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Your Princess (Firekitten&MysticSparxman)

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Lucia awoke earlier than usual that morning, brushing her long blonde hair out of her face. She slowly walked to the window, staring at the sunrise through crystal blue eyes. She sighed and stared very still, leaning slightly out of her open. She had the largest room in the palace, decorated in red. Each red wall had murals of vines hanging down halfway. Her king sized bed had four posts, holding up scarlet curtains and her mattress had black and scarlet bedding. She had a large closet filled with her gowns, and a vanity table that held her make up and brushes. Her room was in a tall tower, giving her the best view of her kingdom and the world past the tall walls blocking the kingdom from the outside world.

Even though her father was the ruler, Lucia had him wrapped around her finger, making most of the decisions when it came to the palace, the kingdom, and the citizens living in it. She slowly walked to the bell above her bed and rang it, two young servant girls ran to her side, one walking her to the vanity table to sit her down and get her face and hair ready for the day, while the other ran to pick out her gown and shoes for the day. Once her face was done, and her hair was loosely tied back with jewelled barretts and a golden comb, her white nightgown was removed, leaving her pale skin naked. Her perky breasts sighing as the cool air ran over her nipples. She stepped into a pair of white panties, covering her shaven tight pussy. She pulled on her long emerald green gown. It was low cut, showing off her cleavage, and the sleeves flowed down to her elbows.

She pulled on her long black stockings and slipped on her sparkling green shoes. She then made her way downstairs, and hugging her father tightly. He was dressed in golden armour and a long green cape. His golden crown sitting on a short pile of blonde hair. Once Lucia broke the hug from her father, she turned to see a man in chains, kneeling, with his head down. "Look what I bought you, my jewel, a slave!" Her father said, smiling, "just like you wanted."
 
For the past couple of weeks, Dante had been stuck in his cage at the slave market. Unlike most of the other slaves who came to the slave market, Dante happened to be one slave who was always returning back to the slave market. This was simply due to the fact that his owners just could not put up with him. Most of his owners would get tired of his constant attitude and back chat, and despite the fact he was often punished by his owners, they came to find that it would often have little to no effect on him. Feeling as if they were often wasting their time with him, they would return him back to the slave market, and it was due to this reason that he had been given his very own cage. The owners of the slave market would always keep his cage free because over the time they had come to get to know Dante, they had also come to realise that he would always end up back at their slave market. He was usually only with his owners for one month before they would return him. The longest he had been with one owner was three months before he was eventually returned.

Dante had become quite confident in his ability to get underneath the skin of his owners, mainly because that was exactly what he had done with every one of his previous owners. It may also have had something to do with why they would always return him too. Dante was pretty certain that his next owner would return him too, and he was going to do all that he possibly could to make sure that was what happened. Dante didn’t really know how long it would be before he was picked again. However, Dante had to admit he was surprised when he realised who had picked him next. Still, that didn’t stop him from planning to do what he would usually do with his new owners. He didn’t care who they were. That was just the way he was, and considering how long he had been a slave, it seemed likely that he wasn’t going to be changing anytime soon.

When he had arrived at the palace, Dante had to admit that he was quite impressed with the palace itself. It was larger than anywhere he had been before. He was led into one of the many rooms in the palace and forced to kneel, which he did somewhat reluctantly. Dante remained this way until he heard someone coming down the stairs. The footsteps grew louder, eventually coming into the room in which he had been led into. Dante finally looked up when he heard talking. When he looked up, his lips curled up into a small smirk as he set eyes on Lucia. Slowly, his eyes traveled up her legs, slowly moving up her body until finally his eyes met with hers. Dante made no effort whatsoever to hide the fact that he was checking her out, but after hearing what her father had said, he turned his attention towards her father. With a sly smirk, he shook his head. ”How dare you refer to me a slave! I have a name sunshine. My name’s Dante. Now, since I don’t care for your name, I’m just going to call you…..Tubs. Besides, you’re only going to end up returning me back to that slave market sooner or later anyway.” He shrugged his shoulders after saying this, but then focused his attention on Lucia. With that same sly smirk on his face, he nodded his head a little bit. ”Well, well, well, look at the fine piece of ass we’ve got ourselves here. I’m going to assume you’re the spoilt brown nosed little rich kid who thinks she’s going to own me. So, you’ve got tired of playing with all of your dolls and ponies and you decided you wanted to try something a little different. You’re no different from the rest of my owners. You’re all fucking pathetic!” He shouted with a look of defiance in his eyes. One that was never usually seen in the eyes of a slave.
 
