Mabel Shot Part 3

The feeling of fear gripping me, and a great fear when his eyes stop at my belly, staring at my scar, makes me nervous. My body is not pretty to look at. I am aware of the deformity that Nate left on my belly, and that makes me shrink even more.
" I don't need to look, I don't need to... — I say, distressed, afraid that he will stop right now and I won't know if I will be able to go on or not.
I make a move to close my legs as I restlessly arrange myself on the edge of the table, but I am stopped by his arm, which quickly stretches out and grabs my knee, keeping it in place when he moves quickly, stopping, making me startle at the angry expression on his face.
" For now, just for now, I will leave this subject open, little bird — he growls like a dangerous animal, baring its fangs, when his teeth are exposed. — But we will talk about this and, most importantly, you will give me a name.
His eyes change direction and remain fixed on the iron bar next to my left leg, analyzing.
" I don't enjoy conventional sex, little bird — he says seriously, returning his eyes to mine, lowering them slowly, and raising his hand and stroking my breast slowly. — But I think we can turn this vanilla[43] into a Neapolitan.
He gives me a cold smile and moves away just a little, spreading his hand on my chest, making me lie my back on the table. I breathe in anguish and tilt my face to the side, trying to see him. But I get a pinch on the corner of my breast as punishment.
" Stop moving! — A low laugh leaves his lips, with him looking at me hotly. — I can see so many beautiful ways to punish that unruly little body of yours, little bird!
Christ, I think I could cum right now, just with his gaze on me, it's so intense and overwhelming! And deep inside me I wish he would punish me, that he would do anything to calm this loss of control that his gaze and his voice cause me, leaving me in a trance. His body moves above mine and touches the tip of my breast, which is throbbing from the pain it is in from his punishments, kissing it slowly. And I moan, puffing my chest up, feeling the mixture of pain and pleasure, from the small sucks he gives. His large hands are scattered, caressing my thighs, moving up and down with the same carelessness that his mouth sucks my breast. His lips descend to my belly, which is retracted, moving quickly as my breath enters my lungs more quickly. Euphoria grows inside my body and mixes with fear, anguish and debauchery.
" Ohhhhh! — My chest levers itself up and I force my ass down, against the upholstery of the table, as soon as his tongue finds my clitoris. His low laugh is hoarse and perverse, just like his fingers when they brutally crush the sides of my legs, keeping them open, making it impossible for them to close. I inhale more deeply, being led to a rush of new sensations inside my body. If I thought the effect that took over my entire body when his tongue slid over my anus, in those profane privileges, was pleasure, now I understand even more what profanation is, because that's how I feel being violated by his mouth, without any respect. And with each slide of his tongue between my pussy, licking it, sucking me hungrily, the more I need this violation.
There is nothing left inside my mind other than to adore each perverse and indecent lick he gives me. No man has ever touched me like this, not like this Russian touches me, awakening new and old desires inside me. The first orgasms he gave me were fueled by pain, but these ones that hit me now, without warning, are wilder, more urgent and more anguished. They send tremors through my body, burning the soles of my feet, as if I were barefoot, stepping on hot coals. My body jerks as I twist my wrists in the handcuffs, wishing they were free so I could hold on to his shoulders, feel his strength in my fingers. It is heaven and hell summed up in a single man, who gave me pain and now offers me pleasure. His mouth focuses on my clitoris, making it miserable, something I have never been able to feel with my own fingers. His hand crushes my thighs harder, until I feel them spread so wide that their lower parts touch the padded table. A burning sensation in the muscles, from being pulled while they are rigid, and a shudder, hits me, like a beating heart racing inside my pussy. His mouth presses harder against my pelvis, sucking on the nerve that begs to receive what it truly deserves.
" Oh, God... — I close my eyes tightly and stretch my arms up, with my wrists handcuffed together, writhing on the table, feeling everything swallow me.
A fuse of gunpowder exploding inside my head, as I scream, losing my senses, being taken by the gigantic wave of pleasure that swallows me inside her. I cum in desperation, wanting him to stop, to continue, not knowing what I really want anymore. And when that man moves away from me, finally letting go of my legs and separating his mouth from my pussy, I'm like a smooth sheet stretched out on the counter, completely exhausted in a fucking good way. A silly smile spreads across my face, for the reward my body received, after being neglected for so long. My mind shuts down, unable to think, and remains light. Maybe, if I hadn't been so absorbed in the rush of pleasure I just received, I would have paid attention to what he was doing. And it's only when I open my eyes, as I'm being leveraged upwards by my handcuffed wrists, that I notice that his brown eyes can become even hotter and more beautiful. His head passes under my arms and infiltrates between them, with his face inches from mine. His large hands grip my limp thighs, supporting her and making me circle her waist with my legs. — Keep your eyes open, baby, just like your legs are wrapped around my waist. — He roughly crushes his fingers into my ass and makes me let out a moan of pain. — I want your eyes on me, every second my cock fucks your pussy.