Free You Belong to Me by Jordan Abbott Page A

like you naked and wet. You will stay in that position until I say otherwise. Understand?”
    “Yes, Sir!”
    Nuke leaned over and kissed the top of her head.

    Nuke sat back down on the couch and he tried to avoid looking at Jasmine. She had to be punished, but there was nothing more he wanted right now than to fuck the hell out of her. He picked up his beer and tried to focus on the television. It wasn’t working. He glanced over at her; she was sniffling a little still, her shapely brown ass red from his spanking. Ten more minutes, then he would begin again.
    He drank the last of the beer, got up and retrieved another one from the fridge. As he watched her from the kitchen, he rubbed his cock through his jeans. Fuck! Why in the hell did she have to be so provocative? It made him want to discipline her all over again. There was a pecking order in this relationship, and she needed to learn it.
    Marching back into the living room, he set his bottle down on the end table. He took his bandana from his back pocket as he headed towards Jasmine. “Don’t move!” he said as he approached. She still jumped as he blindfolded her. Then he removed his belt and looped it around her neck, forming a leash.
    He yanked on the restraint and commanded, “Crawl!” He led her over toward the couch “Tits down, ass up!”
    Jasmine laid her upper body down onto the carpet with her ass up in the air. Nuke went back into the kitchen. She could hear him going through a drawer. He quickly returned. Taking both of her arms, he bent them behind her and duct taped her wrist together.
    He slid his finger over her slick opening and then he licked her clit. He pleasured her for a few seconds. It was enough to allow the moans to escape from her lips. He stopped, and she felt something else pressing into her ever so slightly, and it didn’t take her long to realize that it was his beer bottle. Some of the beer spilled out, and she felt his tongue licking the inside of her thighs and pussy. She moved forward. His response was to smack her hard on the ass.
    Nuke glided the bottle partially in and out of her before taking it out and drinking the remaining beer. “Pussy and beer, you can’t beat it!” he laughed. He slapped her bottom. Then he slowly penetrated her with the neck of the bottle again. He took a moment, letting her adjust to the length, giving her time to enjoy the feel of him using her hole for pleasure as she submitted.
    Jasmine began matching his thrust as her body responded to his object invasion. She felt embarrassed as she started to moaned out loud.
    “That’s it, baby. Fuck that bottle with your sweet pussy.”
    She felt possessed by him and she loved it. Never in her life had she needed or wanted to be with someone as much as she did with Nuke. She felt sad as much as she felt excited. This was going to end sooner or later. She’d lose him. There was no way she could keep someone like him entertained.
    “I want to hear you, baby. Let go of your fear and scream for me.”
    Nuke couldn’t wait any longer. He removed the bottle and replaced it with his cock. He took hold of her bound wrists and started to pound into her.
    Jasmine cried out at the force of his thrusts. Her screams echoed in the room as animalistic sounds escaped from them both. He groaned, fighting to control the passion in him. It turned her on even more. She felt wanted, needed, desired.
    Her pussy tightened down on his cock as she felt her orgasm near. Nuke wrapped his arms around her throat and pounded into her several more times before removing himself. “Not yet,” he said into her ear.
    He pulled her up onto her knees as he stood up. “Open your mouth.
    She nearly came at the command. She loved it when he fucked her face. She opened wide and sucked her own juices off of his cock as he slowly slid himself into her mouth.
    “I want your nose touching my stomach every time. Got that?”
    She mumbled a “Yes, Sir” as he thrust himself down her throat.