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delicious-looking, I have to lean down, bite the lovely curve of her ass, then bite again and again, leaving teeth marks all over her ass, her lower back, her spine, her shoulders. And the whole time she’s yelping, squirming in a way that makes her back twist and dance like a snake of gorgeously tempting flesh that I have to kiss, to draw my tongue over in between taking that same delicate flesh between my teeth. And soon I break the skin, the metallic scent of blood like magic to me. I have to fuck her ass now—as if I didn’t before—but the smell of blood really makes my head swim, makes my body hum with a ravenous desire.
    Pressing the head of my cock against that sweet little puckered hole, I thrust, sliding in with a single motion. She gasps, cries out, making me smile. I begin a hard pumping, hard and deep and fast, hammering into her. In moments I hear her really start to cry, but it only makes my smile spread into an evil grin. It only makes me fuck her harder, my lust fed by her beautiful tears, flesh for the hungry beast. And I grab her by the hair, pulling her head up, her body, until we’re both on our knees. Taking her jaw in my hand, I squeeze, turn her face so I can see her crying. Her cheeks are wet. She’s sobbing quietly. And still, I’m bucking into her fiercely. Savagely. And pleasure is like a tightly bound coil in my belly and my balls, in the pumping head of my iron-hard dick. I hold it back, but soon I can’t fucking take it anymore, and I come, filling her ass with my jizz.
    “Fuck, yeah.”
    Wrapping an arm around her waist, I pull her down onto the straw with me, spooning her, my softening cock still deep in her ass.
    Her breath is a hard panting— I can feel it under my hand on her stomach. Her hips are undulating the slightest bit. She’s a good girl, after all. A good slave. But she’s as taken away by desire as I am. Reaching around, I press onto her tight clit, the flesh swollen with need. I shift my hand until I can use the knuckle of my finger to tease her clitoris, and with the side of my thumb I press just into her sweet, slick cunt.
    “Oh…Oh!”
    She comes in a torrent, her cunt gushing with her juices, my beautiful, squirting girl. Nice to know she can do that. Fucking hell, more than nice.
    Slipping from her ass, I quickly use a handful of the straw to wipe down my cock before tossing it aside, then roughly turning her onto her back, I force her knees up with my hands, spreading her pussy wide. Then, still holding one leg up, I push my fingers into her soaking cunt and begin to work her g-spot, rubbing at it until I feel it swell. Then, using a quick, rough, up-and-down motion, I pump her cunt until she starts to yell. Until her pussy gushes and she squirts all over the straw and her own thighs and mine as I kneel between her legs.
    “Again.” I command.
    She whimpers—maybe that’s all she’s capable of at this point—and acquiesces, her body relaxing, knowing what to do in order to let herself gush for me. This time I watch her face as it builds, as she screams, as she squirts like mad, soaking us both once more.
    When it’s over she’s panting hard, shaking all over, small spasms still wracking her body. And her very helplessness does something to me. I pull her upright, into my arms, into my lap, and hold her tight.
    This girl…she touches me. And even though the catalyst is sex and kink, it doesn’t matter. It’s only a catalyst. The important thing here is that she’s gotten to me, gotten inside me. Inside my heart and my fucking soulless soul. But she’s too damn beautiful at this moment for me to be afraid of anything. I am filled with wanting—wanting to some raging degree. It feels like madness. It feels like everything I never knew I wanted. It makes me feel in some way like a different person.
    Her head is on my shoulder as she catches her breath, her arms limp at her sides, which is the correct manner for servitude. I take her arms and loop then