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tightened around my throat, and at this point, I couldn’t breathe anymore.

“Is that what you wanna call me while your father is downstairs?”

I nodded as best as I could, then closed my eyes to focus on not losing consciousness.

“You won’t until I tell you to. Open your mouth,” he demanded, and I did because there was literally nothing I wouldn’t do for him.

He lifted his left hand from my pussy to my mouth, pushing three wet fingers inside and making me suck on them while I tasted myself.

“You’re gonna do exactly what I want you to while you keep quiet so no one will hear you.”

I nodded again, getting some air into my lungs as he loosened his grip for a second but immediately cut off my airway again.

He pushed his fingers deep down my throat, but while he choked me, there wasn’t really a gag reflex I was feeling.

Maybe this way he’d get his dick even further down my throat.

Just the thought of that excited me, and I squeezed my legs together tightly as he continued to finger my mouth and wet his fingers.

“You’re gonna get punished tonight. Harder than last time, and we both know how that ended,” he said, his voice amused.

Could I handle more than last time? I had almost passed out from the intensity of what he did to me, but then, last time I was upset about a few things.

I had a clear mind tonight, and I wouldn’t let him tear me down the same way.

I wanted to feel everything without being on the verge of losing myself in the torturous but so damn pleasurable things he did to me.

Tonight would be different, and I’d stand my ground to hold on to him for as long as possible.

He pulled his fingers out of my mouth and placed them back on my pussy, moving them through my slit and finally pushing them into my tightness, all three of them at once.

I moaned, but he quickly muffled my sound by covering my mouth again, and when he stepped back to pull me with him, I went willingly.

We stopped in front of my bed where I lifted one leg onto it to make it easier for him to finger me, and when he was sure I wouldn’t let out another sound, he placed his right hand on my inner thigh to hold my leg up there steadily.

“I’m gonna fuck your cunt and your tight little ass until you can’t take anymore.”

Again, something I hoped for but would fight against to keep my eyes open and get the full experience.

I started to move my hips in small circles as he continued to push his fingers in and out of me, making my body tense and shiver at the same time.

“Wet fucking cunt. And it’s all mine,” he growled, pulling my legs apart further and making sure I wouldn’t move them.

I leaned back against him to relax my body while he made everything inside me tense. He knew exactly how, and he did it so well.

“Want another taste?” he asked not waiting on an answer before holding up his fingers covered in my juices to my lips, making me pull them into my mouth again.

I licked and sucked, cleaning them perfectly and swallowing my own taste while keeping my eyes closed.

“On the bed,” he ordered, but as I was about to get on the bed, he lifted me up with his arms underneath my knees and neck, laying me down so my head was dangling from the edge of the bed.

My dress had ridden up to my waist, leaving my pussy bare. I wanted him to see more though, so I pulled my dress up, exposing my tits and pulling it off entirely and letting it fall to his feet.

I moved my gaze up to see Riggs stand over me, getting rid of his belt and then unbuttoning his pants.

He was looking at me with his deep, intense stare, showing me how serious he was about punishing me.

When his pants and boxer briefs dropped, his cock was where my eyes went in an instant as he started to rub himself right there in front of my face.

Blood was already flowing into my head, making my temples throb.

He still had his belt in his left hand, but instead of hitting me with it like I had imagined, he wrapped it tightly around my throat, holding it at the nape of my neck while he moved closer to brush the tip