~Christopher’s POV~

“Three!” Another tear rolled down her cheek.

“Nope, princess, we are still on two.” I barked at her and spanked her slutty ass once more. She whimpered, and then I walked over to look at her face as she continued to whimper while her lips were parted in a moaning motion. Her back was arched on the cross. My little Christ. She was fucking amazing. I strolled over to check on her and see what kind of impact I was having on her. I stood in front of her and she arched back again, pushing her breasts up. I wanted to lean over and take a nipple between my teeth.

Fuck!

I’d like to fuck her tits. Maybe I will. Heck no, maybe I will. My gaze was drawn all the way to her treasure.

Oh, my God! Her body is enticing. My thumb traces her thighs and swats her ass once more, and she gasps, jerking my dick to attention. My hand skated back to her thighs from behind and released the strap, landing exactly where the first two had. She screamed.

“Three!”

make a mistake. I waited no more and completed the two. I paused to admire my work. She was now crying. I walked around to look at her. I turned her

balance a little, so I helped her stand up straight and guided her back to the fuck bench. “Since you can take a strap, well, why don’t we

“Yes, Daddy.”

her because she enjoys being praised. I strapped her face down on the fuck bench tightly. After taking a step back, I slashed the strap

cried out loudly, and the sound went straight to my cock. The cry turned

lovely, bright red as

to her pussy, and pulled them wide as I attached them to the bench. Two more to her clit and added a little weight. She cried out, and I slid one finger into her cunt. “You can use your safe word if it’s too much

traveled right through to my dick because it presented an image of her

Fucking hell, Camille!

finger. She was still moaning.

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