The sounds coming through my lips were entirely uncontrollable and so loud. I found myself glad that the campus was closed, and thus empty. Because if this had happened during open hours, we would have certainly been caught in the act.
He fucked me so hard that the pipes to which my ankles and ankles were tied rattled. I thought they might come unhinged if he continued on at this rate, and yet I wished for him to continue. Every single thrust he gave to me brought complete ecstasy. My mind was racing, yet I found myself more at peace than ever before.
And he was so deep. Every time he dove into me, I felt myself swimming, floating. I knew this feeling well by now, approaching orgasm ever-so-slowly. My breaths became more ragged and at times, I even held my breath unconsciously.
Then suddenly, I knew it was about to happen. My muscles tightened up, I found it hard to speak. But I knew what Dallas would want in this moment and I could not disappoint him again. "Master, can I please cum? Please, please, please!" He grinned widely, moving one of his hands over to the crest of my pussy and running his thumb along the small nub that was my clit. He nodded at me, eyes locked on mine.
That was permission enough. I gave in to the urge that had been building up for so long now. My hips bucked, legs struggling against their restraints to no avail as my entire body spasmed with a mind-blowing orgasm. I moaned so loudly I could have sworn it echoed through the small room. And once I’d finished, Dallas continued to fiddle with my clit and fuck me hard.
I couldn’t keep my eyes open, as hard as I tried. I closed them tightly, biting down on my lip to fight back the vulnerable sounds escaping me at once. While Dallas continued to fuck me, he took his hand away from my clit, bringing the whip down hard over and over on my breasts. The first few times, it stung. It hurt. But after a little while, I barely felt the tassels as they made contact with my reddened skin.
He kept going like a race horse, a finish line in view apparently. And just as I was about to reach the feeling of another orgasm building up within me, he plunged himself deeply inside of me and groaned. His body convulsed slightly. He stopped whipping me at this point, but remained buried in me for a few moments. I felt him emptying his load inside me. And as he pulled out, I felt it leak from me, down my pussy and my ass crack.
My body was aching from the position I’d been tied in, but quivering from the pleasure mixed with pain he’d given me. My eyelids felt heavy as I looked up at the man, "Thank you, Master."
"You’re very welcome, beautiful," he winked, leaning over me to lay a soft kiss upon my forehead. And I felt proud. For pleasing him, for following his every order. At some point, it just clicked in my mind that this was what I was made for. Whatever he wanted, whatever he needed – I was his. I would do whatever it took to stay that way.
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