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She was mindlessly nodding her head while she cried and I picked up the speed, drawing back and slamming inside of her, slapping off from her ass and thighs. I was drawn to all the times we fucked in Greece, in my bedroom, the playroom, outside in the garden. Those memories haunted me for two months.

“Yes, nice and fucking deep until it hurts,” I said thrusting back and forth, bouncing off the back of her ass only to drive myself back inside her incredible pussy.

I felt her legs shake as she screamed, her pussy exploded around me as I continued to fuck her but I felt her squirt with liquid gushing out of her cunt. I slapped her ass as hard as I could using my fingers to catch her and she contributed to contract around me. The bite of pain always gave her a little extra. I held myself inside her until she was finished.

I wasn't.

Chapter 34

Amari

The man was an evil genius and I handed him the keys to the kingdom, but as I lay there destroyed yet satiated, I didn't care. The way he edged me and made me cum was something new. When he pulled out of me I realised two things—my legs were soaked and he hadn't orgasmed.

He pulled the plug out of my ass and climbed on top of the bench, I turned to look at him over my shoulder to see him crouch over my back with his cock pointing towards my ass. His words came back, something about tearing up my ass. I placed my face back on the bench and closed my eyes. He rested his hand on my shoulder and I felt his cock nudge against my asshole.

“This might hurt,” he said but I could hear the smile in his voice which made me smile and my ass muscles twitch.

All I could think of was the night I woke up to him fucking me and the way he took my ass that night still made my insides quiver. He brought me back into the moment by pushing past my tight muscles, the initial entry was always painful.

“There you go,” he said squeezing my shoulder. “Keep it nice and relaxed, we both know how much you love a good ass fuck.”

I groaned but did as he commanded, grunting when he pushed deeper. He held himself there pushing back and forth, easing me open with his girth before he pressed deeper. I panted throughthe discomfort but he had begun to drive deeper, harder and faster.

His other hand moved onto the bench close to my face as he continued to spear me with his hard cock. Then I felt his thighs rubbing against me each time he sank into me. The constant barrage of movement opened me up wide enough for him to drive his entire length into me. I tugged at my wrists and tried to move my legs to push my ass toward him.

“Yes, I missed this ass. You're such an anal slut. I love it,” he growled, pummelling me harder.

The pain of him driving deep, keeping me open, using my asshole for his pleasure and the sensation of his cock moving inside me made me shudder. I wanted to scream his name, shout for more to let me cum again but all I could manage was gasps of air being pushed out of my lungs each time he drove into me.

I didn’t know how many people were watching us but it added a depraved edge. I began to bark when I felt my second orgasm approach, his deep pounding motion increased and I started to cry out but the sound caught at the back of my throat as the waves of pleasure crashed down on me, I clenched around his length. All of my muscles clamping up until he stopped moving and held himself inside of me.

“I knew you would cum again from a hard ass fucking,” he said before he pulled out of me.

I heard him climb down but I lay there depleted of all energy until he picked up the metal bowl. My head moved in sync with him until he stood beside me with his hard cock in his hand. I blinked at him in confusion until he started to wank his cock rapidly. His eyes closed and I glanced at his hand moving up and down his dick before he groaned.

Thick white cum rained into the bowl, splashing the edges before sliding down to the bottom of the bowl. He never stopped wanking his cock until he was done. His cum spurt out in rapid jets, each one landing in the bowl. This was my pre-breakfast ritual happening in Club X. I glanced at the window and my mouth fell open at the size of the crowd.

“Fuck, I needed that,” he said before he placed the bowl on the floor and unbuckled my wrists before he helped me down. “You know what to do, take your time.”

I dutifully dropped to my hands and knees, crawling to the bowl, leaning down to reach his musky, salty cum. My tongue swirled around the cum that was now cold against the metal.

“Good, little cumslut. Lap it all up,” he said rubbing the plug down the crack of my ass before sliding it inside me. “I want that bowl to sparkle by the time you're done.”

I did what he asked and took my time, savouring his offering, ignoring the people witnessing my subservience. Stefanos rewarded me by playing with my pussy, gently circling his fingers over my clit while I played with his semen, savouring it.

My second visit to Club X was far more satisfying than the first.

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I sat on his lap on the way home with his arms wrapped around me and I snuggled into his shoulder to rest my head. He’d removed my dog mask and I decided the light one was much more comfortable. It had taken us a little time to get cleaned up, and once I was dressed again, we watched some of the show on the stage.

It was a nut-smushing dominatrix who had not one but two male submissives on the stage with her. I couldn't take my eyes off their cock cages or the way the whip left marks but Stefanos was eager to get home, promising me that we could return.

“You can't back out,” he said adamantly while I stared at his neck.

“Back out?” I asked confused.

“You agreed to marry me,” he said, turning to look at me.

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