Mabel Shot Part 7

— Ohhhh! — I moan loudly, being caught off guard by his mouth, which bites my ass hard. I try to free my arms from the binding he made, so that I can take off the damn nightgown that covers my face. — Shit! — I whimper and bite my mouth with the open hand slap I receive on the other buttock, making my ass burn and hurt at the same time because of the bite and the slap. He pulls away and pulls me by the waist, dragging my belly on the table, until my feet touch the floor, leaving me alone, and I stop moving, arching my chest a little upwards, trying to figure out what he is doing. I turn my head, with difficulty, to see through the fabric that makes everything blurry.
“Sir?” — I call him, scared, breathing heavily, feeling the air get heavier because of the restriction of the cloth.
The cold tip of the leather boot on his foot touches my ankle and moves my leg away, making me stand with them spread. I feel anxiety coming, as well as agony and sick desire. My face turns to the left again, when I hear his footsteps walking through the kitchen and the sound of the refrigerator being opened.
"What are you doing?" I ask, distressed, wanting to scream in anger for not being able to see him.
"I see you need help with your poor diet," he says, casually, slamming the refrigerator door. "We'll take care of that tomorrow."
"No, I don't!" I say, nervous, trying to figure out where he is now. "What are you doing, Mr. Gregovivk?"
His hand stops on my hip again, with him dragging my panties down, and I breathe faster, feeling his warm touch on my skin, making it hotter as I feel him slipping the panties down one of my legs. And when I lift my foot to take off the other part, I scream when I receive another, harder slap on my ass.
"Oh, shit!" I whimper, my ass burning with his spanks. He makes my legs come together again, using the strap of my panties to tie my ankles together.
Christ, my panties are gone!
“Please take these off my face, sir!” I beg him, almost crying, wanting to know what he’s doing. The third round returns with more strength and burning, making my pussy recoil as I receive the third slap on my ass.
“Say the keyword if you want me to stop,” he teases me, laughing, and caresses my ass where his hand hit me. “Or give me the name I want to hear.”
“Fuck!” I growl between my teeth and bite my mouth, swallowing my moan of pleasure at having him caress me, but soon the moan turns into a scream when he hits me again, harder. “OH, FUCK!”
“That’s not the word either, birdie!” Czar laughs and massages my ass slowly. “Perfect!”
“I won’t tell!” — I use the rest of my pride, which at this point I would think I no longer had, refusing to give up. — You won't hear that word coming out of my mouth, sir, or the name you want.
— That's my wild bird! — He laughs and makes me gasp as his mouth blows over his slaps, instigating the skin to become more sensitive. I feel his kiss making me feel shocks as I feel his cold lips touching my hot ass. — Unruly and mischievous little bird!
— Ohhh, my God! — I close my eyes and rest my forehead on the table as his tongue slides down my ass. I feel his hands gripping each side of my buttocks and spreading them. — Cold... Oh, it's cold! — I mumble and breathe quickly, being tortured by his icy tongue, which scrapes over my ass and circles it slowly. I feel when he causes a shock in my body, and I recognize the sensation of ice when it touches my skin, as he pushes it against my ass. — NO! — I struggle and try to move, to make him stop whatever it is he wants to do to me.
— Baby, your ass is so hot, that poor little ice cube is going to melt before my dick finishes fucking your pussy...
— Sir... sir, please! — I try to move, but my legs tied by the ankles, with my arms behind my back, just make me feel like a live fish that just fell into the frying pan.
— That's why I got the ice cube tray, so as not to disturb the fun. — He lets out a little laugh and pushes the damn ice cube inside my ass.
My hips retract, with me pressing my belly to the table, biting the fabric of my nightgown, feeling the sensation of having an ice cube entering my anus.
— Magnificent, it's going to be even more beautiful when we start working on it with the stretchers, preparing it to receive me — Czar says, laughing, kissing my ass and running his tongue over it.
— Ohhhh! — The moan escapes my mouth, without any control, just as my hips arch back, enjoying the lewd caress that his tongue gives me.
His finger slips into my pussy and rubs it on top of it, sucking me with more ardor.
— Wet and hot — he murmurs, laughing, releasing a A lighter slap on my ass.
Czar pulls away and makes me feel completely abandoned, in need of his caresses. What this man does to me is unbelievable. He first numbs me with pain, and then makes me beg for pleasure. I hear the belt of his pants being released, and something inside me stirs, becoming euphoric, anxious.
—What's his name, Mabel? — His voice is firm and warns me of what's to come as he slowly passes the leather of the belt over my ass. —I'm still trying to control the anger of seeing that bastard Boris touching what belongs to me, Mabel, so I suggest you don't want to test me now.
—No... — I answer him, quietly, feeling the ice water run down my ass and my pussy.
I feel the first slap of the leather hit me lightly when he delivers it only as a warning.
—Name! — he says again, but I shake my head, keeping my eyes closed.
—Ohhh, shit! — I scream, squeezing my legs, feeling the sweat running down my back and a burning sensation growing in my ass.
— I told you to give me a name! — My burning skin is soothed by the warm touch of his hand, which caresses my ass, where the belt hit. — Say his name, little bird.
I take a deep breath and relax my body, my saliva wetting the fabric of my nightgown, on my face.
— No! — I answer and dig my nails hard into the palm of my hand, raising my ass back.