Jinx (Kings of Carnage MC) - Chelsea Camaron Page 0,2
revealing a small patch of dark curls around her pussy. Her long black hair cascades down, only accenting her tits more. The master in the room with her paces slowly around the artwork he’s made for me out of her very body.
From behind the cross, he reveals a leather scourge whip with tendrils that have small jewels at the ends. He whips the cat-o-nine tails from behind, lashing her abdomen which flexes in reaction. Over and over he hits her skin, each time the flesh blushing to the touch. He remains in place behind the cross and reaches out to pull her plump tit from its place in her corset. Before she can adjust to the exposure, the whip comes across her pointed nipple as her body jolts from contact.
My cock hardens as she arches her back, taking the blow, and then relaxes once again. The Dom drags the scourge across her belly before he continues the whips against her tit. Over and over again, he continues to work the sensitive flesh. Her body trembles with each contact. I rub my aching cock through my jeans as the show continues in front of me.
The Dom begins to smack the tails against the mesh material covering her pussy. Patting her pussy repeatedly before he moves from behind her and around to the front. I watch in anticipation as the Dom drops the whip and kneels before the sub. He wastes no time getting at his task. Tearing the thin material from her body, he leans in and licks from her belly button all the way down to her sweet juncture. With my eyes glued to the scene in front of me, I eagerly enjoy every tremble her body makes.
While devouring her pussy, the Dom reaches up to tweak her nipples as the sub throws her head back, taking every bit of pleasure from the man on his knees in front of her.
The hidden door in the left wall opens right on time. With a sultry strut, Annika makes her way over to me.
She’s a sub I’ve topped before. Tonight, though, I’m here for business, so I don’t have time to give her what she’s seeking. I will gladly take from her, though, because I feel my own release rising inside of me.
As she approaches, her eyes try to get a read on me behind my glasses. This is something I’m used to from most people. Annika is forever a curious one, attempting to ask me questions or garner more of my time. Desperate isn’t my thing, and at times this little snatch is desperate. I keep my head straight forward but watch her every move out of the corner of my eye. Reaching me, she drops to her knees without a word and bows her submission to me, casting her eyes to my boots.
That’s what this place is about. Every person in the building knows what they desire. No judgement and no words need to be spoken. Annika knows I can take her to highs unimaginable without ever putting my cock in her cookie jar.
“Suck my dick,” I command without taking my eyes from the show in front of me. Annika chose to enter this room and give into my every desire.
Tonight my wishes are singular, selfish.
The Dom in the scene in front of me stands, turning the apparatus slightly to the side and giving me a different angle. Three fingers he holds up and, without a single hesitation, he jams them into the sub at the same time he leans in to suck and then bite her nipples. She cries out, biting hard onto the bar in her mouth as her entire body pulls against the restraints holding her in place.
Annika doesn’t hesitate, easily unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans to release my throbbing cock.
She wraps her hand around my member to stroke me. Someone is naughty tonight. She should understand the punishment I will give her is the kind to leave a mark if she continues to test me. I’m not in the mood for a sub to top from the bottom this evening. I growl. “Suck it,” I order losing patience.
I know what she’s doing, and it won’t work.
She gazes up at me as I keep my head in place. With a whimper, she drops her head, opening her mouth and engulfing my large dick as far as she can take me back. With her hand covering the rest of my shaft, she begins to work me as the