Page 60 of Curse

I leave her, trembling with sweat dripping off her, to pull four shackles out of a box in the corner. The metal cuffs clang against the chains and the concrete floor, and she turns to watch me, her mouth open, her round tits hanging down, heaving with each breath.

I clamp the first cuff to her wrist and then attach it to the metal ring in the wall that she’s been holding onto, forcing her to let go, then do the same for the other wrist.

“Hold on to the chain. Do not hold on to the ring on the wall,” I order.

She grunts and follows my direction, the full weight of her upper body on the cuffs now, causing them to cut into her wrists.

The last two cuffs I use to shackle her ankles. I attach those to metal rings embedded in the floor, forcing her to spread her legs so wide that she can no longer reach the rings on the wall if she wanted to.

Her upper body is suspended, held up by the chains and shackles. She has to shift her weight back into her hips in order to avoid falling forward. Her thighs and calf muscles will be burning in no time.

I growl, walking around her, admiring my handiwork, raking my gaze from the shackles up to her thick thighs, over her round ass red with handprints and belt marks. Her back is arched and her shoulders are pulled back, her big tits showing through her long hair. Those beautiful brown eyes, large and wet, staring at me. Waiting. Expectant. Starving.

I undo my pants and pull out my hard cock. I run my palm over the head, already damp with pre-cum, and stroke theshaft as she eyes it hungrily.

“You want this, kitten?”

I don’t know if she realizes she’s doing it, but she drags her tongue along her bottom lip as she nods. The last threads of my self control start to snap.

I step between the chains held taut between her wrists and the wall, standing in front of her, my cock inches from her mouth. “Siena…” My voice is a hard warning.

Her eyelids are heavy over her dark chocolate eyes, her mouth hanging open. “I want your cock.”

Holy shit. I’m so hard it’s painful, her hot breath on the head of my dick. Fuck. The corners of my mouth twitch into a sneer.

“Where do you want my cock?” My voice comes out harsh, angry.

“I want your cock in my mouth,” she groans, her lips parting.

Another thread of self control snaps.

“Beg.”

Her gaze snaps up to meet mine. I don’t know what she sees on my face, but whatever it is triggers a look of anger mixed with fear and desire.

I grab her hair and yank her head back, gripping my shaft with my other hand, brushing the head of my cock against her wet lips.

“I told you I’d make you beg, Siena. Punishment, remember? Now beg. Beg me to fuck your face.”

“Please, Matti.” Her eyes are wet as she stares up at me, flicking her tongue over the tip of my cock. I groan. “Please, Matti. Please fuck my mouth. Please. I want to taste you.”

Jesus fucking Christ.

I release her hair and pull her chin down to open her lipswider to accommodate me. With the other hand, I guide my cock all the way into her mouth. My size is significant enough that I usually let the woman sucking my dick choose the depth and pacing, but not Siena. Siena is mine, and part of her punishment is me using her face just like I’m going to use the fuck out of her pussy when I’m done.

I groan as she closes her lips around me and sucks me into the back of her throat. Her hot wet mouth wrapped around me coupled with the loud smacking sound of her sucking me off does me in.

The last thread snaps.

If she is under the impression that I am a nice guy based on my behavior in the shower, I’m about to change her mind. Viciously.

I grab two handfuls of her hair at the back of her neck and pull her head back, forcing her to look up at me so I have a straight path into her throat. Shoving my cock into her mouth forcefully, I fuck her face hard and fast, watching her big brown eyes blur with tears.

My hips thrust, fucking her mouth hard, her gag reflex kicking in with each deep stroke even though I can’t fit all of me in. Spit and tears mix on her face, but she doesn’t pull away.

She’s perfect, taking everything I give her. Which means I need to give her more, make her beg me to stop. It’s the only way I’m going to tame whatever it is that I become when it comes to her, this version of myself that is out of control and ready to defy my own family. If she doesn’t tell me to stop, I won’t have the ability to stop myself.

“Breathe through your nose, Siena,” I command, and she works to comply, dragging in a breath in stops and starts as Ifuck her mouth relentlessly.

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