Mabel Shot Part 8
Czar breathes heavily before pulling away and delivering two blows, one after the other, to my ass, making me cry and bite my mouth, pulling my legs in, squeezing the inner muscles of my ass around the ice cube and swallowing it completely.
“Aren’t you going to say his name, Mabel?” He goes back to caressing my ass, breathing heavily. I feel the hard ridge scraping against my thigh, letting me know that his cock is completely hard.
“No, sir,” I say in a tearful voice, shaking my head. My weak legs, which are bent, stretch out and my body remains on the table, waiting for his punishment.
I hear his breathing and feel his body move away from me, with him taking a step back. The tremor takes hold of me. The fear, the abandonment of the fragility of being tied... I jump, startled, as soon as the sound of the belt snapping on the table with pure fury is made. I'm lost, completely paralyzed, not understanding why he didn't punish me again. My mind is racing, my body hyperventilating and my heart racing, not knowing what his next move will be. A different sound is made, and I remain silent, trying to figure out what's coming next.
"Christ..." I mumble between quick gasps and feel the ice slide down my ass, where he hit me.
A numbness sets in after the first contact. I breathe harder and feel a pleasurable sensation take over me, dissipating the pain. Czar lays his head on top of my neck and breathes heavily. My body stiffens and I feel the small cube being pushed back into my ass. He pulls away and takes his hands off me, and I want to scream, to ask him to move away, but I bite my mouth instead, pressing my lips tightly together, waiting for the pain of the strap-on that will come now, after his caress. But it's not with the strap-on that he punishes me, not when he grips my hips with his hands and pushes his cock between my legs. I feel the texture of the condom, the agony of the friction of the fabric scraping against my burning ass, his cock forcing itself into my pussy, thrusting so deep that I feel the table moving with the impact. Rough, wild and harmful, but it tears everything out of me.
Screams and moans tear from my throat, as my immobilized body receives each impact willingly that his cock delivers inside my pussy, making me gasp more, leaving me on the edge of the precipice. My body had learned to deal with the pain too quickly, it enjoyed each rough act it received, but it only responded in such an overwhelming way to Czar. My mind is so clouded, I feel like I'm in free fall, collapsing fast. The ice that melts inside me, his cock that my pussy swallows, everything makes me moan desperately. I feel the fabric of my pants scrape faster against my ass. The friction that fuels the pain and pleasure becomes more agonizing, and the great rush of pleasure kicks my soul out of my body as the orgasm hits me. My body shudders, pushing forward as I scream, cumming with his cock fucking me over and over. His hand crushes my hip harder, smashing his pelvis against my ass, throwing me into a wave of pleasure and pain that drowns me with each second it hits me. With only this man who punished me with his belt holding me in the final moment my demons are released. Czar comes fast, right after me, needing only three more deep thrusts before his big body shudders, with him cumming, letting out a deafening moan, lowering his head on my shoulder and breathing deeply. I collapse to the floor like an inconsistencies jelly, when he removes the restraints from my arm and frees my face from the nightgown. My trembling, sweaty body is completely languid, with my messy hair stuck to my cheek, and I lift my face to him, my trembling fingers pushing the strands away from my face. I watch him take the cum-filled condom off his cock and tie it on. I can't help but look at his penis, thick, with bulging veins and a wide head. Damn, his cock really does justice to the size of this man! He walks to the kitchen trash and discards the condom, walking with such a dominant posture, making my apartment seem even smaller for receiving such a powerful male presence for the first time. Czar returns and walks closer to me, taking off his shirt and throwing it on the chair along with his jacket, but it's when he turns around, arching his back and lifting his foot on the chair to take off his boots, that I hold my breath. The large red mark of raw skin that runs down his lower back makes my heart clench as I imagine the amount of pain the burn must have caused him.
“Everyone has scars, little bird,” he says quietly, without looking at me, as if he knows where I’m looking.
His large body straightens and he shifts his leg, removing the other combat boots before standing up straight and turning to me. I understand now why he didn't look at me with disgust, why I didn't see repulsion in his gaze when he saw me naked in front of him, confronting my scar. Czar also had to learn to live with his. My arms stretch out and wrap around his neck when he bends down and lifts me in his arms, in a way so protective that it's almost confusing considering what he just did to me seconds ago. I don't know if he's my executioner. A demon worse than the first one that marked my soul. A big, caring, protective bear. Or my worst downfall. But, at this moment, he's all my soul needs, and my free demons feel good by his side.
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
