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My heartbeat stutters in fear and desire.

“Turn around and get on all fours.”

Swallowing nervously at the sadistic expression in his dark eyes, I obey by getting on trembling hands and knees. I tense, waiting for the blow.

He runs the smooth leather up my thigh, toying with my head.

“This is for coming without permission,” he growls. The belt disappears and returns with a resounding crack on my spanked ass.

“Ahhh!” I scream at the biting pain.

“Stay still.”

“Please.”Smack!“I’m sorry.”Smack!“Please. God!”Smack!

The blows come thrice more and the pain sends me into subspace. Even as every inch of my body throbs, I find myself arching back and asking for more. Despite this, my pussy aches, feeling empty as it pulses its own beat.

“Beautiful painslut,” he rasps gutturally. “Mine.”

“Ahh!” I fall when he perfectly strikes right on my vulnerable asshole. I stay sobbing on the floor, craving a cock and a finger on my clit. His degrading treatment is fogging my brain with magnificent lust. His brutality is making me want to come.

I crave this.

The need to be used.

My body is nothing but a vessel to satiate his lust.

The sound of his belt hitting the ground startles me. A corded arm curls around my waist and flips me onto my back. A hungry mouth crashes onto mine, thrusting his tongue past my lips and kissing me deeply.

I grip Kingston’s hair, tugging as he plunders my mouth with rough strokes of his tongue. The kiss is wild, wet, and filthy. His hands aren’t idle either, fondling my breasts, pulling and groping. They flick and pinch my nipples until they’re red and sore.

When it’s not enough, his fingers hastily unzip my bustier from the side and he tears it away from my body. Lifting himself off me, he tears off the panties and the garter belt with expert hands until I’m naked and panting beneath him.

He’s still clothed in his dress shirt and pants.

I don’t voice my displeasure.

Whores don’t get a say.

I love the contrast and the power exchange.

Taking in my hooded eyes, he captures my throat. “The night isn’t over until I get my money’s worth.”

CHAPTER – 29

Twinkle

“I want you to come… riding my foot.”

Shock grips my bones and I blink up at Kingston. I’m kneeling at his feet while he sits on the couch, one arm casually thrown and stretched out over the back.

“I gave you an order, little whore,” he says with force.

We’re sinking into the deep end of humiliation and hardcore.

Something is terribly wrong if I’m squirming in need at his debasing order. I stare at his shiny black leather shoes, still rooted to the spot in shock.

“I can smell your arousal, filthy girl,” he rasps in a low, devious voice, running a finger down my cheek. “Be a good little slut and rub your dripping pussy on my foot. Make it glisten with your juices.”

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