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The blindfold is back on my face and my ass is in the air, supported by pillows.
The plug is still in place.
The cameras are back.
Q is hunched over me.
My heart lurches.
His fingers tug intermittently at the plug. Every few seconds, he licks my pussy, my taint, the puckered skin of my hole.
I imagined I had nothing left to give. Unbelievably, I grow wet. When I moan, he pauses.
“You’re awake.” His voice throbs with dark anticipation.
I remember how our last session ended, and I fight the hurt that scrambles up toward my heart.
He reminded me that I was a whore. Big deal. I’d fuck an army of Qs to save Petra.
“Yes,” I reply, bleeding my voice dry of emotion.
I sense a shift in the air. He’s displeased. Big fucking deal. I refuse to be an emotional mess for him to play with. He wants a whore, he’s getting one.
“Are you going to fuck my ass, Q?” I purr. “I want you to so bad, baby.”
The grip on my ass tightens. I choose not to heed the warning. I push back against his hand. “Take it, big man. You own it.”
The hard smack comes out of the blue. The sound ricocheting around the room adds to the sting on my flaming ass. Behind the blindfold my eyes water. I bite my lip and turn my gasp into a moan. “Hmm…more. Your naughty little firecracker wants more.”
He spanks me again, harder than before. Twice on both cheeks. My ass hurts like a bitch. But the good thing is the hurt in my ass has overshadowed the foolish hurt in my heart.
So I continue. I throw every filthy, evocative sexual cliché I can at him. The smacks keep coming. I get wetter. His exhalations grow darker with fury.
“Yes, Big Daddy. Make me scream for it.”
With a vicious growl, he pulls the plug from my ass. A dribble of warm oil lands on my stinging flesh, between my legs. His fingers caress lube into my hole.
Then he’s there.
One fist plants next to my head as he looms over me.
His hot, whiskey-and-mint breath washes over my face. “Shut the fuck up. Now. Or this won’t go well for you,” he blazes in my ear, low enough that I know he doesn’t want the camera to pick up his words.
“Why, Q? I thought you wanted a whore? Am I doing it wrong?” I whisper back.
His breath hisses as he pushes against me. His control is on the edge.
I’m dancing with fire. But I can’t seem to pull back. “You don’t have to worry. I’ll be your good little whore. It’s my true area of expertise.”
He freezes for a flaming second. I’m forever grateful I don’t have my sight.
When he pushes inside my ass, my scream is for the pleasure, the pain, and the colossal admission of what I am that I’ve just detonated at his feet.
His low, long grunt is filled with fury, lust and a red-hot retribution. I barely have time to absorb the impact of his full, rough invasion before he’s coming back at me. The lube helps ease his way, but he’s huge. And he’s locked in his own all-consuming vortex, his strokes harder, his hips pumping mercilessly into me.
“This what you want, Lucky?” I hear the dark relish in his voice. And my sphincter clenches shamelessly around him. “It is, isn’t it, you filthy little thing?”
Oh God!Despite the blindfold, I squeeze my eyes tight, praying it will block out the greed and shame flaying me. My mouth drops open on breathless pants, my hips rising of their own accord to meet his terrible invasion.