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Click here“Well, I have to say one thing. You really are a good little story teller. Very impressed. You had me completely convinced.” The whipping finally stopped, and Amber’s body shook against the wooden cross. She could feel him staring at her, waiting. She didn’t know what for.
“It wasn’t all a story,” Amber finally sobbed. It was difficult to speak.
“It wasn’t?” His body, naked and hard, pressed up against her back. One hand reached under her chin to grasp her jaw, her throat, and pulled her head back.
“It wasn’t, it wasn’t,” she repeated. Tears streamed down her face.
“What part wasn’t?”
“All of it. Everything.”
“You’ve always had fantasies about being tied up?”
“Yes.”
“You are submissive?”
“Yes.”
“You want to be obedient to me?”
“Yes.”
“You want me to fuck you.”
“Yes, oh yes, oh god, oh please, yes.”
“Good girl.”
In one deep thrust, Damien entered her from behind. Amber cried out with pleasure, her hips automatically moving hard, wanting to feel him fucking her hard.
“Tell me why you lied,” Damien commanded.
“I told myself that it was just a sexy story--that it would just be interesting to research.” Amber’s voice was hoarse; she was having a difficult time speaking.
“But it wasn’t just that, was it?”
“No,” she gasped out.
“I knew, Amber.”
“You knew?”
“I knew you were meant to be mine.” Damien continued fucking Amber hard. Her body wasn’t hers anymore; it was his. She was his to fuck, his to do whatever he wanted. She existed for his pleasure.
“Are you mine, Amber?” Damien asked.
“Yes, Master, I am yours,” she cried.
“Now, Amber, now you may cum.” Damien’s hand reached around and began to touch her clit. Almost instantly, Amber felt her body spasm over and over again. She heard herself cry out, and the sound seemed to come from far away. She felt Damien grip her tightly as he started to orgasm as well.
When they were both finished, Damien unlocked Amber from the cross. She slid to the floor, exhausted, broken, satisfied. Amber’s head touched Damien’s feet, and she knew that this was where she belonged.