Mabel Shot Part 2
The pain he makes me feel by pinching my nipple is slightly soothed by the warmth of his mouth when he leans forward and places a kiss on the mark of his bite. I flinch in agony, causing my body to sway again, receiving another strike from the tip of the spatula, but this time on the side of my body. I feel the tip of my breast throbbing, aching and sensitive from the pinch it endured. Czar steps back, laughing, and releases my hair, freeing me.
"You’re unruly, very unruly, little bird." He raises his arm and slides the tip of the rubberized object he holds between the valley of my breasts.
I lower my face forward and look at him, blinking in confusion, lost between the cloud of pleasure and pain that’s growing inside me. Czar lowers his arm and steps back, walking behind me. I try to stay conscious and inhale air more quickly into my lungs, feeling the pain still throbbing at the tip of my breast. I’m startled when I feel his hand pushing my hair onto my shoulder, and I try to turn my neck to see what he’s doing, but he doesn’t allow it.
"What is that?" I ask, nervous, feeling the thick leather texture being passed around my throat.
"Curious, stubborn, and disobedient," Czar says casually, not answering me, fastening what I deduce to be some kind of collar around my neck. "I foresee many punishments to discipline you, little bird!"
"Are you putting a collar on me?" I ask, distressed, feeling the leather scrape my skin with each attempt to turn my neck to the sides.
"Are you questioning me, little bird?" The tug catches me again, making me throw my head back. But it’s not by my hair, it's by the collar around my neck.
I hear his breathing get heavier, waiting for my response.
"No, sir," I whisper and scrunch my nose, feeling the sting of the leather against my throat.
"Good. Now stay still so I can restrain that stubborn little head of yours." His laugh is wicked and audible as he forces my neck to remain stretched, making me look up at the ceiling.
I hear the sound of chains being dragged, and again a click, but this time from the floor.
"Perfect," Czar says, excited, and runs the tip of his finger along my cheek. "Does it hurt?"
My eyes move, and I manage to see his locked on me. Tall bastard! He could’ve at least had the decency to get a taller box to make me superior to his height.
"What do you think?!" I bite my lip and give him a defiant look, refusing to give him the pleasure of knowing that it’s not that bad. It’s a little uncomfortable, but it doesn’t hurt.
"Answer when I ask you a question, Mabel." He punishes me, pinching my other breast, rolling it slowly between his thumbs.
"Nooo..." I move in desperation and shake my head, feeling the leather burn more fiercely against my skin as my body swings.
"Good!" He releases my nipple and lets his hand caress the other, giving me a devilish look. "Now let me finish my inspection, and stay quiet."
I hate myself at the same time that I feel good, sighing in pure pleasure when his mouth kisses the aching nipple he had tormented.
"Where was I?" He steps back, laughing, and resumes touching me with the tip of the spatula.
I close my eyes and let out a low moan, inhaling deeply as I feel the tip of his finger deliberately brush over my pussy quickly, then travel up to my stomach.
"Oh my God, please..." I mutter, distressed, wanting his finger to return to the center of my legs.
"Please what, little bird?" Czar murmurs, bringing his face closer to my ear, biting my earlobe.
"Touch me," I say, practically crying, standing on my toes again, desperate, feeling the anguish eating me from within.
He breathes heavily and exhales warm air onto the side of my hair, his hand sliding up my abdomen, caressing it lazily, torturing me. The tip of his teeth grazing my earlobe makes my vagina tighten, contracting its entire interior, soaking wet. I breathe, euphoric, as every hair on my body stands on end, and the pleasure turns into a sharp peak of pain, making my leg muscles retract as he returns to pinching my nipple, bringing tears to my eyes.
"Oh my God, by the time this is over, I’ll have lost my nipples!" My teary voice comes out in a low whisper, and I let out a sob.
"You asked me to touch you, so I touched you!" His response is cynical as he takes a step back, moving away from me. "And don’t worry, little bird, when I’m done, your breasts will be intact, but you’ll remember your stubbornness with every brush of fabric against them." He gives a light slap to my nipple, followed by a tug, making me writhe in pain. "Now, are you going to stay quiet, or will you keep saying what you think your body needs?"
"I’ll stay quiet, I’ll stay quiet, I promise," I reply quickly, panting in agony when he releases the tip of my breast.
I feel his breath close to my chest as he opens his mouth and sucks it slowly, making me moan, but this time not from pain, but from pleasure, feeling the warmth of his lips on the sensitive nipple. My pussy is throbbing in agony, almost driving me to collapse from how I feel it pulsating inside, contracting tightly. A great tremor takes over my entire body, which retracts, swaying back and forth as his thumb massages my clit, sliding a finger inside my vagina, sinking deep into it. Czar sucks on my breast with more pressure, and my vagina mimics the movement, his finger being sucked inside it. I let out a low sound of sadness as he pulls his hand away from me.
"You’re more sensitive than I imagined, baby," he murmurs, kissing my breast, leaving me in complete abandonment, without the touch of his mouth on my breast and his hand on my vagina.
"Bastard!" I mutter and bite my lip, feeling the tears run down my cheek, hearing his steps move away from me.
It doesn’t take long for him to return and stand in front of me again. My body stirs, curious about what he’s doing, hearing only the snapping sound, the snap of gloves. It takes me a few seconds to confirm that I’m right, because I feel the texture of latex as soon as his hand touches my ankle and removes the restraint that binds it to the iron bar. But that’s not the only thing my body is curious about; I feel the hot air of his breath hit my pussy, telling me that he’s literally right there. I feel it tighten even more, just thinking about his mouth touching it with the same intimacy he had shown when he touched my ass with his profane caresses. The memory sends even higher spikes of arousal through me, and I remember how I was touched, how his shameless tongue licked between my cheeks. An involuntary movement responds automatically in the muscles of my thighs, contracting in pure euphoria.
"Ohhhh!" I push my chest forward and stare at the ceiling with half-closed eyelids as he deliberately blows on the swollen nerve that pulses, begging for just one touch, a damn touch to release my orgasm.
"You’re enchanting, my disobedient little bird," he says and gives a wicked laugh, enjoying seeing my state.
"I don’t know if I can take any more," I admit, cowardly confessing my state of lust, almost begging him to touch me the way I need.
"I haven’t even finished yet, Mabel." His voice is calm as he talks to me, the complete opposite of the pitiful and depraved state my body is in.