Horny Drips Sex Cravings

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I tried to enjoy the pain but it became more harsh and the pain overwhelming as he spanked me with all his might such that I felt I’d bleed from it.

Tears trickled down my eyes and my sobs supressed by the tape. He dragged me up by my hair turning me to face him. He saw the tears on my eyes and gave an evil smile like he enjoyed my pain.

“Now what do you have to say to that?” He said and brought his ear closer as if expecting to hear my words. I said it anyway despite the tape on my lips. “What? I can’t hear you.” He said and I spoke louder through the tape. ” I said I can’t hear you!” He yelled and flogged my breast with his whip. The pain was stinging and more tears rolled down my eyes.

He dragged me out of the bed so harshly that I fell to the floor but he didn’t mind, he held my head tightly and pushed me in between the poles. I got my stance back after several failed attempts.

He pulled the tape harshly from my lips and I bit my lips trying to rub out the itching pain it caused.

He cuffed my hands on both sides of the pole making me stand on my feet. Then he brought his equipments, pinned my nipple with the pegs, tied my legs on both ends of the pole making me look like I was being crucified.

“Damn! You look so hot.” He said and began laughing hysterically. My heart leapt in fear wondering if this man was psycho. “Now let’s experiment further. I couldn’t say anything, if this was his own way of making me a submissive I had to abide by it.

He began pulling the pegs on my nipple and it caused me to scream feeling like he was going to cut off my nipples with the way he pulled it.

“Damn it! How are you so hot? He said with his head tilted and a fist raised above it. “Your screams are like Melody to my ears.” He whispered close to my lips and pulled the pegs a little more causing me to shake my head violently as I tried to surpress the pain.

“Please….! I cried out unable to take in the pain and he paused instantly as if listening to me but I know he wasn’t. He let out a coy laugh and grabbed my neck, choking the air out of my lungs. I couldn’t even fight back.

“You don’t say please… you moan my name. ” He said sternly and a slap landed across my face pushing my head in the directiin while my hair covered my face. I sobbed and he grabbed my hair back to face him again. “Now moan my name.” He ordered.

“I don’t… I.” I quickly pressed my lips from saying what could offend him. I didn’t know his name but then I remembered Natalia mentioning the name sparrow. If he was a special client it had to be no other than him for bidding so high on me the last time. So I risked my life and moaned his name.

“Sparrow….” I let out his name with a sob following suit.

He grabbed his whip without saying anything further and soon I felt the stinging pain of his whip landing on my back and butt. He flogged me to his satisfaction then proceeded to stuff a dildo both in my ass and my pussy. He kissed my butts so gently as if trying to apologize for the pain he inflicted on me. I shut my eyes tightly letting tears stream down.

He began fucking me and I couldn’t even moan as he stroked me with the dildo.

“Have you lost your voice?” He asked sounding pissed and I tried to moan but sobs came out instead. I heard him growl angrily and I needed to do something to sooth his anger. I thought about Angel and decided to imagine he was the one here and not sparrow. As sparrow kept thrusting into me with his toys I began moaning and he screamed excitedly like my moans were an acheivements. Once he was done, he tossed the toys aside and fucked me from behind.

I imagined it was Angel still and soon my pleasure cries filled the entire room. Sparrow hurried over to my front and inserted his dick into me fucking me in front too. I shut my eyes not wanting to see his face, it disgusted me. He pulled my hair back and sucked on my neck biting it as he seemed fit. There was nothing pleasurable about being his submissive, imagining angel was my only solace.

“Did he fuck you like this? I heard you stayed all night with him. Was he this fucking good?” Sparrow asked thrusting into me aggressively. I knew he was talking about Angel.Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

“A sex god!” I moaned out and he pulled away instantly his gaze turning dark. I panted heavily trying to catch my breath. “You’re a fucking sex god.” I concluded and he looked at me puzzled but then laughed nervously. He looked like he didn’t believe me and was trying hard to. ” Please fuck me master, spank me as much as you want.” I moaned telling him what he wanted to hear.

“Right!” He yelled. I am a fucking sex god. The only sex god in this entire club! ” He announced with wide spread arms as he turned around. He laughed some more and stopped abruptly with his gaze turning dark again. “I’m going to make you mine.” I gasped hearing him say that, Angel said the same thing as well this wasn’t going to end so good. He moved towards me and pushed his length into me once more, thrusting more aggressively and making me a moaning mess.

“Yes master! Yesss… Fuck me! You are the fucking best!” I kept raining praises on him but in my mind they were all for Angel. His grip on my butt tightened and he was reaching his climax. He pulled out easing himself one more time on the floor. The bastard was going raw on me and I needed to treat myself again after it.

He uncuffed both my hands and legs and my feet crumbled to the floor. He quickly turned me aroun, his dick had hardened back.

“Do you know what I do to sluts who lie?” He asked stroking his dick and I hesitated to answer. Did this mean he didn’t believe all that I said was genuine?

“No master.” I was scared to find out the truth.

” I put several bullets blowing their brains out and blowing their tongues so they never get the chance to lie.” He confessed and I sat up immediately out of fear. The fear was visible in my eyes as I scooted away from him but he held my leg and shoved me towards himself.

“I’m not done fucking you bitch!” He said and grabbed my head forcing his dick into my mouth. He fucked me so ruthlessly that I felt he was trying to kill me that way. I was almost blacking out when he suddenly pulled away releasing all over me. He looked stiff and fell on his back. For a moment I had thought that he had fucked more than his heart could carry. I watched him as he struggled to reach a button and soon one of the guards came rushing in. I hugged myself resting my back on the bed.

The guard ignored me and opened a drawer getting out some medicine and water which he helped him take. Sparrow was made to rest his back against the wall and in a matter of minutes he was back in full strength. We were left all alone now as I was not allowed to leave earlier.

Sparrow took his whip again and moved towards me dragging me by my hair across the room. I cried in pain clutching his hand on my hair. He tossed me aside and wiped the sweat over his lips looking furious.

Just what did I do to annoy this man? Or was it the fact he didn’t win the bid?

Since Angel made a statement by spending an entire night with you I’ll make a stamp by leaving some marks on you.” He said and began whipping me till he was satisfied. He dropped the whip angrily and made for the door. His guards had carried me out of the room dumping me along the hallway where Calvin came to pick me.

I cried into his arms and he kept stroking my hair telling me that I was okay now.

” I hate him….” I said in Calvin’s arms. My whole body was sore and Calvin had treated me with ice and some pain reliever. It didn’t seem like it worked but by morning I made Calvin order a cab to take me home. I could barely walk but I managed till I got to my room and surprisingly my mum was there waiting. She quickly stood to her feet hurrying towards me.

“Thea!” She yelled my name searching my body as I looked really bad. “What happened?”

“Mum….” Was all I managed to say in a teary voice, I buried myself in her embrace and cried out my heart in it. The VIP vault was an irony and I couldn’t go through any more of its coldness.