Just don’t break her, King. Sex King laughed and spanked me again, and again. He was covered in scars; they ran across his hands and up his arms and further. Something about that turned me on and I could feel myself soaking my panties already. I hadn’t noticed it before, but now that I wanted to touch and to feel King, the handcuffs were unwanted. He smiled at me, a lopsided grin that meant ‘I’m going to fuck you seven ways from Sunday’. I had never felt this kind of pain before; I loathed it yet loved it. I felt King’s hands slide up my legs and between my thighs, feeling the hot wetness dripping from my pussy. King used his belt to whip me. Throwing me face down back onto the bed he traced the welts that he’d put on my ass, pushing down where it hurt. It was flanked by a row of almost identical houses either side of it. He used his other hand to tease my nipples, twisting and pulling, as he fucked me with his fingers. Fuck me.”
King didn’t need to be told twice, he ripped his fingers out of me and threw me forwards.