Lucia nodded at her father as he pointed to her new slave, and she walked up to him, inspecting her new property. The king went back to his duties, allowing four heavily armed guards to help her if she needed it. After he spoke to her, her eyes widened. "Well well well, slave, looks like I'm going to have to punish you!" she snapped her fingers "Up to my room, tie him up and strip him.. she told them, moving up to her room slowly.

By the time she got up the stairs he was tightly tied onto her bed, and stripped naked. The guards had tied him up and let one of Lucia's pretty brunette servant girls to undress him. He had been orally stimulated to make him hard as they waited for her. Once she stepped into her room, she excused the guards, and they stepped out, closing the door behind them, but waiting outside in case something happened.

She sat down next to him and smiled, rubbing her hand up and down his thigh, leaning in to press her lips just above his cock. "What should I do to you? Whip you? Beat you? Burn you? I could have you killed for how you treated me, I am a Princess! I am your Princess, your Mistress! Do you understand? They could castrate you for what you said...but." she began to stroke his cock softly. "That would be a waste..."
 
It didn’t really come as too much of a surprise to Dante when Lucia had reacted in the way she did with him. If he was honest with himself, there had been a part of him that had almost been expecting her to react in just the same way in which she had reacted. Dante hadn’t really expected anything less from someone like her. There again, she wasn’t the first person to react in such a way, and he was pretty certain that she definitely wasn’t going to be the last. After all, he was convinced that he would get under her skin enough to cause her to send him straight back to the slave market. Just how long it was going to take him to push her that far, he didn’t really know, but he certainly was very willing to find out. He was also certain that he was going to have fun finding out too.

When he was taken to her room, stripped naked, tied to her bed and orally stimulated until he was hard, Dante had a pretty good idea as to how he may get punished. Sure, he would have tried to escape, but unfortunately for him, he had been tied too tightly to the bed, and even if he had been fortunate enough to escape, he still knew he would have had problems getting far anyway. Not that he really wanted to escape. He just wanted to wind Lucia up as much as was humanly possible.

Dante blatantly looked Lucia up and down again as she had entered her room. When she sat down beside him, he watched what she was doing, and he had to take a deep breath as she had slowly started to stroke his cock. When he was sure he had managed to regain his composure, he opened his mouth to speak. ”You obviously have a problem when it comes to listening, as I am pretty certain I told you my name isn’t slave. However, if you’re insistent on calling me slave, then I’m just going to have to call you bitch or maybe I could just call you a skank instead. Anyway, if you want to whip me or beat me, then please do go ahead. You wouldn’t be the first and you sure as hell won’t be the last.” He did try struggling a little bit as he could feel her continue to stroke his hard cock. Dante tried to ignore the feeling it was beginning to cause within him. ”You’re no Princess. Like I said before, you’re just some spoilt rich kid who wants to try something new, so you got me. Just so you know, there’s no way in hell that I’m going to call you Princess, and you’re no Mistress of mine either. No-one owns Dante.”
 
She laughed as he tried to intimidate her, and as he called her many names. She acted calm, and cool as she stroked him harder and faster. "Oh slave, you are quite funny." just like that, she stopped and walked away to the other side of the room, she returned with a rope, twirling it around her fingers. She walked back to him and tied it around him as a gag, part of the rope being pressed deep in his mouth, against his molars so he could only speak in a muffled tone. She made sure it was tight as she said, "Shhh, that's right, quiet time."

