There she was. MaKylah. She stood there with her dark, chestnut hair and her mesmerizing dark eyes. The soft look in her eyes embraced my heart. I was head over heels... She was the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. I stared at her in her gray leggings thinking about how good her legs looked in them. “STOP”, I yelled in my head. Now was not the time to be thinking about that.
I could feel myself growing moist between my legs. She sat down next to me and placed her hand on the inner part of my thigh. I froze, unable to process what was happening. MaKylah moved her hand higher until it rested on my womanhood. She began to lightly stroke her thumb over the thin material of my pants. I was struggling to keep my whimpers in.
I was getting closer and closer to the edge when she suddenly pulled her hand away and smirked at me. Frustrated and horny, I yanked her hand towards me and started rubbing my clit using her fingers. I was quickly sent over the edge and came in my pants. She glared at me, forewarning my punishments to come.
As soon as we arrived home, she slammed me against the wall with my arms above my head. I wiggled my body, trying to escape her grasp. Without saying anything, she grabbed my wrists harder and directed me toward our room. “Remove all of your clothes and lay down with your limbs spread wide, slut.“, She said with a dominant tone.
I became wetter by the second. I removed my clothing and lay on the bed in a starfish position. Not too long after, MaKylah entered the room. I was shaking with anticipation and nervousness about what was to come. She slowly crept over to the closet and pulled out a velvet crimson box filled with our toys of great wonder. She took hold of the handcuffs and placed them around my wrists, trapping my hands above my head once more.
She then got the silk ties out and used them to pin my legs down to the corners of the bedpost. By this point, I was absolutely dripping, she noticed the gleam coming from me and asked, “Why’re you so wet for me, baby? It’s almost like you wanted this to happen. Only whores want to be punished, are you a whore for me?” I was in so much shock, I couldn’t bring myself to answer her questions.
I then felt a sharp sting on my cheek, she slapped me! “I believe asked you something.“, she yelled. “I-I’m sorry!“, I squealed out. “Sorry, are you? You’ll definitely be sorry when we’re done.
I pulled on the scarves and cuffs to try to get free. She only laughed at my failed attempts at freedom. MaKylah made her way on top of me with a few objects in her hands. She touched my lower lips and I shuddered at the contact.
She shoved a small vibrator in my wet hole. I became a moaning mess when she switched it on.“Shut the fuck up and take it you whore.” she said with an intimidating voice. I struggled to keep myself quiet as she thrust it in and out of me, rubbing my clit at the same time.
She quickened her pace and I was biting my lip to keep the little sounds coming out of me quiet. After a few thrusts, she pinched my clit, earning an extremely loud moan from me.
“I thought I told you to be quiet. I guess you want more punishments, baby.”
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