Tormented

Until he tugged on the string.

He wasn’t going to pull the clothespins off, was he? Then again, the string was there for a reason.

“De Reyes and Chang,” he reminded her. “Or, Carlos and Dawson, as you seem to prefer.”

Shit. She had hoped he’d forgotten. What could she say? She had run out of ideas. Or her current state didn’t make it easy to access any ideas that could be had.

“If I had anything worth telling...” she began.

...I would. But it was getting harder to lie to him. He seemed to know when she was lying. Maybe she wasn’t a good liar.

She tried a different strategy. “I could be a good pet. A very good pet, Master.”

“Yeah?” he responded with interest.

“I could suck your cock whenever you wanted.”

He shoved harder into her.

Encouraged, she said, “Your cock is so tasty, I could suck it all day long, Master.”

“Anytime? Anywhere?”

“Yes, Master.”

“What else?”

“What else would Master want?”

“Your arse.”

She hesitated. It had been a while since she’d had anal sex. And her last boyfriend had had a long but more narrow cock.

“If that’s what Master wants.”

Leaning over her, he wound some of her braids into his fist. “Say it like you mean it.”

“You can have my ass.”

“Beg for it.”

“Please take my ass.”

“You can do better.”

“Please fuck my ass, Master.”

“Convince me.”

His other hand had slipped between their bodies. He fondled her clit with his thumb.

“I haven’t been anal fucked in years,” she murmured, loving the stimulation on her clit while his cock stroked her inside. “My ass is nice and tight. Ready to be stretched by you, Master.”

He plunged himself deeper into her.

“And you want my ass,” she continued. “I bet you wanted it the instant you saw it.”

With a groan, he slammed his hips at her several times, rattling her to the core. Letting go of her hair, he grabbed her ass, dragging her back to the edge of the table so he could drill himself farther into her. She could hear the wetness of her pussy in the juicy slaps of flesh against flesh.