Lucia got up again, and began to stroke his cock once more, looking at him, so nicely tied up and gagged on her bed. "You look so cute there...so helpless. I can do anything I want to you, can't I?" she laughed even harder at that. She stood and slowly stripped naked, watching his reaction as she did so, and slowly she straddled his lap, pressing his hard cock to her clit and rubbing it in circles as she pleasured herself.
 
It really did seem to get underneath Dante’s skin how Lucia just laughed at him. Even though he didn’t want to let her get under his skin, he found it hard when she laughed at him in the way she had done. What bothered him more than anything was the fact she kept referring to him as slave. It wouldn’t have bothered him so much if she just called him by his name. Was that too much to ask for? He didn’t really think so. Of course it didn’t really take Dante too long to think that it might take him longer to get underneath her skin than what he had first thought. He was just hoping that it wouldn’t take him too long, mainly because he didn’t want to be stuck with Lucia for too long, despite how hot he found her to be. If he was honest, she was probably his hottest owner yet.

Dante tried his best to struggle when he saw Lucia coming back towards him with some rope. Of course he had a fair idea as to what she was going to do with it, which was why he tried struggling a little bit. Not that it did him any good, because he still ended up with some rope being pressed into his mouth. There was a look of anger on his face as he watched Lucia, but then that look of anger began to waver as he watched her slowly strip herself naked. His eyes slowly travelled over her body, and for a brief second, lust could briefly be seen in his eyes. His eyes remained on her as she straddled his lap, and he had to close his eyes for a moment as he felt her pressing his hard cock to her clit. When he opened his eyes again, his eyes moved directly to her pussy, and there they stayed, almost as if he couldn’t look away from her sweet looking pussy. ”What you’re doing….won’t work.” He mumbled, even though he knew she probably wouldn’t be able to understand him. Unfortunately for him, his eyes appeared to be betraying him, as did his body.
 
Lucia just ignored his stares, glad that her naked form was keeping his cock hard, and even if that did not do it, her touch surely would. She just kept stimulating herself with his cock, her soft hand slowly teasing his length as she pressed the head of his shaft into her clit. "do you want to put it in me? Hmm?" she laughed even harder, leaning forward to press her soft breasts into his cheeks. She sat up again quickly and continued to rub herself. "You know, you won't get to feel it until I have cum, since you are my property, my pleasure comes before yours. I might even ride you until you are almost there, and then leave." she giggled, her free hand moving forward to trace her fingernails lightly along her toy's stomach and chest.
 
Dante tried his best not to take any notice of Lucia’s naked body, he genuinely did try, but unfortunately for him, it was harder than he had first thought. Her naked body was better than he could ever have imagined, but he knew that he had to resist the urge to give in to what she was doing to him. He knew that was exactly what she wanted, but at the same time, he also knew that he couldn’t give in, he just couldn’t. It really did irritate him when she continued to laugh at him in the helpless state that he was currently in. What made it worse was that there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. Not only could he not escape, but he was even unable to say anything to her, considering he had the rope shoved in his mouth. He tried to turn away as she had leaned down to press her breasts into his cheek, but in doing so, his lips almost brushed against her breasts. His eyes locked with hers as he listened to what she had to say. When he caught the last part of her sentence, his eyes widened slightly, and he shook his head back and forth a few times. ”No! No, you can’t…you won’t.” He tried saying to her, even though it came out as mumbled garbage. Even though he was tied to her bed, he tried to move his hips so he could move his cock away from her pussy so she couldn’t torment him anymore. Soon afterwards, his eyes dropped down to her fingers as she traced her fingernails along his stomach and chest. He kept taking a few deep breaths just so that he could control himself a little better.
 
She watched him as she stimulated herself even faster, laughing as he obviously did not want to be tormented and then left horny and no way to relieve it. As he bucked away from her it only ended up making him press into her clit further, causing her to cum, moaning loudly as she reached her climax. She took a deep breath and finished, before guiding his cock inside her wet cunt. It went in very easy, as his body seemed to want it, and she was soaking wet from her orgasm. She began to ride him very slowly, trying to torture him, her hands holding his hips down roughly so he could not move them to make him fuck her faster.
 
