The Coven - Part 16

Katarina uses him for her pleasure

“Oh my God, you really are such a bitch,” Katarina giggled above me.

And I cringed underneath her, humiliated by her words just like I was supposed to be. But that didn’t change anything. It didn’t make her any easier to resist. As she sat on the bed above me, her gorgeous ass right in front of my face, tightly wrapped in shining latex, I was completely hers. Unable and, frankly, unwilling to resist her incredible beauty.

The woman was crazy; that much was obvious to me by now. I mean, who does things like this?

I knew that S&M existed, knew that people were into these kinds of kinky games. What kind of woman dives into them this hard, seducing a total stranger into being a submissive sex slave? It was ridiculous. It was unbelievable. And it was so incredibly hot, I felt as if I barely understood myself anymore.

This wasn’t me, and certainly wasn’t my life. I was just a normal guy with normal interests, not some pervert who lived in fear and awe of a dominant goddess. Except that was exactly what Katarina was turning me into, had turned me into.

And as I pressed my lips against the shining latex-covered ass again and again, I knew that this was what I wanted. I wanted her in a way I had never wanted any other woman before, and nothing she was saying or doing was changing that. Quite the opposite, in fact. Being bossed around by her, being used and humiliated, was far sexier than it had any right to be. Already, I knew I was hers.