I was a toy for him, then, and I knew it. I cried out again, my orgasm still going. I’d never felt so completely used, or so cherished. It was contradictory, I knew, but I realized I could hold both feelings in my heart at the same time. I screamed again, my s*x spasming around Frost’s c**k.
“c*m inside me, sir!” I gasped, begging, gagging in the darkness as his hand kept its grip on my throat. “Please, sir, please.”
He picked up his pace, his length slamming into me as deep as it could, the dildo in my ass stretching me even wider till I felt like a gaping slave of a woman. He dropped his hand from my throat and pulled lightly at the chain connecting the clamps on my n*****s.
I screamed at the sudden pain, marveling at how it pushed me further into the deep blue of pure pleasure. I was