Dante’s attempts to stop her from using his cock to stimulate her clit backfired tremendously as he only ended up stimulating her clit more instead of less. Of course this was the last thing he had wanted to do, but as he watched her cum, he couldn’t help but think just how hot it really was. Not that he would ever tell her this. That was something he would keep to himself. When she was finally coming down from her climax, Dante thought she was going to climb off his lap and leave the room. Well, that was what he was hoping she would have done anyway. His eyes widened slightly when she slid his cock into her tight pussy, and as she slid him in, he couldn’t help but close his eyes and reluctantly let a moan of pleasure escape his lips. Due to the rope being in his mouth, he was hoping she wouldn’t have picked up on it. Dante opened his eyes a few seconds later and looked back up at Lucia. As she rode him rather slowly, he did try his best to stop another moan of pleasure from escaping his lips, but he didn’t do very well. He closed his eyes again as he tried to ignore the growing pleasure within him. ’Fuck me, she’s got a tight pussy.’ He thought to himself as he opened his eyes again. If she was trying to torture him, then she was doing a very good job, and the look in his eyes as his eyes met with hers would have told her this. Not that he would have wanted her to see that look in his eyes of course. It was a look even he didn’t know he had in his eyes.
 
Lucia looked down, smiling. She loved the look in his eye, and she loved his moans. She began to pick up in pace, riding up and down his shaft. She could tell he enjoyed it. "You want me to stop?" she asked, but she continued, having no intentions of stopping. She leaned in again, and pinched his nipples softly, before leaning in to kiss his neck, gliding her tongue up and down from his shoulder to his ear.
 
There was no doubt in Dante’s mind that he absolutely did want Lucia to stop riding him as much and as well as she was. Sure, he may have been enjoying what she was doing to him, and how she was torturing him, but that was exactly why he wanted her to stop. The way she was so skilfully riding him was unlike any punishment he had ever had before, and there was no way he wanted to submit to her. Not now and not ever. After all, he knew that was what she wanted, but he had no intention of making it that easy for her. When she had asked him if he wanted her to stop, he nodded his head, but just after nodding his head, a wave of pleasure wracked his body and before he could do anything to stop it, an involuntary groan of mumbled pleasure could be heard leaving his lips. Despite this though, Dante was convinced that she was unable to hear him due to the rope being in his mouth. ”Mmmm…..stoooop!” He moaned again and closed his eyes briefly as she leaned in to kiss his neck. Feeling her tongue on his neck caused him to tilt his head to the side slightly. As he did this though, he almost made it look as if he was turning away from her because he didn’t want her to touch him. His only problem was the fact he didn’t know what to think or feel about pleasure like this, mainly because he had never really felt such a thing before. He had never had pleasure used as a punishment before, and he just didn’t know what to make of it.
 
She rode him faster, purposely tightening herself to torture him. She laughed as he moaned and begged her to stop in a muffled tone. Lucia stopped like he asked, but kept him inside her. She continued to lick and suck up and down his neck, leaning in to nibble on his ear. Lucia then bit his shoulder, lightly. She did not want to hurt him, she wanted him to feel pleasure. As she sat up, her fingers dragged down his body, the nails lightly scraping the skin. She looked down at him, never stopping her smile, and waited, to hear if he wanted her to move again. She would tease him, and keep his hard cock inside her until he asked her to move again.
 
