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“You want me to hurt you, Sari? To abuse all your holes? The pain will be so fucking sweet, you’ll never be able to live without it.

Without me.” He shudders, and I decide to give him more.

“I will fucking destroy you. And won’t stop there.

I’ll keep railing you after you pass out.

You’ll wake up with me still pumping inside your loose, wet hole, pinned down, covered in my marks, trembling with another orgasm. ”

His legs give out, but I don’t let him fall.

Never will. I keep his body against mine as I move us to the bed.

I sit on the mattress and shift him until he’s belly down astride on my lap.

I search over the table close by until I find what I’m looking for.

I take it out of the package and leave it on the mattress for now.

“You know I need to punish you, Baby Blue,” I tell him, letting my fingers trail up his perfectly shaped thighs, forming circles on the sensitive skin of his rear. “I know what you want. What you need. I know now. But you can stop me anytime.”

My words make him clench those round cheeks over and over, and I part them to give his little pucker a first look. Fucking hell, I’m going to fuck this ass so hard, it will never be the same ever again.

My hand lifts and then comes down hard, making his ass cheek jiggle, the right one—the left is still bright red.

A burning sensation spreads across my palm while my handprint appears on his skin, covering the whole cheek.

The perfect size. Sari emits an indefinable sound filled with twisted desire and uncontrollable lust.

“Just a smack, and I have you dripping on my leg. You’re so fucking responsive,” I rumble, dropping my hand down on his flesh again. I’m spanking my Sari, and he’s fucking begging for it. The wicked smirk on my face turns devilish.

“You won’t ever keep anything else from me. I want to know every tainted, impure thought passing through your mind.” I squeeze the heated flesh.

“Yes!” he cries out, pushing his sexy ass more firmly against my hand. “It burns…I love it. Your hand…more.”

“Turn your face toward the mirror on the wall.” He does so without waiting for an explanation, too eager for more. Our reflection is right there for him to see and I want him to see.

I don’t soothe him or give him words of encouragement.

What I give him is another hard smack, followed by a third, a fourth, and a fifth crack, all on the same area.

His lips are parted, letting slip small whimpering sounds; his eyes are watering, locks falling down like dark waterfalls, hands fisting the sheets.

“Count for me. If you make it to six, I’ll reward you.

” I’ve never felt the need to reward one of those faceless fucks.

I inflicted pain, and then if I felt like it, I chased ecstasy using one of their holes.

A means to an end, nothing more. But with Sari, I want to take my time and relish every single fucking hot-blooded moment.

Another smack. Every inch of his skin is exposed to my touch. Mine to do with whatever the fuck I please.

The silence tells me he’s already drunk on pain. I slap his thigh. “Why aren’t you counting?”

“O-one,” he stutters. Our reflection in the mirror is making my cock weep.

My heavily tattooed torso is such a contrast to his alabaster lines.

He’s a fascinating blend of delicate and masculine.

His long, androgynous body draped over my strong legs, covered only in those flimsy scraps of lace.

There’s something about the piece of translucent fabric that sends a burning hot chisel straight to my heavy balls.

I know he has more at home in his drawer.

I’ve seen them. Thigh highs, garters, babydolls, and bras of thin fabrics so erotic, I couldn’t help but imagine topping a slutty Sari while holding his ass cheeks open as he begs for dick.

I grab the edge of the thong and pull on it, making the thin strip of fabric between his cheeks rub against his sensitive pucker.

“Mmm. It hurts so good,” he moans, trying to move his hips. His eyes look cloudy, his back tense with anticipation, as if he’s utterly focused on my hands and the bliss they are giving him.

“Keep going,” I demand, just before another crack resounds in the room.

“Two. Ahhhh! Three-ee, four, f-five.”

“My marks on you get you all riled up, eh, Sari?” I tease him.

I grab the butt plug I left on the bed and twist the head, turning the vibration on. I trail it down his nape, his shoulders jerk at the sensation.

“Six,” he continues, moaning as I move the small vibrator further down the long, perfect curve of his spine, tracing the edge of his slutty thong. He’s visibly shaking on my lap, and when I spank him again, he jumps and cries.

I pour a generous amount of lube on the plug, and after moving the thin strip of fabric aside, I push it against his entrance. “Here is your reward,” I whisper darkly.

