Page 28 of Lonely
The sting was immediate.
A long, guttural groan rumbled from my throat as I stroked myself.
She whipped me again, and I pressed my forehead to the wood, jerking myself faster and harder.
This was torture. I was so hot for her.
“You’re not a man, are you? You’re a boy with mommy issues.” Another hard smack across my burning skin. “Luckily for you, no other woman here can play your Mommy better than me.” She removed her shoe and hit my ass with the heel. I cursed, gritting my teeth.
That hurt.
She spat on my back hole before I felt the tip of her heel press against me, hard and sharp. I held still, barely daring to breathe as she inched it inside.
She cooed near my ear, leaning over me and scraping her sharp nails over my balls. “You like Mommy, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I admitted, almost panting.
“Jerk yourself faster for me.” She straightened and whacked the backs of my thighs. Then she gave the shoe a light tap. “You look so pretty with my heel in your ass, Doctor. If you’re a good boy, I’ll let you come with it inside you. But if you’re a bad boy”—she dragged her nails up my leg and over my ass cheek—“Mommy will have no choice but to whip your balls black and blue.”
“Fuck,” I groaned, my knees trembling. “Hurt me. Please.”
Her laughter chimed like bells, but then she whipped my balls. I cried out, hissing a sharp breath through my teeth.
A climax hit me then, and I came harder than ever before, stroking my cock as it squirted cum on the floor. Anna put her shoe back on and inspected her nails while I tried to catch my breath.
What is she doing to me?
“She’s a witch,”Mother whispered.“A Devil worshipper.”
“You made a mess,” Anna chided.
Her heels clicked on the floor as she collected her dress and slid it back on.
“Lick it clean.”
When I didn’t immediately reply, she screamed, “Now!” like a banshee.
I almost smacked my head against the floor in my hurry to drop to my hands and knees and glide my tongue through the cum until it was all gone.
There was nothing like being treated like a dirty floor toy to make my cock twitch.
Textbook case of masochistic fixation.
Blood-red heels appeared in my vision. Anna set her shoe on my head to keep me down and dug the heel into my temple.
“I knew you were kinky, Doctor, but this is a pleasant surprise.” She sighed. “I’m going to keep you. And if you try to run away, baby . . .”
The heel pressed into my cheek as she smiled and shifted her foot. “I’ll have no choice but to kill you. After I fuck you silly, of course.”
My cock grew hard again, and a huff of breath escaped me.
Her heel disappeared. She walked out, leaving me panting on the floor.
She’d promised I’d get to hurt her, but the night had taken another interesting turn.
“Disgusting,”Mother muttered, her lavender scent drifting into my nose.
“Shut up. I have a new mother now.” My eyes grew heavy. “I like her better.”