She was driving him absolutely wild as she had rode him faster. What made it worse for him was when he suddenly felt her pussy tightening around him. Dante honestly didn’t think she could get any tighter, so it just went to show how wrong he was. He couldn’t help but arch his body upwards ever so slightly as he felt her licking and sucking up and down his neck. Since pleasure hadn’t been used as a punishment against him before, Dante didn’t really know that his neck turned out to be one of his weak spots. At least he didn’t know until she had licked, sucked and kissed his neck. Of course he was hoping that she wasn’t going to pick up on this, mainly because he didn’t want anything else that she could possibly use against him. Dante’s breathing had become somewhat faster and a little laboured. He felt nothing but relief when she finally stopped riding him, and as she stopped riding him, he let out a sigh of relief, mainly because he thought she was going to slide his cock out of her rather tight pussy. What he didn’t expect her to do was keep him inside of her. This resulted in him still feeling her tight and warm pussy around his hard cock. As his eyes met with hers again, she would have seen a look of lust in his eyes, but there was also hints of confusion too. ”Stop….you can’t do this. This….isn’t right.” He tried to say to her. Of course he had a feeling she wasn’t going to listen to him even if she could make out what he was trying to say to her. In fact, he couldn’t help but think she would do the opposite and start torturing him again.
 
She grinned at him. She leaned in and began kissing on his neck just behind his ear. He felt her suck in some of his skin and hold it, running her tongue around in circles. When she let it go it tingled, as though she had left a mark. She slowly began running her tongue up and down his neck. She giggled, pulling off him. "Look at that! Nice marked skin! Now everyone will know you are mine!" she laughed again, wiggling herself a bit. She slowly pulled up until he was almost out, and then tightening her walls before slowly moving down again. She forced him all the way in again before stopping once more. "Beg me to fuck you." she said sharply, her hands pinching his nipples between her long fingernails. Lucia then pressed down into him even more, moving her hips up and down slowly.
 
Dante inhaled deeply as she had leaned in and kissed his neck. When she sucked in some of his skin, he closed his eyes and exhaled slowly. A low moan briefly passed his lips as she continued to torture him. He had to admit that his neck did feel strange after she had pulled away. He didn’t really know what she may have done. At least he didn’t know until she mentioned the fact he now had marked skin. Of course this didn’t sit too well with him at all. In his mind, he was never going to be hers, so he didn’t want a reason for someone to think he was hers. Unfortunately for him, it appeared as if she had done just that. He groaned again when she wiggled herself on him a bit as it resulted in little waves of pleasure shooting through his body again and again. What looked like a smile could be seen forming on his face as he watched her pulling up his hard cock. He genuinely thought she was going to pull all the way out, just like he wanted her to, but then, much to his horror, she sank back down his length again. Try as he might, he just couldn’t stop the loud moan of pleasure that escaped his lips this time. Dante genuinely had no idea how much more of this he would be able to take, but there was something telling him he wouldn’t be able to take much more. Hearing what she said caused him to look into her eyes and shake his head. It didn’t really help that his eyes were giving just about everything away though. His eyes would have told her that his defences were gradually falling. His resolve was beginning to fade. She was beginning to get her way with him. This is what his eyes would have told her, even if he didn’t want them to. As she started moving her hips up and down, it almost looked as if his eyes were rolling into the back of his head as he had started to close her eyes. Whether she would see this, he didn’t really know, but he was hoping she wouldn’t.
 
As she looked down, seeing him shake his head she laughed loudly. "Subborn, are you my slave?" she said, wiggling a bit more, and slowly sliding up before dropping down again just as slowly. She pouted at him, and said in a mock baby voice "Aww, if my slave would beg, then I might let him cum. And if my slave cums for me, then I might just stop torturing him." she went up, and down again, even slower this time, then her tone changed to harsh again, "Beg me slave. Until you beg I will not stop torturing you. I will not let you cum. I will tease you until you are close, and then stop, and then start again. Over. And over. Until you beg me." she told him, looking at him sternly before leaning in to mark his skin two more times, once on the front of his throat, and once just above his left nipple.
 
