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“Stop,” grunts Kingston and he pulls me up by the leash, the dildo all forgotten as it’s thrown aside. He drags my panting mouth to his dick and slips the head on my tongue, groaning maddeningly. “Just suck without making me come. Worship it. Show how thankful you are for your master’s cock.”

His command is music to my tears.

I hum around his length and take it as deep as I can. His addictive taste exploding on my tongue draws out a moan. The vibration makes him thrust up. I don’t waste my chance to memorize his dick.

With vigor and greedy hands, I span his shaft at the base and bob my head up and down. The little window of power fogs my head, and I relax my throat, sinking my lips down his piercings.

They brought me nothing but rapture when they thrusted and rubbed inside my pussy. I was scared they might tear me for no reason.

“Nice and slow, little slave,” he warns, brushing his fingers down my curls. “Or I’ll nut in your mouth and I’d rather fill your pussy with my cum.”

Desperate for the latter, I ease the pace and push my tongue in the little slit leaking precum. He tastes so good, I suckle on the crown, wanting more of his salty seed.

Ecstatic and low sounds leave his mouth, letting me know how much he’s loving my efforts. It seems we’re both addicted to giving each other head.

I chance a glance up at him and the wildness shadowing his angular face is nothing short of striking.

Licking the underside of his veined girth, I roll my tongue around his balls. When I wrap my lips around one, his gaze becomes heavy-lidded. I gently suck, and he exhales roughly.

“You’re so goddamn hungry for cock,” he taunts when I lick the soft skin between his balls.

“I’m only hungry for my Master’s cock,” I murmur.

“Suck it then, until your throat hurts,” he viciously commands. It’s deliciously filthy, and music to my ears. “Until you’re choking on it. Spit on it.”

Circling his length at the base, I spit with a loud smack. His hand wraps over mine and he strokes himself with our combined grip.

His shaft is even more tempting.

The Jacob’s ladder, glinting with my spit.

Pushing me back before I can wrap my lips around him, he rises to his full height and tsks, “All fours.”

I glance longingly at the bed and he catches where my attention has gone.

“You have your whole life ahead of you to be fucked boring and missionary on the bed. While you’re doing that years later, you’ll think about all the times I fucked you like an animal on the floor, against the door, and on the kitchen island. You’ll be wishing to be conquered by me. Your master, who will always own you.”

With the leash, he forces me to crawl across the room to the dresser with a mirror in the corner.

“Kneel.”

His short and impassive commands climb me higher and higher to the soaring pinnacle of submission, until every pore of my corrupted soul is enveloped in his ownership. I feel like I’m floating on a cloud, trusting him to catch me if I fall.

I glance down at myself. Every inch of my skin is covered in his marks.

My nipples are raw and bruised. Handprints darken my hip bones where he gripped my flesh while fucking me downstairs. There are faint scratch marks from his trimmed beard all over my neck and the tops of my breasts.

“Part your lips.” His command yanks me out of my musings.

I don’t pay attention to his hand and instead obey him until the gag enters my line of vision. And it’s not just any gag, but one with a ring in the middle to keep my mouth wide open for whatever he wants to do.

Unlike every time, there’s no fear, only shock he had it hidden until now.

Silently, he secures it around my face and my lips are pulled apart to maximum capacity. I remind myself to breathe through my nose, lest I want to pass out.

A spark travels to my clit when he slants my head back and spits inside.

My eyes light up in excitement at the thought of him finally fucking me, but he picks up the pair of leather cuffs with a chain keeping them attached. I’m confused for a second when he asks me to lift my wrists and slides them on.