Chapter 75 : You Are Fucking Mine
Chapter 75: You Are Fucking Mine
Sophie
Angelo took my wrists in his hand, tying his tie around it while looking at me in the eyes. I gulped, nervousness fluttering in my stomach but I knew better than to look away. His gaze was intense. After he was down with my wrist, he pushed me on the bed. He took his time admiring my body, at the bruises on my inner thighs, neck and ass. My whole body was aching yet I couldn't bring myself to ask him to not do whatever it was that he had planned to do.
He hooked his finger into the tie and pulled at it till I was sitting on my knees. He kissed me and then I felt him put something around my neck, it was a collar. He attached a leash to it, looking me in the eyes. Desires swirled in my lower stomach.
“Who do you belong to?”
“You, daddy.” He smirked, running a hand through my long hair and making it spread over my shoulder and breasts.
“Yes, you do, baby.” He kissed my lips.
“You are all fucking mine to ruin.” He tugged at my camps, kissing me roughly and I whimpered into his mouth. He moved us till he was sitting again on the headboard with me on his lap, his dick brushing against me. He was hot, heavy and hard.
“Do you know what I do to naughty little girls who cum without permission, princess?” He asked softly, brushing his lips on my breasts.
“N..no, daddy.” He grabbed my ass, his hands gentle.
“I ruin their ass but it is already pretty fucking ruined, isn't it?” He chuckled.
“And I ruined their pussies.” He let go of my ass, sneaking one hand between us and sliding a finger inside me with no warning. I was awfully wet, he thrusted his finger in and out, my mouth opened wildly.
He grabbed the back of my neck, pulling at it till my face was right in front of his, just a mere whisper away. He added a second finger, I bit down on my lower lip, trying to keep the sound in but his thumb flicked my clit and a moan left my mouth. He smirked.
“You don't get to keep your little moans from me, princess.” He brushed his lips across mine, fingers pounding in and out of me. He pressed his lips on mine just as he curled his fingers inside me, I grasped into his month.
“Don't you dare cum.” He said, moving his fingers faster and kissing the spot beneath my lips and then pulled back to watch as I tried to not cum on his fingers.
“P..please, Daddy.” I cried out when he slapped me on my breasts and it sent me so close to an orgasm.
He pulled his fingers out of me, licking them clean as he pushed on my shoulder once, sending me tumbling down on the bed. He moved me till I was in the middle of the bed and tied my hand to the headboard above my head and walked to the closet. I closed my eyes, trying to calm down. I was so close to an orgasm, if I flicked my fingers over my clit, I would cum. He walked out of the closet, my eyes widened at what was in his hand. He smirked at me.
“Do you know what this is, baby?”
It was a black stick with something flat at its end. I shook my head.
“No, daddy.” I whispered.
“It is a riding crop.” He walked closer, and traced the edge of my jaw with it.
“So pretty.” He hummed. He struck my cheek with it and I expected it to hurt but it only felt a sting behind and I let out a small whimper.
“Such a pretty face. It makes me want to ruin it.”
The cold crop moved from my cheek to my neck. He looked me in the eyes as the leather made contact with my right clamp nipple harshly. I whimpered, trying to wiggle away but he grabbed my jaw.
“No moving, slut.” He rubbed the crop there, maintaining eye contact and soothing the throbbing nipple. His hand raised, I brace myself for the sting but just rubbed it on the other nipple and before I could brace myself again, he raised his hand and brought the crop down. My knees raised to cover my chest, a small sob breaking through my mouth as I struggled in the grip of the tie.
“Knees down,” he ordered.
“You know the safe word, nothing else is going to make me stop. Just four more and then I will fuck you, okay?” I nodded, sniffing as I lowered my knees.
“Okay, daddy.”
“Such a good slut for me, baby.” He smirked. They always looked at peace while dominating me, they loo to be in a trance but they never lost control like I did frequently.
He hit my left nipples two more times and the last one slapped the clamp off, making me sob in pain as my thighs glued together. I could feel desperation leaking out of me, begging for a release. He smirked, looking forward with himself and his hand raised a little. Two strikes landed on the other nipple and the clamp was once again taken off like the first one. My nipples throbbed so much, tears slipped out of my eyes and small sobs broke through my lips. He undid the tie and I felt him above me before he took my mouth into his.
“Open your eyes, pieces and look at daddy.” I opened my blurry eyes and he kissed the tears away and then looked at me. His expression is soft.
“My precious little princess.” He whispered, kissing my jaw.
He took my wrists in his one hand, pinning them above my head as he trailed kisses down my neck, to my throbbing nipple and sucked gently. I moaned, he twirls his tongue around them and gently tugged them between his teeth. His other hand parted my thighs and I felt his dick on my pussy, his long length that made me throb for pleasure. Suddenly, I turned around. He grasped the leash and laid a harsh spank on my already bruised ass before thrusted inside me. I screamed out loud.
“You are fucking mine,” he said and then began moving his hips.
I cried out, fenemin him move in out furiously. My thighs shook and wetness leaking out of me that he fucked back into me. He was pounding with no remorse, making me take all of him as he pulled at the leash, blocking my airflow.
“Fifty little slut.” He spat, pounding so hard that I felt I would die from pleasure. I whimpered, the sound blocking by the collar and his hand rained down spanks on my red ass.
“Are you filthy little slut, baby?” He asked mockingly and his one hand gripped my thigh. He pulled me closer to him without stopping his relentless movement.