Dante was indeed very stubborn. It was probably one of the things that his previous owners had come to hate most about him. What seemed to bother him most was how Lucia just laughed at his stubbornness. He couldn’t really understand what she found to be so funny about it. Maybe she hadn’t had a stubborn slave before. He really had no idea, but there again, the chances were likely he wouldn’t care either way. Dante narrowed his eyes at her as she mocked him in a baby voice. He was cursing and swearing at her under his breath, but none of it would have been audible anyway, what with the rope in his mouth. Still, he felt as if he had to take her word seriously, mainly because of the fact she was still torturing him. As much as he wanted her to stop, he just couldn’t shake the feeling that she wasn’t going to stop until he actually begged her to let him cum. He didn’t really want to have to beg her, but he just couldn’t see himself being able to take too much more of this torturous pleasure she was causing him to feel. He groaned again as she marked him two more times, and when he looked up and into her eyes again, he was breathing a little faster and deeper. ”I-I…..can’t beg you….I won’t…yet.” He managed to say through the rope, even though he was unable to say it very convincingly. Unfortunately, he also had a feeling she would have picked up on this too. His eyes also told the story of the kind of torture she was putting him through. The pleasure she was making him feel was incredible, and a look of lust and desire could clearly be seen in his eyes. The amount of lust and desire seen in his eyes would have told her just how close she was getting to finally being able to break him and make him hers. He was so close to being pushed over the edge.

((She's going to break him in my next post. :p))
 
Lucia continued to tease him after he told her he wouldn't beg. "Well, then I will just keep going until you do beg." she told him. Oh she was having fun. Her new little toy moaning and squirming beneath her. She leaned in to mark him again on the side of his neck before she began to move again, very slowly, making sure she was as tight as she could possibly be as she moved up, and down, and up, and down, wiggling herself a bit before licking up and down his neck, whispering into his ear, "Beg me." her hot breath hitting his sensitive skin. She then began to ride him quickly, very quickly, keeping herself tightened as she moved for a few moments, and then stopped again, rubbing her wet outer lips on the tip of his cock.
 
As much as he wanted to fight Lucia and continue to defy her, Dante honestly didn’t know if he could take much more of her torture. He just wanted it to stop, simply because of how good she was making him feel. His only problem was the fact he knew there was only one way to make her stop torturing him. He knew that he was basically going to have to submit to her in order for her to stop torturing him in the way she was. What made it worse was the fact he had never submitted to any one of his previous owners before, but there again, none of his previous owners had used sex and pleasure as a punishment before. It was completely new to him, but he was beginning to see how it could be used as a punishment. Dante’s eyes soon rolled into the back of his head as he tilted his head back as she continued to ride him faster and faster. He groaned as she had marked him again on the side of his neck. Dante started to feel like he was going to cum any minute, but then something told him that she wouldn’t let that happen until he begged her. Taking a few deep breaths, he opened his eyes again, and slowly they travelled down her naked body. His eyes soon came to rest on her pussy as she rubbed her wet outer lips against the tip of his cock. Dante finally felt as if he couldn’t take anymore. He didn’t want to have to beg her, but he knew it was the only way to make it stop. Dante tilted his head to the side and looked down to the ground. ”Please…..I….I….beg you.” He mumbled through the rope. ”M-Make it stop……please….fuck….me.” He mumbled again as a few tears rolled down his cheeks. They weren’t tears of sadness. They were tears of frustration more than anything. Frustration that he had actually had to submit to her. Something he had never imagined himself doing. Even after begging her, he still refused to look her in the eye. Instead, he kept his head tilted to the side with his eyes towards the ground.
 
She smiled as she heard him beg through the rope. She pushed down, letting him slide into her, and began to slam into him, his cock thrusting deep into her quickly. She let her fingernails scrape up and down his chest as she rode him hard. Her moans filled the room, and her hands then went up to massage her breasts. Once she looked down at him and noticed he refused to look at her she used one hand to grab his hair and pull his head to the side, making him make eye contact. "No, you look me in the eye. You look at me as I fuck you, or I will stop." she told him sternly, holding his hair and pulling it for a moment, making sure he got the message, before she let it go, watching to see if he will keep looking at her, or if she will have to stop. She was thoroughly enjoying her new toy, he was fun to break, and he was fun to torture. The fact that she could deny him his orgasm made her grin. She decided to try it out. She rode him, hard and fast until she saw the signs of him being close, and she pulled off, sitting next to him. "You're close slave, do you want to cum? Beg me to cum, or I'll let you sit there. All night on my bed." she told him, leaning in to kiss and mark his jawline lightly.
 
