“Yes, Princess. Fucking come. Now!” I growl.
She explodes all over my hands, wet juices dripping down my fingers. Her muscles contract around my cock, jerking me off so fucking perfectly that I get off. A loud groan comes from my mouth before I blow out my cum right inside her pussy, pushing deeper with every jet. I want her to feel it; I want her to experience the depth of my ownership over her body.
Halfway through my orgasm, I pull out, rip the condom off, and spurt the last bit of my seed all over her ass, marking her as mine.
“Fucking perfect,” I mutter, blowing out big breaths.
I feel completely wasted. I’m utterly destroyed from that powerful fuck. Goddamn, every fuck should be like that.
I slap her ass one final time before getting up. Bringing the belt, I walk to the front of her cage, where she’s leaning on her hands, her mouth hanging open, saliva almost dropping out.
“I fucked you really bad, didn’t I?” I muse, wiping her mouth with my index finger. “Such a dirty Princess.”
“Your fault,” she jests, which makes me laugh.
“I just can’t help myself. Whenever I see you, I just want to make you fucking filthy because that’s what you deserve.” Smiling, I wrap the long end of the belt around the bars of the cage and tie her up, forcing her to remain up, even though her legs are trembling.
“Don’t you fucking move,” I say. “And if you even dare to touch this thing wrapped around your neck, I’ll make sure you won’t have any fingers left to pry it off with.”
She swallows again, her cheeks stained red from embarrassment and desire.
I grab her chin and make her purse her lips. She looks so goddamn pretty, even when royally fucked. Then I get up, grab my jeans, put them on, and walk toward the door.
“Where are you going?” she asks.
“Not your concern.”
“Are you just going to leave me here, naked?”
I turn around and cock my head. “What else did you have in mind?”
She laughs, but it’s more of a shocked laugh than a joyful one. “Well, how about letting me shower or something?”
“Or something …” I nod. “Tell you what. You can shower … if you can ask for it.”
“What?” she makes a face.
“Beg.”
She frowns, her titties swaying back and forth, as she leans as far as she can with that leash, trying to look up at me.
It takes her a while to part her lips. “Please … can I shower?”
The way she says ‘please’ makes goosebumps scatter all over my skin. Riveting.
“I didn’t quite hear that right,” I say, tilting my head.
She rolls her eyes. “Please, can I take a shower now?”
“Hmm …” I walk toward her, bending over so I can lift her chin. It makes her gasp for air with the belt holding her back. “Say that again,” I whisper, holding my ear close to her mouth.
“Please …” she gurgles.
“You want to shower?” I ask, narrowing my eyes. “And what makes you think I’ll let you?”
She coughs, clearly struggling. “Because … you’re kind.”
“Me? Kind?” I repeat.
She nods, still shaken, but I can tell that she’s faking it.
This isn’t about showering.
This isn’t about me being nice.
This is about her trying to manipulate me into doing what she wants. Even now, after fucking her senseless, she’s still trying to put on a show.
I frown, staring into her eyes. A burning feeling boils deep inside me, my black soul fueling the fire. “I’ll make you wish you hadn’t said that.”