Czar Gregovivk

My nose glides along her neck as I inhale the scent of her wet hair, the sponge sliding over her skin. Her bare thighs wrapped around my waist are so warm and soft, feeling comfortable as if they know they belong there. Mabel unleashes the two sides of me in equal measure: the sadist who would spank her a few more times to make her feel pain for pure pleasure, worshiping her stubbornness; and the dominant who is begging to make her our submissive.
"Are they old?" she murmurs softly, sliding her arm around my back and touching the tips of her nails to my burn scars.
"Yes, very old," I reply, guiding our bodies under the shower, rinsing her off. "Do they bother you?" I ask, not taking my eyes off her shoulder as I watch the foam wash away. I didn't let them see; I knew that some women felt uncomfortable when they saw the burn on my back.
"No, sir," she replies lazily, resting her chin on my shoulder. "Do you usually do this with all of them?"
"What?" I secure the sponge in the water faucet and lift my fingers, pushing her hair over to the other shoulder.
"Care..." she says softly, almost too quietly for me to hear her voice over the sound of the running shower. "Do you usually take care of your submissives, or do you do this with me just because of the game?"
No, I didn’t. None of them came to Sodom looking for care; most came to explore their desires, to learn more about themselves, to fuck like crazy. Those who came to me were already experienced; they wanted to test their limits, which is why they sought me out. They knew I offered nothing more than what was meant to happen inside a BDSM room. But again, the little bird is not like them; Mabel didn’t come to Sodom looking for any of that, and when she appeared for the second time, she nearly knocked me off my feet, completely surprised, when I heard her timid, anguished plea for help. No one goes to Sodom looking for help; those who enter our doors do so out of curiosity or desperation to find a place to be the fucked-up depraved person they are.
"Being cared for, does that bother you?" Instead of answering, I ask her another question.
"No, but it should, I think." She lets out a long sigh as she caresses my back. "To be honest, I still don’t know what to think about it, if I did the right thing," she says softly, rubbing her face against my skin.
"What did you do right?" I press her back against the wall, my hand gripping her ass while the other holds her thigh.
"You, sir," Mabel replies quietly, and I feel her palms pressed against my back as she breathes softly.
The steam fills the shower cubicle as I hear the low sound of her anguished voice. I feel her heart beating against mine, her breasts pressed against my skin, slowly grazing. My cock responds quickly as she moves her belly over it, gently.
"Mr. Czar," she whispers in my ear.
"Yes?" My voice comes out muffled by the noise of the shower, the water cascading down onto the floor.
"Can I have the freedom to kiss you?" Her mouth glides over my shoulder and kisses it slowly, rubbing her pussy against my cock.
"Mabel!" I tighten my grip on her thigh, giving her a warning to stop moving.
She brings her eyes back to mine, her hands resting on the sides of my face, looking at me lost.
"I won’t touch you again, Mabel." My voice is heavy, as is my breathing. I try to control the little stubborn body that provokes me. "That’s not how the game works..."
"Just make me forget again what hurts me, sir." She silences me, sounding like a profane and erotic worship of my sins.
"Passing..."
Her timid kiss leaves me speechless, catching me by surprise, just as she always does when she takes the initiative. I hold her body more firmly and squeeze her soft ass, letting her carry on, even knowing that I should reprimand her for her impulses. Not because I don’t want to bury my cock inside her warm pussy, but because I know Mabel's demons. It's not just the pain that is dangerous. The way her body ignited so quickly, flaring up stronger after each orgasm yesterday, made me notice the great chance Mabel has of possessing female hypersexuality. Her accounts of how she was addicted to masturbating assure me of her compulsive sexual behavior. But I am a sick fuck, consumed by the desire she causes in me. Her daring fingers slip from my face as she kisses my neck with more lust. Her expressive face shows me her pain mixed with her insatiable desire. She doesn’t seek delicacy; she doesn’t seek tenderness. The little bird seeks liberation.
And just for now, just this once, because I desire something in return, that’s what I will give her.
Her legs tighten around my waist, and her small body rubs more fervently against mine, grinding her pelvis. Mabel devours my body with her mouth and bites every part she touches, spreading over my shoulder. I close my eyes and know she is taking my control away, that none of them had surrendered so purely and desperately as Mabel.
"Please, sir..." she whimpers softly, lifting her body slightly, looking at me with lust.
I feel her perfectly fitting, positioning her small pussy over my hard, throbbing cock, begging to feel skin on skin, with nothing between us. Her eyes seek mine with her innocent request, but it completely devastates my control. Consumed by her girl-like gaze, I can’t move; I wouldn’t move even if I wanted to. Then she begins to descend, timidly and stealthily. Her eyes show me the pain she feels as my cock enters her swollen pussy, my fingers gripping her ass more tightly, which is sore from the spanks she received. Still, she doesn’t stop; Mabel lets go and pushes her hips down. She throws her head back, and a scream escapes her lips. My eyes freeze on her neck, which shows me the perfect mark of her surrender, making me feel pride, desire, and possession ignite within my chest. My lips seal over her throat as I suck between my kisses, sliding them down to her breasts. I suck on her tit as she starts to move over me, fucking me slowly.
"Sir... Gregovi..." Her voice is choked with pain, mixed with her pleasure, as I bite her shoulder.
"Give me a name," I murmur angrily, fucking her more slowly, not giving her what she truly wants.
I feel her small, wet, and hot pussy squeezing me, swallowing my cock inside her.
"Oh God, please..." she begs and tries to move faster, but I keep my grip on her ass, preventing her from moving.