Dante had absolutely hated himself for allowing himself to beg her to fuck him. It was probably the one thing he had never ever imagined himself doing, but she had fucked and tortured him to the point where she had left him with next to no choice. If she had decided to punish him in any other way, then the chances of him begging her would have been extremely slim. What Dante hated more than anything was the fact he had actually enjoyed being inside her. He had enjoyed feeling her rather tight and warm pussy sliding up and down his hard cock. The pleasure she had caused him to feel had been unreal, but he would never admit that to her. He just wanted her to let him cum so it could all be over with, and he was hoping that she was never going to torture him in such a way again. He was hoping so anyway, but he also couldn’t help but think that she probably would torture him with sex again. He narrowed his eyes as she pulled on his hair and forced him to look her in the eye. That same look of lust still appeared in his eyes, which was something he had no control over. As much as he didn’t want to, he did as she told him to, and he looked her straight in her eyes, mainly because he didn’t want her to stop. Dante moaned in unison with her as she rode him hard and fast, and before long, he could feel as if he was about to cum. Finally, it was going to be over…..or so he thought. His eyes widened in shock and what appeared to be horror as she stopped again and slid off his cock. When she sat beside him on the bed, there appeared to be anger in his eyes. ”I want to cum…..but I’m not begging you again. You made me beg you once, and then you went ahead and lied to me. You said you’d let me cum if I begged you that first time. You lied….and you can’t just leave me tied to your bed all night. You have to let me cum you little bitch.” He sounded quite irritated as he said this, but he also sounded more turned on and aroused more than anything.
 
Lucia laughed as he spoke and moved her hand to softly stroke him before sliding his dick inside her again. She rode again. It would seem that she let him order her around, but again, just as he was about to cum. She slid off him again, sitting on him this time, but off his hard and teased cock. "No, I said you had to beg me to fuck you, and I did. Now, if you wish to cum, you will beg me again, I can keep this up for a long time. I've already cum, and yes, your cock does please me, but, I won't let you cum until you beg, and you better beg well, or I will keep this up." she rose above him, resting his tip on her outer lips, but not moving. She looked at him, waiting to hear him beg.
 
Dante really didn’t agree with what Lucia had said to him. He didn’t agree with it at all. He had thought that she would have let him cum after he had begged her the first time. He had hoped she would have let him cum, but unfortunately for him, it turned out he was wrong. Dante didn’t like the idea of having to beg her again, considering it had been bad enough the first time he had to beg her. As she slid off and rose above him again, Dante looked away from her once more. He really didn’t want to have to beg her again, but he had no doubt that she would indeed be able to keep her torture of him up for a long time. The chances were likely that he wouldn’t be able to last as long as she could possibly last. Dante even doubted he would be able to last a few more minutes. After thinking over her words for a few moments, Dante reluctantly relented as his eyes met with hers once more. ”Fine….you win.” He started off, taking a deep breath in the process. ”I’m going to hate myself for doing this but…..please fuck me again. Please fuck me…..with your….tight pussy….and please let me cum…..please.” He reluctantly begged her again, hoping she would let him cum this time. ”Don’t think I’m going to beg you….ever again. These are the only…..two times I’m going to beg you….so don’t think I’m going to let you use me like this again.”
 
Lucia pushed down, and began to ride him, "Good slave, good boy, you may cum." she leaned in and untied the rope from his mouth, kissing him possessively. Her hands rubbed his shoulders as she let his whole length go deep inside her. Lucia then slowly glided her fingers up his arms, and then down his sides to his hips, gripping them tightly. She allowed him to dream for now that she would never use him like this again. Though, she had many more plans for him. She would break him, and she would play with him in any way she could think of. Lucia continued to ride him hard, kissing him at the same time.[/color]
 
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