She had bound him once or twice, but he had not really enjoyed it.
The fear was pussy cumshot too strong.
He had one of the cords in his hands.
She offered her pussy cumshot wrist at once.
Slowly pussy cumshot, watching her eyes, he tied it pussy cumshot.
Then the other one, and her ankles, spreading her on the bed.
She tugged lightly pussy cumshot.
One wrist came loose.
She offered it again.
He tied her more securely.
"What is your desire, Master?" she whispered again.
He was amazed at the effect her bound body has on him.
His penis surged to pussy cumshot in immediate, massive erection.
He moved over her, pressing his hot penis against her.
He put his finger on her lips and shook his head.
Then he plunged into her, forcing her to accept the entire massive length of him in a single savage thrust.
Her jaw clenched as she arched in pain.
He had not tried to arouse her and she pussy cumshot was still dry.
Somehow, she managed not to scream, panting with the effort to keep silent.
He drew back and slammed into her again.
She bucked under him, her head whipping back and forth as the pussy cumshot pain again ripped through her.
He pussy cumshot felt something hard and cruel coiling in his mind, her pain feeding an emotion he shied away from and yet wanted.
Again, he thrust.
A soft whimper.
His hand lashed out and he slapped her.
She sucked in a shuddering breath as her tears slipped down her cheeks.
His eyes were flat and cold as he plunged hard and deep.
She made no sound, her tear filled pussy cumshot eyes locked on his, her body now limp as he pounded deep into her.
His orgasm was hard and sudden.
As it faded, he realized she had not moved with him, had not joined his release.
He pulled out of her.
His hand went between her legs.
He felt the wetness, but it seemed...
He saw the blood when he looked at his hand.
That pussy cumshot shocked him pussy cumshot.
He released her at once and backed away pussy cumshot from her.
What had he done?
He saw the marks pussy cumshot of his hands on her cheeks.
free cumshot pussy
The hard coil of hate and pussy cumshot rage surfaced in his mind.
He was Master tonight.
A soft touch on his knee.
He felt the pussy cumshot rage flare.
He looked into her eyes expecting, wanting, to see fear.
He saw tears and pain.
And understanding pussy cumshot.
She crossed her wrists and held them out to him pussy cumshot.
He gripped them tight in one large hand.
He drew the other back to strike her again, watching her eyes, waiting for the fear.
