Chapter Four
The Purge
Thomas kept me in his suite for three days. When I wasn’t reading beginner books on Bondage and Discipline he bent me over a padded bench, my p***y thrust high in the air while my pubes dripped with juice. I could feel the warm liquid running down the inside of my legs, turning cold the further it went, which made my cunt only more wet and hot and caused my skin to turn a deeper shade of red. But even when he ignored me for long periods, I couldn’t help it. When the leather cuffs encircled my wrists and ankles and Thomas locked me into position, my cunt remained wet with anticipation. A pinch of a n****e elicited a gasp. A soft stroke of a p***y lip brought a moan. But Thomas wouldn’t string me out like that and never satisfy. I mean, satisfy himself. When I receiv
