Katarina looked so beautiful on top of me. Her eyes were closed now, her dark eyelashes casting shadows on her smooth skin. Her mouth was open, letting out long cries of pleasure as she bounced up and down on top of me. Her breasts bounced in time with her movements, her nipples swollen and showing her desire, just like the juices that leaked out of her pussy to soak into the sheets underneath me as she bounced up and down on my rigid cock.
She was lost in pleasure. And it was a beautiful sight. But she wasn’t so lost that she forgot for a moment just how in control she was.
She kept the leash tight between us, pulling on it constantly, and from time to time, she would press the screen of her phone, sending another electric shock racing through my body. And every time I cried out in pain, she moaned in greater pleasure, sheer sadism possessing her now, making her into a beautiful monster that I couldn’t resist.
She fucked me. There was no other way to say it. I was so helpless and she was so in control, so cruel, so selfish and demanding, I couldn’t see it any other way. I might be the one penetrating her, but she decided everything about what would happen, right down to when I would finally get the orgasm I could feel boiling inside me.
And I remembered what she had said about not releasing without her permission, and I didn’t doubt that if I disobeyed her, she would find a way to make me pay.
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