Bratva's Brat (Loftry University Playthings 2)
Unable to speak with her mouth held ajar, she nods, her gaze beginning to look a little hazy. Letting go of her jaw, I let her swallow and answer, her voice still strong and coherent. A thin line of saliva trickles down the side of her mouth and across her cheek. Smirking, I thumb it away before opening her jaw again. This time, she's prepared. Taking in a huge lungful, she expands her ribcage to its fullest, putting her tits on display. Surging forward, I slide myself deep inside her, holding onto her mouth with one hand and grabbing a nipple with the other.
The sudden sensation of pain sends her bucking up against her bonds, a half-hearted squeal trying to force itself around my girth. The only thing she manages to do is expel all the air she's taken in. As I count down in my mind, I watch her body, learning her limits as her body twitches around me in frantic jumps. I watch her fingers curl and uncurl in fast movements, the agitated movements becoming more pronounced the longer she can't breathe.
By this point, Ivan's thrusting seems to be going unnoticed, with her body craving air more than a cessation from the pain. Either that or my hellcat is a little pain slut that likes a bite of agony. Pulling out, I look down at her face, pleased to see that hazy look about her. She smiles and wiggles into her bonds like a kitten that just found a warm spot. Perfect. I drive in again, this time pumping in and out, matching my thrusts with Ivan. Her body bows up in what looks like pleasure as we both pound into her.
Groaning around my length, she dances her tongue up and down my shaft as I slide deep down, setting off her gag reflex, before dragging myself back. I let go of her chin and skim my hands down her chest and over her taut stomach. My balls draw up even tighter as she moans about me, sending vibrations through my cock. Taking care to not disturb the new piercing too much, I keep my touches feather-light as I flick my finger over her pert nub.
Her breathing quickens as I turn all my attention to her pleasure. I'm close. So very close, but despite everything, she's taken this hellacious ordeal like a champ. Since I'm feeling charitable, I want her to come, hard, with my cock lodged in her throat. Surging forward, I drive in deep, my balls once again covering her nose. I trip my fingers across her, wresting an orgasm from her luscious body. On a scream that's muffled by my dick, her body tightens up like a string that's wound way too tight before exploding in a flurry of undulations. Her throat and mouth grip me as the orgasm rocks through her body, setting me off. I pull back and grip her chin again as I ride out my release, pumping hard and fast as cum pours down her throat and fills her mouth.
She writhes all the harder, tossing her head back and forth in a feeble attempt to unseat me from her mouth. Not going to happen. I hold her still for just a second more. Pulling out, I unlatch her hand restraints with an unprecedented speed before sitting her up, so she doesn't choke. I watch as she gags and attempts to spit it out. Oh no. This is part of her punishment, and she’ll take all of it.
Pinching her nose again, I slam her mouth shut until her throat convulses with her swallowing. She takes as much as she can with only a little bit escaping through her lips. With a gentle swipe, I wipe off the errant bits and pry her mouth open. Gagging sounds reach my ears as I scrub her tongue with the rest of my essence. Satisfied, I clutch her close to my body as Ivan continues to drive in and out of her bottom hole, his eyes glued to us as he grips her hips in furious need. I pluck at Chelsea's nipples, sending another moan skittering through her body, her revulsion at swallowing apparently forgotten under the onslaught of other sensations. Ivan's eyes turn feral as he watches her writhe in my arms. A few more pumps, and he too roars in release.
Ivan runs his hands along her legs as he stays in her for a moment, I'm assuming, until he gets soft. Chelsea's eyes flutter a bit as she lays limp in my arms. I lay her back down, a smidgeon of pride blooming in my heart. No other submissive of mine would have been able to take that sort of abuse. My heart constricts as I watch her laying there, her skin pale, her breathing shallow. I couldn't have picked a better submissive for this mission, but knowing she may never come back leaves me with an ache I can't define or even want to contemplate. As Ivan finally pulls free, I walk over to the nearby sink and wet down a few towels. I toss one to him and start wiping down her mouth and throat.
"Go get her some water."
With a nod, Ivan finishes wiping her down before leaving the room. Moving back to her crotch, I stare at her glistening folds, dreading the moment that someone else may have her. Would she moan and writhe under their touch as she did mine? Shaking my head, I reach over to the piercing tray and grab the small silicone shield. It snaps into place, held onto the small ball at the top. Now, even if she wanted to, she couldn't get herself off without permission. My little hellcat will soon learn that all pleasure comes from me, and never again will she be allowed to steal my orgasms away. With an evil smirk, I grab a cotton swab and swirl it around in a special saline solution. Now, she'll have no choice but to be honest.
Rubbing the mixture all over the shield, I wedge it underneath where the salt will help heal the piercing as well as keep it clean and sterile. Ivan returns with a glass and begins rousing Chelsea, coaxing her to drink. At first, she tries to resist until her brain registers exactly what's being offered. She takes in huge gulps, enough that I'm worried she's about to make herself sick. Before I can warn her to go slow, Ivan takes the glass away and sets it on the floor. Her eyes are huge in the dim light; expressions flit across her face so fast that I can't even begin to discern what's going on in that brain of hers.
With gentle movements, I unlatch her ankles and begin kneading her muscles, bringing blood and sensation back into her lower limbs. The moan she gives is pure decadence. Despite just getting off, I twitch at the lurid sounds leaving her mouth. Memo to me, use massages as a reward. I tamp down the tenderness that threatens to rise up as I tend to her. No other submissive ever had me see to their needs after we were done. Yet another first between this little bird and I. If I'm not careful, she's liable to turn me into a softie, and that just won't do. However, I don't see anything wrong with rewarding her for a job well done. At least not this once.