You do not cvm before your master.
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He flung her into the bed, like a sack of grain ready for the market.
He'd carried her on his shoulders through the stairs, into the room.
She shifted forwards, but he turned around to a wardrobe that stood on the side of the wall, alone.
It looked dusty. Weird, because the other things in the room were squeaky clean.
What the f**k is he doing?
He turned around to glance at her.
Why was she driving him this insane?— her scent, the way she moaned and her pitiful state aroused him so much.
He opened the wardrobe door and took out a whip and a belt.
He hasn't used this since his wife died. He felt guilty thinking about this now, but the thought of the little girl he was about to punish shook it off.
She flinched seeing what he held.
Was he going to... on her? The heat burned harder between her thighs.
Fuck. She'd heard of things like this but why was she getting excited that it was going to happen to her?
She took her clothes, her knees on the bed as she moved closer.
"No" he pushed her head down.
"I do the punishing. You're the b***h that can't take orders"
The words seemed to spark something within her, she could feel herself getting wetter.
Why? Just, why? She should be angry at this bastard, but why does she feel like she could go insane from the excitement?
He took her hands and tied them again the bed post, her ass wiggling in a doggy style.
Fuck. Why the f**k did they look so pretty? And why do they remind him–
His d**k twitched. He wanted pound that ass so badly. To shove his c**k in and ruin her.
He took the whip, "First lesson. You shouldn't doubt your master" he lashed it on her.
She whimpered. The pain of the whip and this situation were just too complicated to make out.
Fuck. This was so exciting, they'd actually felt so good.
"Repeat that" he commanded.
"You shouldn't.. doubt.. your master" she repeated.
Fuck. His d**k was starting to twitch uncontrollably. The way she looked, ready to be ruined.
"Second. You always obey your Master"
"You.. always obey.. your.. master" she repeated.
What was this filling? This heat that was crawling up into her head?
"Master" she calls out, shaking her ass.
"I'll always obey you. So.. please"
What the hell was she saying? Just stick it in already, you perverted f**k.
He couldn't hold himself back at this point.
He shifted her ass forward, and with his hand pressed his c**k into her wet p***y.
He groaned as he pressed in. The warmth and wetness wrapped his c**k, welcoming him in.
She moaned, as his length filled her up. Time seemed to slow down at that moment.
He pulled her hair to himself as he moved slowly
Why the f**k was he going so slowly? Her mind felt like it could shatter.
Faster. Faster...
"Faster..." She mumbled.
She could feel like length increase slightly as she said that.
"Faster, Master" she turned her head, slightly to his face.
Fuck. This was too seductive. His mind was beginning to cloud. He grabbed her neck, quickening his pace as he thrusted.
She felt like she was suffocating. He was owning every inch of her so hardly but she didn't want it to end.
"Hnngg..."
"Yes, Master"
"Fuck.... Yes!!"
This was so good. So good... What was she here about?..
Her moans beneath him, made him more excited. They gave him more strength as he pushed in harder.
This was dangerous. He wanted to ruin her, each thrust harder than the last, but it felt like he was getting swallowed in.
Swallowed into something bigger than this... This feeling that felt like his mind was crumbling.
This lust.
He could feel her p***y tightening. Was she about to c*m?
"Fuck..." She walked, grabbing the sheets tightly. She could feel it coming.
He pulled out immediately, cutting the feeling off.
What? Why did he do that? She looked back at him
He brings his head to her ears, "Third, you do not c*m before your master"
What the f**k is wrong with him? Her p***y was throbbing uncontrollably like it was a f*****g bomb ticker and he's giving a lesson?
He smirked as he untied her. He laid the bed, his back to bed post.
"Sit on it"
"Ride it, like your life and your father's depends on it"
Fuck. She just wanted to be pounded right now. Right. Her father. This cruel man. She was her for him.
She climbed on it, slowly filling her p***y with his c**k. Any deeper and it could leave a scar.
He pressed her down, his length filling her up.
She moaned sharply, from the pain and excitement.
"Now, move" he commanded.
"Y-Yes..." she stuttered, "Yes, master"
He cupped her breast with his mouth, his tongues playing with her n****e.
The warmth on her breast, and the warmth on her p***y. She felt like her mind would shatter at any minute.
He sucked harder on her n****e, biting it slightly with his teeth.
She moved slowly, quickening the pace as she did. This was hard. But she didn't want to stop.
He groaned. s**t. He felt like his mind was sleeping away. He clenched his fist. No. He was in charge here.
He grabbed her in place and moved with his might.
Their moans filled the room as he continued, a thrust harder. Like it was as battle.
They moaned sharply as they came. She fell from his grasp, onto the bed. Her legs were twitching uncontrollably, her p***y pulsing as it received the warm gift he'd given.
He stood up and walked into the bathroom as she laid on the bed.
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What the hell was that?
She'd left hurriedly as he was inside the bathroom. She couldn't dare to look him in the eyes after that.
Worse, she'd turned the picture frame on top of the shelf beside the bed and saw her—
Aunt Megan.
The cold that she felt when she stared at her face was just too great.
She'd enjoyed been ruined by a Man she once called Uncle. f**k.
She felt like a w***e. She'd failed Aunt Megan. Someone who'd taken care of her like a mother when she lost her's.
She turned in her bed, pressing her face into it.
Ever since her Mother died, her father has never done a good thing for her. So why was she doing this for him?
Why with him of all People?
She took her phone and messaged Adrian.
"It's over. I'm out" she typed and sent out.
If he's going to wave sending her father to jail over her face like this, she couldn't care less anymore.
He could rot in jail, he never did anything right anyway.
She flung her face down again, tears gathering in her eyes, guilt overcame her mind.
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