Page 32 of Surprise Bratva Daddy

Back and forth he goes, until the lines between pain and pleasure blur, and my body begins to associate the sting of the leather with his masterful touch. He seems to read my mind, or what's left of it, and switches entirely to the crop, tapping my clit with it until I can barely breathe.

I've never felt something like this. It's as though all the blood in my body is simultaneously pulsating in my pussy and my head, giving me a rush like no other while the rest of my body is starved of sensation.

I can't feel my hands and feet, but it isn't because of the straps. They're not so tight, but my brain can only process so much at once, and the maddening tap of the crop against my clit eclipses everything else.

I moan, my legs trembling, but there's nothing else I can do. I'm powerless and trapped, forced to endure the most mind-numbing pleasure of my life. Zane keeps tapping the crop against my clit, making it harder and harder as I lose control.

When I climax, I squirt. I've never done that before, but I can't contain it. My muscles contract, and my back arches, and I let loose. Something inside of me finally opens up, and the rush of pleasure is so powerful that I'm blinded by it.

It feels like my entire body is floating, and I don't even care that Zane is watching. It's too good, and I'm too lost. I don't care about anything right now except riding the high.

I open my eyes and see Zane grinning. "Did you like that?" he asks, stroking my pussy gently with the end of the riding crop.

"Yes," I answer between labored breaths.

"Good. Because it's only the beginning. Tonight, I'm going to have you do things that would make a porn star blush. I'm going to ruin you once and for all. The innocence was a cute look for you, but now you're going to be my whore." He smirks, dropping the crop on the floor. "But maybe you'd like to rehydrate first."

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Zane

Iwanted to wait longer to bring Monroe here, but I see that she’s drawn to danger. She couldn’t stay away from my little sex dungeon, and that’s going to cost her dearly. Her identity is going to be destroyed and replaced with that of a submissive slut, and I can’t wait to transform her.

I’ll admit that I like how shy she is, the way she blushes and turns away when I talk dirty to her, but I realize that shy girls don’t fully trust dangerous men like me. I need her to be more confident, and it starts in the bedroom.

Really, everything comes down to sex. It’s one of two most important instincts we have. Survival and reproduction.

I grab a cold drink for Monroe out of the cooler in the corner of the room, bringing it over to her as she sits up on the table.

Her wrists have delicious marks from where the leather bound her to the table, but those will fade in a few minutes. The ones I leave on her soul, however, will never go away.

“You did good for your first time,” I say, handing her the drink.

She cracks the seal and gulps it down like she hasn’t had anything all day. She wipes her mouth with her arm, and gives me a funny look. “What do you mean by that? For my first time? How was I supposed to act?”

“I mean, you didn’t tap out,” I say. “I could tell you were a little overwhelmed, but that’s the point of it. You’re supposed to be pushed as close to your limit as possible. I’m just happy you were able to enjoy the finish. Not everyone’s body allows them to do that.”

Monroe blushes. Her cheeks are almost as red as the light in the room, which gives her skin a beautiful glow. I want to kiss her, but before I do anything too romantic, I need to have her again. It's all well and good that she got her orgasm, but it's time I have mine. Seeing her squirming on the table has made me so hard it feels like my cock is about to burst.

"Are you ready to keep going?" I ask, running my hand up her leg.

She nods, a smirk on her pretty lips. "You said you were going to ruin me," she says. "I'm not leaving until you've done that."

"Then get on your knees, darling," I growl, pushing her onto the floor as I remove my pants.

She's quick to get into position, looking up at me with a lusty expression on her face. Her mouth is slightly open, and her eyes are wide and full of wonder. I can't resist her anymore. My cock is already throbbing, and she hasn't even touched it yet.

I grab a handful of her hair and yank her head back, forcing her mouth open wider. She gasps as I shove my cock inside her, pressing it against the back of her throat. She gags, and a moment later, her eyes water. "Keep going," I order, thrusting in and out of her mouth. "God, that feels incredible."

I can tell she's struggling, but she's doing her best. spit is running down her chin, dribbling onto the floor at my feet. I love the way she looks when she's overwhelmed almost as much as I love the way her body makes mine feel.

I pull her head away from my cock, pushing her back onto the floor. "Spread your legs," I command. "I'm going to take you right here, right now."

She obeys me, spreading her legs as she lies back on the carpeted floor. Her fingers clench the thick fibers as I come for her, pushing her legs even further apart with the palms of my hands to expose her swollen pussy. It shimmers in the low light, mesmerizing me with its perfection.

She's so fucking wet that she's soaked the carpet underneath her, and as soon as I push my cock inside her, the smell of her arousal fills the air. It drives me crazy in a way that nothing else ever has, stimulating me to fuck her harder. I lean forward, pinning her wrists to the ground as I start fucking her.

The moans she lets out are pure music to my ears, and I can tell by the way her body reacts that she loves every moment of this. Her body is trembling beneath mine, and her muscles are flexing, her belly rolling as she experiences my cock deep inside her.

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