jaw and looked away from him, still laying over his lap as I considered my options. Only hours ago I had been a queen at his side, and now here I was again, a cowering and sniveling sex slave.
I couldn’t bear the thought of being chained up like an animal for that long. As hard as the belt was, I wasn’t sure this was the punishment Vincent thought it was. It hurt at first, sure, but in the minutes after that the pain became a deep satisfying glow.
Perhaps I had underestimated just how much of a deranged bitch I really was, because at that moment I didn’t want him to stop. I heard a strange sound then. I realized I was laughing.
I didn’t know what was funny, all I knew is that I felt in control. He had underestimated me too.
Vincent seemed genuinely surprised my laughter. “I take it you want more then slave.”
“Do it, bastard. Hit me like a real man.”
I didn’t look back at him now, but I could practically imagine his lips curling in that dark way.
Then he brought the belt down again, this time it felt harder than the last. I decided not to hold back anymore, I opened my mouth and let my cries echo across the castle.
Crack.
“Fuck!”
Crack.
“Yes, master!”
Crack.
“Hit me harder, daddy!”
In some ways I felt like a spectator standing outside my own body. I had no idea who this girl was, or why she was getting off on this so badly. All I knew is that Vincent had come here expecting to walk out with a groveling slave.
No more.
At some point my cries of pain were mostly gone, and I realized I was literally just crying out in pleasure. He carried on bringing the belt down, I stopped counting somewhere around nine, which was at the same point I realized I could come from this.
Maybe he didn’t realize how excited this was making me, but that’s just what happened. We had to be somewhere between ten and twenty when another crack whipped my thigh and pussy, making my whole-body tense and shake as an unholy torrent of pleasure exploded through me and left me shouting. The punishment stopped as I came on him, my thighs pulling tight and my pussy clenching hard at how naughty this all was.
When I was finally done my throat was hoarse. All the tension left my body and my head and legs drop towards the ground. Vincent was silent for a few seconds. I heard him drop the belt. “Up,” he ordered.
I stood on shaking legs and he pushed me down onto my knees. I was still out of breath, half of my hair smushed over my face. My ass felt like it was on fire and my pussy was so wet that my thighs were covered.
I didn’t care. For the first time in my life I felt liberated.
Vincent crouched down until he was in front of me, and he considered me carefully. I could tell he hadn’t expected me to come again. This was supposed to be a punishment, but I had turned the tables on him and thrown it back in his face.
“You continue to surprise me, slave,” he said, practically whispering the words to himself.
“How many?” I said, panting the words.
“27,” he answered. “3 days remaining. If you had held out, you could have escaped the chain altogether.”
“I couldn’t help it master,” I said. “I guess you’re too good at punishing my naughty little ass.”
Another gentle smile came over him. He stood up then, hooked his boxers down and let his giant cock spring into the air. There wasn’t any further discussion, he wrapped his hands around my head and pulled me onto him. He pushed all the way in, burying the hilt of his cock against my lips, the tip of his fat cock touching the back of my throat.
He held for three seconds and pulled back; his cock covered in my saliva while I gasped for air. Then he came forward again, this time holding a little longer. Each time I felt the reflex fade away a little more.
How long before I could deepthroat him completely without having to pull off?
I clenched with excitement at the thought.
I didn’t know if he was angry that I had turned his punishment around, or just aroused by seeing me get off. Whatever it was, a dark lust had taken over him and he was determined to use my body and degrade me. He buried his cock deep