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punished.”
    He held my gaze for a few seconds, then let go of my hair. Once he’d set the clock, the vibrator sprang to life again. There was no way I could hold out. I was too turned-on, too close to the edge. I gave up trying to resist and set about begging him in earnest.
    “Please, Black. Tell me I can come. Tell me it’s okay. I don’t want to do it without your permission, but I’m going to. I can’t stop it.”
    “You can and you will.” He spanked my ass, his hand slapping my buttocks over and over.
    My legs shook, my pussy clamped so tight it pulled the vibrator deeper. I rocked back and forth, fucking myself as best I could. The heat from the spanking intensified the pulsing ache between my legs. I didn’t want to hold out. I didn’t care what he said. I didn’t care what he did to me. I had to come.
    With over a minute left on the clock, he withdrew the vibrator. Again, cool air replaced the warmth of the dildo. My cunt quivered, the emptiness unwelcome.
    “No.” I sobbed, my forehead to my arms, my defeat evident in my limp posture. This was too much. He’d never let me come. He never intended to give me any pleasure, only to take his.
    Black slid his cock inside me, but I didn’t allow myself to respond. I knew he would take me to the brink and then deny me pleasure again.
    “That’s good, be my little rag doll.” He jerked my head back by my hair. I closed my eyes, letting tears of frustration leak down my cheeks.
    Instead of the same slow pace he’d used earlier, he pounded into me. I was so wet, his thick shaft moved in and out of me easily. His pelvis crashed against my ass, reviving the sweet sting of the spankings and whippings he’d given me.
    My nipples tightened, my pussy quaked, pleasure radiated from between my legs throughout my body now that I didn’t want it to.
    “No.” I tried to tug my head from his grasp. “I’m not going to climax for you.”
    “Yes, you will.” He punctuated each word with a hard and fast thrust. The head of his cock hit my G-spot every time he drove into me.
    “No.” I clenched my eyes shut.
    A hand still pulling my hair, he snaked the other between my legs and strummed my swollen clit. As soon as his fingertip massaged the pearl at the center, my body erupted with massive contractions.
    “No,” I called out, but there was no stopping this orgasm.
    Juices pumped out of me like they never had before. I could feel myself squirting, my cunt spasming with ripples of ecstasy, each more powerful than the last. And the intensity didn’t let up.
    Black continued to hammer me, his fingertips now tugging at my clit as if milking it. I came for what seemed forever, my thighs dripping with my cream. As I finally went limp, a few aftershocks still shaking me, he buried himself inside me, letting loose his own climax. I was too exhausted to do much more than let him fill me with his cum.
    Releasing me, he collapsed on the floor, his chest heaving. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see his glistening cock and my cream all over his trousers.
    “Look at the mess you made.” He huffed, chuckling as he tried to catch his breath.
    “It’s your fault.” I shivered, tiny spasms still darting through me.
    Running a hand over my sticky inner thigh, he said, “I suppose you’re right.”
    “I’ve never come like that before.”
    “Of course you haven’t. You’re too impatient.” He slapped me on the ass and sat up, righting his pants.
    My arms, knees and back ached from holding this position too long. I wondered when he would untie me, but I knew better than to ask. I was here for his pleasure and clearly he wasn’t through with me.
    Then I felt him move as though standing and I heard him stride out of the room, the door clicking shut behind him. Was he through with me? Did he intend to leave me like this for the rest of the night? The rest of the weekend? A jolt of panic shot through me.
    “Black?” I called out.
    At first he didn’t answer, but