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Chapter 87: Hands On Your Back Chapter 87: Hands On Your Back Kingston

My playroom might be considered abnormal in the way that it was light instead of dark. Both the walls and floors were white, my favorite color and all the furniture and equipment were black. My playroom was a little bigger than the one Riccardo has at home but not by much.

Angelia looked around the room like it hinted at what kind of person I was, I had more furniture than both Marshall and Riccardo. Many of them were intended for pain of the pleasurable kind, or at least pleasure for those into it. Those who weren't, well then it would probably be considered torture. She shivered as she took it all in, reacting to the dark and twisted items in the room. I had an inversion table, gynecological chair, sex swing, rack sawhorse, spanking horse, pillory and so on. I had practically everything, the walls held different gears and I had a massive chest of drawers for both toys and other equipment. The room's whiteness brought more attention to the black furniture and made them seem all the more frightening.

"Strip and show me what Marshall had taught you. Present to me, little one." I ordered after I had, let her look at her fill of the room.

Her eyes fluttered at my nickname to her and she did what I had told her to. With slow movement, like she was drawing this out, she took off her top and shorts. I didn't mind that she took her time, I very much enjoyed looking at her. My dick throbbed and I squeezed it through my pants, all the while drinking in her sinful body and the skin she revealed bit by bit. I suppressed a groan when she got fully naked, it was sensual and molded precisely to my friend's and mine's desire.

Her skin reminded me of the picture Riccardo had sent yesterday, showing her tied to the cross with red welts across her back, ass and thighs. I had tried to ignore the text even as my body burned with raw need. That night, I hadn't been able to sleep before I gave in and fucked my fist as I stared at the picture of her, all the while wishing it was her pussy I was driving into instead. She braided her hair in a neat braid and knelt down, she presented to me perfectly with her round breasts pushed out, knees spread and head down. 'Our little girl is learning." I murmured to myself as I looked at her with an evil smirk.

Tonight, she would learn something different, to take my dick. I had heard from Riccardo and Marshall how tight she was and I knew taking my dick would burn. That one was another part of the punishment, to make her pussy hurt and then deny her the pleasure. Chapter 87: Hands On Your Back

"Whenever we were in a scene or bedroom, you would address me as daddy." I informed her, already longing to hear my title from her plump lips in her soft tone. She shuddered as a quiet moan escaped her. "Yes, daddy." She said softly and meekly.

If I hadn't had full control over my body, I would have cum just from those words from her lips like a prepubescent boy.

"Stand by the bed." I directed and went to grab the blindfold.

of her senses was taken away. She stood tall as I came and threaded the blindfold over her eyes, her breathing escalated as I moved away again. Opening one of the many drawers, I picked up another thing I would

instructed and she did so with slight

the tie was elaborate and enchanted the breasts. It took time but it was well worth it when it was done. Her front was an artwork of knots and rope. Her breasts were

them but the cute blush on her cheeks made me

will help you to the bed." I said and

upper body down so her ass was in the air and she rested on her shoulders and head. It couldn't have been comfortable but she needed to learn. that she would

laid them on a chair. She would have to wait and wonder when the next part

punishment, I would take what I wanted while giving her nothing but desperation in return. Maybe I would feel different in the morning if she behaved. After all,

took my place behind her, her pussy was open and on display, letting me see the liquid wetness of her running down her inner thighs. I could see her swollen clit and I brushed it gently and teasingly. She shuddered at the small touch and let out a sign. Sliding my

word?" I asked, checking to

new submissive meant that we would have to watch out for her and make sure she knew her safe word if she ever needed it.

I had my other hand on her hip, holding her in place. My first thrust was hard and brutal, like the ripping of a bondage. She screamed at the sudden fullness, there was a hint of pain in the sound as well. I kept still inside her, letting us both adjust. Her pussy was wet and

As long as she didn't say her safe word, I would take what I wanted. Her wet cunt made it easier to move

me at the feeling of her around me. No wonder Riccardo and Marshall couldn't stop talking about her pussy. It was so

she couldn't decide if she hated my rough fucking or enjoyed it. Or maybe a

stopping my harsh thrusts. Her whole body rocked forward every

little submissive was sending mixed signals, I gripped her ass with both hands and kept her in place. Chapter 87: