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bed.
When she was lying on her back he fastened each one of her wrist
cuffs to rings on the headboard.
    Everything he did seemed more intense now
that she couldn’t see.
    He attached clips and chains to her collar
and secured them on either side of her so that she couldn’t move
her head.
    Next, he raised one of her legs so that her
ass was about six inches off of the bed and she heard the rattle of
chain as he connected the ankle cuff to one of the chains dangling
from the frame over the bed. He raised her other leg and did the
same thing so that her lower back and ass were up off the bed. The
butt plug was still in tight and it helped to keep her on edge.
    It was an altogether unnerving experience as
she heard him walk away, lying in the position she was in without
being able to speak or see, her arms chained, too. He had said
something about consequences. What would that include?
    A snapping sound and an immediate sting made
her cry out and tears flowed from her eyes. She heard another crack
and felt another biting sting of a whip.
    “This is what happens when you don’t obey,
Christy.” He snapped the whip again and she cried out. “Do you
understand now?” She nodded, frantic for him to stop.
    He did stop and she heard the sound of the
whip landing on the floor as he tossed it aside. “It hurt, didn’t
it,” he stated.
    She nodded, tears still wetting her eyes
behind the blindfold.
    His warm breath brushed her cheek as he came
closer. He rubbed her ass with his palm as he kissed the corner of
her mouth. “Is it starting to feel good?”
    She thought about it for a moment. It
actually was starting to feel good. The sting becoming a warm burn
that faded into a sort of pleasure. She had read about that, just
hadn’t experienced it until now.
    With the gag in she couldn’t speak, so she
nodded.
    He moved away and then she felt him between
her thighs. The soft glide of his hair as he lowered his face.
    And then he licked her pussy. She would have
come off the bed if she hadn’t already been partly raised up from
the bed.
    He licked her folds and sucked her clit while
moving two fingers in and out of her. In the dark behind her
blindfold, with him going down on her while she was raised up, was
an amazing experience.
    “Don’t come,” he said when he stopped for a
moment and she whimpered.
    He rose up to stand between her thighs and he
pressed her legs farther apart with his hips. She felt his cock
pressing at the entrance to her core.
    He reached for her breasts and pinched her
nipples at the same time that he thrust deep inside her.
    She gave a muffled cry and squirmed. The
sensations were so intense, so exquisite that she felt like she was
on another plane of existence.
    “You’re mine, Christy,” he said as he
continued pumping in and out of her. “You are mine.”
    She was his. He could do whatever he wanted
with her and she would love every minute of it.
    He fucked her harder and harder and she felt
another orgasm on its way. She was so sensitive from everything he
had done to her, and from the amazing orgasm she’d had when he took
her from behind when she was suspended.
    And his words—they added to the intensity of
what she was experiencing. Zach telling her that she belonged to
him.
    Her orgasm sped closer and closer. She
struggled to hold it back. She ground her teeth, fighting it,
fighting it.
    “Come, Christy,” he said. “Come now.”
    She screamed. She’d never screamed before.
This orgasm was too big, too powerful to hold anything back. Her
body bucked and she twisted as he continued to pump in and out of
her, drawing her orgasm out.
    She heard Zach’s shout as he came. Felt the
throb of his cock inside her. Felt her pussy clench and unclench
around him.
    When she finally came down from her orgasm
high he removed the gag from her mouth and his lips felt firm
against hers as he kissed her. She felt him unclipping her legs and
removing her ankle cuffs. Then he released her from the