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Naked and bound, Angelina wondered if this was such a good idea after all. She'd been stripped and blindfolded, her arms raised above her head and attached to the ceiling with leather cuffs. Her knees were forced apart on the cold floor, her thighs spread wide, exposing her to the chilly air. Her wrists and ankles were encased with leather - strong leather, the inescapable kind. Even though she knew the restraints would hold, she couldn't help but twist against them, feeling the leather catch and crackle.
She wondered if she knew what she was doing. She wondered if she could handle what was coming next. She and Joey had only been playing for a few months, and deep in her heart, she wasn't sure what he was capable of. The thought both frightened and excited her. Here she was, naked at his mercy, bared and bound and subject to his will. She was a plaything for his pleasure, helpless before his eyes and his hands. He could do whatever he wanted to her.
I can't believe this is happening, Angelina thought again, and then her master entered the room. The blindfold covered her eyes completely, but she knew he was there. He was strong, aggressive - sure of what he wanted and how he planned to take it. Planned to take *her*.
There was a pounding noise as the door closed, and the sound shuddered through Angelina and right down to her cunt. "Ready?" Joey murmured. This was her last chance to back out. He circled her, letting her feel the warm presence of his body: his hands on her skin, his voice in his ear. She strained against the cuffs, trying to press against him, but he deliberately kept out of reach. "Master," she said. Begged. Already begging, and they hadn't even begun.
Her master made an amused noise and took one of her breasts in hand. She gasped - she couldn't help it - the contact was just so sudden, and her body was so cold from the room. Joey kneaded her breasts like a connoisseur, sending shock waves through her skin.
"You like that?" he asked. He flicked a nipple with his fingernail. Sparks danced across her nerves. "Please," she gasped. Without warning, a wet fingertip slid down her stomach. He must have licked it to toy with her. Angelina started to shake. "Please," she said again, and then his fingers slid down her hips and inside her. No warning, no prep, just his fingers slipping into her pussy like they belonged there. Angelina couldn't help but moan. His fingers were huge and hot, moving in and out of her like a wave, relentless.
"You like that?" her master asked. "I like that." His voice was still cool, amused. Angelina spared a thought to what she must look like, naked and kneeling, writhing against his touch like an animal while he was still in total control. Then he moved his body and she forgot to think at all. "Tell me what this is," her master said, pressing something against her throat. Angelina felt something thin and hard. Her body started to shake. "It's a cane," she said. "What do we do with canes?" her master asked, calm, implacable. "Spank," Angelina whispered.
She felt him move around her. Her body was really trembling now, all of her senses jumping, hyper-vigilant. She felt the cane slide down to her nipples and she couldn't help the breathy encouragement that spilled from her lips. Her master rubbed the cane all over her breasts, her nipples, and she was helpless to stop it - helpless to the pleasure he was wringing from her body.
He took the cane to her lips. Instantly, she opened her mouth and accepted it, running her tongue over its slick ridges. She longed for his cock to replace it, but she knew she still needed to earn that reward. "Hold it tight," her master demanded. She clamped her mouth shut.
She knew what was coming when she felt the flogger whisper over her skin, but it still didn't prepare her for the shock of being whipped. Her master was merciless, sending the flogger over her back, her chest... she couldn't see the blows coming, which made it even more intense... she could only bite down on the cane and moan, feeling her body rock with every lash. It was an amazing pain, sharp but sweet. Her wrists ached from her bondage; her cunt was throbbing. Her master paid special attention her breasts, making sure the flogger whipped across her nipples, tightening them to impossible buds.
Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore, her master switched from the flogger to the cane, this time giving her the spanking he promised. The cane smacked against her ass and jolted her senses like live wires. Angelina felt like her entire body was ablaze. "I brought you a present," her master said. It seemed amazing to her that he could still be so controlled while she was flying apart at the seams. "Know what this is?" he prompted, when she couldn't speak. Her head was spinning. This was the most blissful torture she had ever known. "No, master," she whimpered. "It's nice and big," he hinted, and she wondered, oh, please, let it be...
But it still wasn't his cock, not yet. It was a nipple clamp. Angelina gave a shaky exhale as she felt him rubbing it against her skin - teasing her for what was next. Joey seemed to be enjoying himself, rubbing and pinching her nipples like they were toys. His hair brushed her skin when he knelt and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking and scraping with just a hint of teeth.
When she felt the clamp pinching on, Angelina almost came from the sensation alone. It was a stinging pain, centering her entire focus on her nipples, her entire world reduced to nothing but this room, this feeling. Her master put the other clamp on and she moaned aloud. The blood was rushing to her head and she felt dizzy. Abruptly, she was glad for the restraints - she didn't think she could have held herself up without them.
"That's it," her master whispered, part encouragement, part dark desire. His voice sent a fresh pulse to her cunt, and somehow he sensed it, slipping a hand between her legs.
Angelina felt like she was being pulled in a million directions at once - his fingers stroking inside her, the throb from her nipples, the lovely ache from the flogger still reverberating on her skin. She was sure her body was bright red and marked with punishment. She reveled in it.
Her master turned her head and kissed her. She gave herself willingly, feeling light-headed with her own submission. Joey was the one in control here, not her. She could do nothing but obey. His mouth was hot and demanding and his tongue claimed every inch of her. Her body was nothing but a vessel for his pleasure: the more she accepted it, the sweeter it became.
Her master flicked her clit and she moaned, shamelessly now, loud and unembarrassed. She felt his lips quirk against hers. She knew it was finally time. He stepped away and she heard him unzipping. She could smell him, his power and masculinity like a physical presence in the room. She craned her neck and tried not to pant in her eagerness. When he finally - finally! - fed his cock to her, she opened her mouth wide, eager to accept it all. He had been so good to her. She could be good too. His length was long and hard against her tongue, big enough to bump her throat. When she heard him hiss - just a small sound, but one that managed to escape - she felt her confidence soar, and she opened her mouth even wider.
She couldn't really suck him off, not with their angle and the blindfold, but Joey didn't want that anyway. She was a playground for his desire; she was a body for the taking. He fucked her mouth with passion and strength, and she accepted every inch. Her master goaded her. "That's not the best you can do. Suck with enthusiasm!" She strained hard in her blindness, trying to time herself to his thrusts.
"Suck it like you fucking want it down your throat," he demanded. He pounded in and out of her mouth without stopping. She felt his precum across her mouth, her face, and his dick was slick with spit. She felt drunk on the sensation, sucking until her cheeks were hollow, until her jaw ached. The clamps were still pinching her nipples and she didn't care. She felt like she had left the world behind - like her body was floating above her and time didn't exist. The only thing that mattered was sucking her master's cock.
"You want to see it?" he asked, pumping steadily into her mouth. "Want to see my pretty dick?" She was breathless with arousal, dizzy from the blowjob. She wasn't sure if she replied. But then there was a shifting from above, and movement around her, and suddenly the blindfold was lifted from her face. She blinked into the light until the stars cleared. Angelina looked up into her master's eyes, naked and kneeling on his floor, his cock still in her mouth.
"Ready for your prize?" he asked.
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