He pants as I keep rubbing the vibrating plug against his hole. I can see he’s already on the verge of coming, writhing and squirming, trying to push the anal toy inside.

“Please.” Fuck, he begs so damn perfectly.

I grab his left ass cheek to better witness the moment his hole spreads open and gobbles the plug right up. Damn, what a sight.

He lets out another scream, and then another when I land my hand right on his hole pushing the toy further in.

“How does it feel?” My voice sounds hoarse. I’m so damn horny.

“W-weird,” he cries out.

I chuckle darkly, wrapping a hand around his nape to hold him still. “Are you sure? The moaning mouth on your face and the greedy, hungry one down here are both telling the same story.”

I lick my palm and press it against Sari’s hole. I flex it and relax it, creating a suction around it like a vacuum that moves the vibrating toy inside him. He pumps his hips as I up the tempo. A growl leaves my throat, and I tighten my grip around his neck.

“Feel your belly coiling? Everything in your body tightening?” There is tension in my voice. I want to fuck him badly. “You like being dominated by me, like the pain I give you. Do you know why? It’s because you belong to me.” I smack his hole.

He yelps a “yes,” rubbing his dick on my lap while his hole is clenching hard around the toy inside him.

I slip two fingers in, groaning at the feel of his warm insides squeezing me so tightly.

I touch the vibrator, dragging it up and down as my fingers start fucking inside him.

His back bows while more wetness leaks on my pants.

“More,” he pleads, opening his legs a little wider.

“That’s right, spread those thighs and show me that tight hole. Fuck, yes,” I drawl. “And don’t forget to count.” I pull out my fingers and smack, smack, smack .

“Uri!” He screams my name so beautifully. Three fingers slide in without any resistance. He’s fucking ready.

“If you keep pressing there, I’ll…” Sari can’t finish his sentence as his body starts convulsing.

“Look how hard you’re coming, just from getting your hole finger fucked.

” I’m watching his reflection as I continue hitting his prostate, pushing the toy against it.

His soft, lovely features are contorted in pleasure, jaw dropped and lips parted on a silent scream, brow furrowed, nails clawing the sheet.

My hand looks good around his fragile throat.

“I’m sorry,” he utters in a raspy voice once his body calms down.

“Just tell me nobody else has made you come like this.” My tone is possessive and slightly threatening.

“Nobody. I’ve never let… Ahhhh!” He screams as I pull my fingers and the plug out. His hole looks wet and fucked out. Absolutely mine.

“Next time, I’ll leave the plug in while I rail you.” Sari must like the thought, judging by his loud gasp. “But for our first time I just want you to feel me. I’m the first one, am I not?” I made my voice dark and threatening. Because if I am not?—

“Yes!” His eyes find mine in the mirror. Such an open, eager gaze.

My hand moves over the marks left by the paddle. I wish I could erase them, carve the red skin right off. “Nobody else fucking touches you from now on. Am I clear?”

I pull him up, holding onto his neck, and twist him until he’s sitting on top of me, legs spread over both of my thighs. His back to my front. His hands land on my knees like he’s afraid to fall. I’ll never let it happen. Never let him go.

A deep groan comes out of me at the sight of him all spread out for me in the large mirror.

I can see his hard nipples through the translucent fabric of his bra—metal clamps would look so pretty pinching those succulent buds.

So many things I want to do to him, and all the time in the world to do them.

My nose nuzzles his hair, taking in his sugary apple and honey scent.

It’s intoxicating. I push his hips slightly forward to undo my pants and release my aching dick, the Jacob’s ladder extending from the bottom to the top.

I still remember the awestruck look on Sari’s face the first time he saw it in my car. Filled with filthy thoughts and need.

“You look so fucking pretty with my handprints all over your body.” I bite him hard on the neck, enjoying his sudden moan . Then I push a finger inside his mouth as I force his face toward the mirror.

He’s sucking on my digit like a starving animal. Damn, that’s hot. I need to fuck this ass.

“I want you to keep looking as I take you. I want those bedroom eyes on my dick sliding inside you.”

His nails dig into my skin, and a thick, juicy stream drips from the head of his hard cock. I rip the side of his thong, the torn lace collapses on one thigh. I grab him under both his thighs and lift his body up, lining my dick with his entrance.