Ginger Fox Part 2

I gasp with every glide of Roy’s rough hand on my hot, sweat-soaked skin. My eyelids close, taking me away. I feel the slow caress of his fingertip on my clit while he continues to fuck me with the double-ended dildo. Although the toy inside my ass and pussy is soothing me, my body refuses to let me fall into the abyss of orgasm because I need him. It’s his hard cock scraping against my ass that I crave as the ultimate prize, and he knows it. The excessive laziness with which Jonathan tortures me makes me aware that he knows my body is waiting for him. Roy has conditioned me so much to his touch that I can endure all erotic tortures, but my body will still deny me pleasure if it’s not with him. This is his final move, binding me to him in every way. I whimper when Roy pulls away, abandoning me once more. My face tries to turn, searching for him, but I only grow angry at the restriction in my throat. A groan escapes my lips through the ball as I feel the leather tips of the whip sliding over my swollen breast. I pant, holding my breath, following every corner where the grotesque, cold fabric is applied. My eyes open with a flash as the whip strikes hard against the side of my body, grazing my breast and armpit. My pussy drenches, swallowing as much of the rubber cock as it can. As a warning from my Master, the whip is lashed again against my already marked ass. My legs squeeze, flexing the agitated muscles, feeling the love hormone being released into my brain.
The pain from the whipping, the pleasure that tears through me, consumes my brain. I cry in agony and frustration for my body not to be freed, longing for Jonathan to have me. I am lost in the haze of lust, so inert that I only sob, biting down on the ball, unaware of where we are, how long I’ve been here, or if it’s the third or fifth time my ass has been whipped. I feel nothing in my body, which is so doped and numbed that I don’t notice my neck being freed or the bonds on my legs and hands being released. The only thing I feel is the sharp pain in my nipples when they are left free, swollen from being stretched and retracted. It’s a fall into the abyss, into pain, lust, and caress. Without coherent thoughts or any point of balance, my mouth remains open as I spit out the rubber ball, just squeezing my eyes shut and being overtaken with fury and domination by his cock, which invades my slippery pussy, welcoming him joyfully, missing every inch of him. The large hand that holds my waist crushes the skin under his fingers until I feel my bones trembling in submission to Jonathan. My ass, invaded, is filled with the rubber cock. It pleases me to have Jonathan’s hard, throbbing cock fucking me deep while he fucks my ass with the toy. My nails dig into the table, scraping along it, contracting every painful nerve in my hand. I feel nothing, not a trace of pain, just the purest pleasure. Wild, mindless, an insignificant being.
“Oh God...” My ass, flexed downwards, expels the intruding toy as he slowly removes it.
The hand on my neck trails down my spine, touching me gently, stroking my neck, moving up to my face. I turn my face, kissing the hand that dominates me, sucking his fingers into my mouth, just to taste him.
“So hot, my provocative little bunny.” His low, raspy voice enters my mind, along with his finger entering and leaving my ass.
“Oh... Please.” I tilt my head, begging him to fill me, to expel all the agony that consumes me.
His cock slips out of my pussy, the worst punishment. I hear his slow footsteps, a contrast to his heavy breathing. Jonathan turns me like I’m a rag doll, leaving me trapped in his gaze, dragging my body across the table until my head hangs off the edge. My eyes lock onto his swollen balls, with his cock shining from my fluids. I open my stubborn, daring mouth, sliding it over the skin of his scrotum. A cry of pain escapes my mouth as he pinches my nipple, sensitive from the cord that had bound it.
“Provocative!” I try to look at him as he moves his cock, letting only the tip trace my mouth. My wrists are raised, pinned over the U-bend fixed to the table. “Spread your legs, Gim. And don’t close them.”
His finger pinches the other nipple, and I close my eyes, gasping between pain and delight, as the painful touch is like a direct link to my vagina. My legs spread, pressing the heel into the table, leaving my thighs flexed, with only my back touching the table. Roy approaches again to check the bindings on my wrists, and without control, I bite one of his balls, sucking slowly while sliding my tongue around it. The sound of metal being crushed is present, with him breathing heavily, holding his hand on mine.

"Ginger!" I refuse his command. I eagerly suck him, delighting in the broken sounds of his breathing. His other hand releases the pipe to grip the dangling braid, giving it a gentle tug.
I let go of his ball, smiling, looking up at him. His head is tilted, staring at me with his mouth crushed.
"Open that mouth, you disobedient little bunny!" I don’t think; my body simply responds to his command.
With lust, I slide my tongue over my lips in delight. I feel happy when his slippery cock enters, slowly fucking my cavity, with my jaw stretched by the gag ball. I now feel light, opening my mouth as wide as I can to receive more of his cock. My eyes widen when Jonathan hits my clit with the tip of the whip, in light, gentle strokes, increasing the rhythm of his hips until he is so deep inside my mouth, suffocating my nose with the fabric of his suit. I gasp for air, trying to manage the flow of blood pounding in my brain, the lack of air, the direct, precise hits of the whip on my pussy, the aching muscles in my thighs, supported by the heel, the cock sliding in and out of my mouth, and the viscosity of my own saliva sliding over my mask. My arms stretched upward try to pull back, but my body trembles with the slow caress on my breast as his cock frees my mouth. Roy is as lost as I am. His blue eyes shine intensely like headlights. He moves, stepping away from me, making my world spin upside down as his warm breath blows over the nerve punished by his whip. I try to close my legs, but a loud scream tears from my throat as his tongue sucks my swollen, bruised lips. Yet I still want the world to explode while he sucks me hungrily and wildly. His firm hand grips my ankle, circling it, and my body responds to everything he does to me. I can feel the surge of energy, the orgasm almost coming but blocked as he pulls away.
"NO... Noooo, Roy!" I cry with anger, feeling the hot tears roll down my face. Twisting my body over the table, I pull at my arms and try to lift my head to find him, but I fail, my head hanging again. "Please... Jonathan, let me come."
"Do you trust me, Gim?" My mouth slightly opens, and I relax my thighs to the side as the rubber cock slips into my pussy.
"Roy, I need you..." My body begs for his, and it’s killing me that Jonathan isn’t taking me.
The wide head of his thick cock teases the hole of my anus while moving in and out with the toy in my pussy. Jonathan pushes himself, leaving only half of him inside me. The toy's rapid rhythm kicks in, but he remains still, not moving.