“Good! Please just fuck me!”
The head of his cock pressed against my entrance, then slammed into me. I cried out. His hands dug into my hips as he pounded into me. The sharp pricks of his remaining claws dug into my flesh with a burn so fucking delicious I could weep from joy. His hips snapped forward. Pain mixed with pleasure and I screamed.
“That’s it,” he hissed. “Cry for me.” His tongue snaked its way down his body to tease at my bottom. He swirled the first piercing around the ring of tight muscles, then shoved his tongue deep in my ass.
“Fuck!” I was already falling apart and when the second metal ball plundered inside me, I nearly started speaking in tongues.
“Do you want to cum?”
“Yes!”
“Too bad.”
His fingers wound through my hair and he pulled my head back. The sudden sting made me yelp.
“I can feel how close you are, naughty girl. Do you think you’ve earned it?”
“No,” I cried.
“No, what?”
“No, sir.”
He let go of my hair and his hand came down on my ass. The sting was sharper now and tears stung my eyes.
“So good,” he growled. “You’re being such a good girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You love it when I smack your ass like this, don’t you?”
“I do, sir.”
“Do you want more?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Ask nicely.”
“Please, sir.” In the far corners of my mind, I couldn’t help but wonder how he was still talking while tonguing my ass. Must be another Christmas miracle.
“I don’t think so.” His fingers dug into the soft flesh of my hips as he slammed into me again and again. “You’ve been a very bad girl, haven’t you, Daphne?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You want to be punished.”
“Yes, sir.”
“How should I punish you, little one?”
“I-I don’t know.”
His fingers wound in my hair again. “Yes you do,” he purred. “How many times did you fantasize about getting revenge on all the people who walked over you? Tell me what you imagined, little one.”
“I thought about hurting them. About humiliating them. I’d shave their hair off or slash their tires.”
“And?”
