Page 111 of Seven+Four

“Please,” I can barely gasp out. He thrusts his tongue into me, spearing me open, my already stretched rim giving way for him, eager to be filled again.

“Tell me you love me.” I hear the words burrowing into my body, making it vibrate.

“Please, Ur…ahhh, please take it off. I can’t…” I’m on the edge of madness. Hands still trapped on my back, his long fingers around my wrists. My rock-hard dick is jerking and yelling, “have pity!”

“Say it!” he growls before pulling hard on the chains, yanking my torso up. My arms burn, my back aches splendidly.

He slides the ring around my cock off with a confident pull—sucking all the air from my lungs—and then eats my hole like his only job is to feed. I struggle to keep still; my hips move on their own, my dick weeps incessantly, as Uri increases the pace of his tongue-fucking. He licks up and down my crack, then swirls his tongue on the rim like he’s enjoying every single inch of me. This is the first time since he slid the blindfold onto me that I wish I could see him.

“So much to play with,” he breathes possessively on my overly sensitive pucker.

When his warm palm pulls and squeezes my balls, it’s game over. My head rolls back, my guts seem to tear under the pressure of the most powerful climax. On a wail, I scream, “I love youuu…”

My essence rises up to the ceiling and then plummets down, filling my shuddering body again as I paint the wall with ropes of cum.

“Mmm,” he hums with gusto as he gives a last lick, making me jolt.

His fingers start whispering over the skin of my back, possessively tracing the bites, bruises, and scratches he made. Every touch is reverent and entitled, reminding me who I belong to. His hand stops on the U on the rise of my left butt cheek.

“Your skin is painted with my marks. You are my own personal, and only, masterpiece, Baby Blue.”

The madness and obsession in his voice, the force of his dominance, I melt under it.

“But it seems you need some more since I had to repeat myself three times before I got my answer.” There’s a hint of irritation in his teasing tone. I hear him shifting behind me. Then the rustle of clothes and the clinking of metal…his belt. Oh shit! Goose bumps erupt all over my arms, still pinned down, and my dick twitches with renewed anticipation.

I’m so drawn by him that I edge backward, pressing my ass into his palm.

He takes hold of the chains on my wrists again as I push my forehead against the wall. Waiting…eagerly for the punishment to start.

“I’m going to give you three stripes across with my belt as a punishment for your selfish behavior.” The sudden feel of smooth leather dragging along my spine makes me tense. Heat coils in my gut.

“One for each time you made me ask.” The small growl that comes out of him pushes a whimper up my throat. The leather continues its slow, cold journey over my nape, my shoulder, and down my arm, almost leaving a flaming trail.

Having reached my limit, I exclaim, “Do it!”

“You sure you’re ready?” He’s still teasing me. Can this be called edging as well? For a masochist like me, it must be.

“Only I know if I’m ready or not! I want it,” I utter with impatience, biting at the inside of my lip to stop myself from begging again.

I arch my back and stick my ass out instead, going for a tempting move. Hopefully he’ll bite. It sends a tremble of excitement down my spine, and I suck in a deep breath and hold it. I hear the belt cutting the air just before it strikes hard across my ass. The harsh sound echoes in the room as I squeeze my eyes. My body jerks against the sharp pain, and I let out a moan and a cry as the lower half of my butt is set on fire.

Ohmygodyes!My brain is again on strike as my breath quivers. My body has the reins right now, and all it wants is more. I’m high on pain and I don’t want to get down ever again.

The leather belt strikes again, a little higher this time.Spank!My ass stays in the same position, even though my legs feel like jelly. The pain tastes like surrender and intoxication.

“The sight of those cherry-red welts across your plump, bouncing ass. Fuck, Baby Blue!” I’m barely aware of his aroused voice as he slaps his hard, leaking dick against the burning skin, making me hiss and then shiver with pleasure.

I can feel the drops of sweat forming along my spine as he continues blowing my mind in the best way possible.

“Here comes the last one,” he warns me. I freeze, don’t think I’m even breathing, as I feel his soothing thumb rubbing over my lower back.

My thighs shake just a little as I strain to get my ass higher for him.Swoosh, spank!The pain hasn’t yet spread over my skin when I feel Uri’s mouth sucking along the red lines. When I finally register it and the scorching ache unfurls like hot flames over my flesh, I start making weird little noises like a small kitten. I don’t know what I’m feeling. It’s like my brain can’t recognize pleasure from pain anymore, but my dick doesn’t care as another orgasm hits me hard. Cum shoots out from my once again untouched shaft, and my hole pulses, still wanting to be filled, craving what Uri—and only my Uri—can give me. My throat hurts from how many times I’ve cried out. I shiver as his tongue keeps tormenting me, lapping, spitting, then sucking again. His fingers rub over my cockhead, scooping some cum.

“I fucking love the salty tang of your jizz,” he growls. His words sound crazy hot to me, but I might be drunk on orgasms. I’m also not sure whether the tingling and prickling sensation in my nipples is the result of his pinching or just my reaction to his voice.

On impulse, I blindly turn my head around as I straighten up and clumsily search for his mouth. When I find it, I give him a kiss that leaves my lips feeling bruised. He holds on to the backof my neck as I break the kiss, just so he can crush his mouth on mine. Our tongues tangle and battle until I find myself sitting on top of him, face to face. I hiss for a moment as my ass touches his thighs. Then the blindfold is slipped off my eyes, leaving me blinking at him.

It takes a while for my eyes to adjust, and if I didn’t love him and trust him more than anyone else on earth, I’d be terrified of the naked possession stamped all over his face. Like he wants to eat me alive. So profoundly and intensely focused on me and only me.

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