HIS CURVY OBSESSION

Bastard

ELEANOR

Banks is a bastard.

My master, my Dom, is ranking number one among bastards, sitting comfortably beside Lucifer on the throne.

I am angry. Unheard. Wronged. Horny. But one emotion sits above everything else right now.

Shame.

I want to rip this blindfold off and glare at whoever might be looking at me bound, exposed, and completely degraded. I want to flip them off. Banks included. But I can’t, because the bastard has taken full ownership of my senses and every useful limb I own.

I am royally done, and somehow impossibly horny.

I have been out here for approximately forty minutes, plus or minus ten minutes , and I am so wet that I am genuinely concerned I have formed a small pool on this glass table.

Banks didn’t just suck my chest like a starving man. He filled my ass and my p***y with his toys, left the cold air to handle the rest, and walked away.

I'm Naked, butt plug in my ass, vibrator in my p***y. Clamps on my n*****s. Cold glass beneath me, blindfolded, chained and out of body experience Horny.

The cold and the arousal together is an awful combination that I would not recommend to anyone.

Add him playing with the intensity of

the vibrator in my p***y and the butt plug in my ass .... Aswear, at this point,

I'll show myself to whoever care if he'll just f**k me.

I need to be f****d, like p***y destroyed like a beast that I'm sure he's capable of,

but the bastard won't.

Yet, he has been edging me. Eight times. Eight orgasms denied in less than one hour.

He will have serious diarrhoea on his wedding day. he absolute wor...

“AHHH...fuck....” He activates the vibrator again. The toy shifts and curls inside me in a way that makes my thighs shake uncontrollably.

“PLEASE....please just....” I cry out, forgetting entirely about anyone who might be watching or laughing.

This is the worst punishment I have ever experienced. And I want it to end. And I never want it to end.

“Have you learned your lesson?”

I sit up immediately. Joy floods me so fast I could weep from that alone.

“Yes, master. Yes.”

“I want to f**k this hole till you bleed” he says, removing the butt plug. YES! I grind

my ass on the table and puff my chest forward just to show him how much I like that. Want that.

“You dripped on it, you hungry little slut.” He replaces it with two fingers. I fall forward, but his hand finds my breast from behind, pulling my back flush against his chest. He pumps his fingers steadily in and out of me. I grind my ass against him for more friction. His moan soft but deep and heard against me. He's breathing f*****g fast. More!

“And this one,” he says, withdrawing the vibrator with one sharp pull.

My brain jumble together and head explode with arousal. I try falling forward, which only makes him grip my breast and push his fingers even deeper in my ass.

Pain and pleasure ignites my body... Pleasure taking absolute preeminence.

I feel my wetness drop both from my ass and p***y. I'm really drenched.

“YES... f**k both my holes till I can’t walk, master...” I scream. I should not be requesting this when I've to go to work come day break, but it is well-established at this point that I am currently without higher brain function.

“Not yet,” he says, and his voice sounds a bit afar, like he's somewhere else. f**k YOU BANKS!

Is he a masochist? Even so, the intense pains I'm in should have gotten him so hard he gives into f*****g me.