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Your Princess (Firekitten&MysticSparxman)

What looked like a smile could be seen on Dante’s lips as she finally said that he could cum. Sure, she referred to him as ‘slave’ again, but at this point, he really didn’t care too much. All he wanted to do was cum, especially with how much she had been torturing him. He was also quite glad when she finally removed the rope from his mouth, but then she surprised him when she pressed her lips hard against his own. This wasn’t something that he had been expecting, and as she continued to ride him, he tilted his head back slightly, moaning and groaning in pleasure. He didn’t want to enjoy what she was doing to him, but she was making it pretty hard not to. She was riding him, and she was riding him really good too. He closed his eyes as she kissed him again, and as she did, he couldn’t help but add just a little bit of passion into the kiss. His tongue pushed past her lips, and even though she had her hands on his hips, he did try moving his hips so he could thrust his cock up into her some more. Dante moaned into the kiss before reluctantly pulling away. As he did, he looked up and into her eyes with lust filled eyes of his own. The lust could clearly be seen in his eyes, much more than anything else. ”Fuck….your pussy is…..soooo tight…fuck.” He moaned again as he could feel his orgasm nearing. ”I’m…..gonna….cum real…soon…and I know…..you’re not going….to want me….to cum….inside you.” He said, moaning a little louder.
 
She didn't respond, she let him speak, moan and move with her. She also did not get off him, riding him harder and harder. She leaned in, pressing her lips to his and taking his tongue into her mouth, sucking it before she let go to nibble on his lower lip. She then lifted up, pushing her hands against his chest, and tightened her pussy around him, as if trying to milk the cum from him. She grinned down at him, her slave wrapped around her finger, for now. She had lots more work to do, but for now he was pleasing her quite well. She leaned down again, and grabbed his hair, pulling it as she looked hard into his eyes. She was allowing her to cum in her, because she had a way to make sure she would not get pregnant. Her servant girls would make her a contraceptive tea, a common way for rich women to keep themselves from getting knocked up by their slaves. A princess carrying a slave's child would be unacceptable, in her eyes and the entire kingdom's.
 
When she didn’t respond after he had told her that he felt like he was going to cum, Dante thought she would ride him to the point in which he was going to cum, and then she would get off him. There was no way that he thought she would actually let him cum in her. He thought that would have been the last thing she would have wanted. A long slow groan of pleasure escaped him as he felt her tighten her already tight pussy around him some more. It almost felt like she was torturing him again. He couldn’t help but wonder just how tight her pussy could really be, but right now, he really didn’t feel like complaining. As his lust filled eyes looked up and into hers, small beads of sweat began to roll down his forehead. He couldn’t help but struggle a little bit, almost wishing his hands were free as his eyes drifted down to her bouncing breasts. Dante licked his lips as little as he watched her breasts bouncing up and down, up and down as she continued to ride him. Even though she hadn’t said it herself, Dante was convinced that this would be the one and only time when she would use him in such a way. He had convinced himself of this, but had no idea if he would turn out to be right or not. There was a part of him that did want to be right, but then there was another part of him that wanted to be wrong. That part of him happened to be his cock. As she continued to skilfully ride him, she finally pushed him past the point of no return. As he felt his orgasm approaching, he thrust his hips up one more time, driving his cock up into her tight pussy again. ”Mmmm….I’m……cumming.” He moaned loudly as he shot his warm, sticky load deep inside of her pussy. His breathing was quite heavy as he allowed himself to sink into the bed some more. ”I know….I shouldn’t say this….but….that….was…in…credible. I never….thought you….were going….to let…me cum….ever.” He was still trying to get his breath back as he looked up and into her eyes. ”Now….you’re done using me….can you untie me?”
 
She watched him get closer and closer to cumming, the whole while, smiling, partially in pleasure and partially in triumph that she had him broken. She enjoyed riding her new broken stallion, the once wild creature, was now hers. She moaned as he filled her up, crying out in pleasure. "Ohhhh, so good!" she slowed down as she felt him finish, and looked down at him. "good boy." she said and got up, walking out for a moment without a second word, without untying him. After about five minutes, Dante would hear someone return, but instead it was Lucia's servant girl, who quickly leaned in to clean his cock with her mouth. She then walked out without a word, without even looking at him. He would hear Lucia return then, a short red silk robe wrapped around her, and her previously wild blonde hair brushed out neatly. She sat down on the bed, rubbing his stomach for a moment before speaking. "Now, as you may have noticed, your cock will never touch my mouth, never." she then got up again and moved to her closet, coming back with a black steel collar. She sat near his head and slowly attached it to his neck, locking it at the back with a small padlock, putting the key on a chain around her neck.
 
Dante was really glad when Lucia finally allowed him to cum, even though it had surprised him when she actually allowed him to cum in her pussy. Even though he had begged her to fuck him and begged her to let him cum, Dante didn’t really want to think that she had broken him. He wanted to think that it would take more to break him. Well, that’s what he wanted to think anyway. Dante struggled as she had gotten up to leave the room. He wanted her to untie him, and yet she just left him there. He was a little confused as another girl entered the room. Dante was wondering who she was, even as she cleaned his cock with her mouth. When she walked out, he struggled again until Lucia entered the room once more. His eyes never left her as she sat down on the bed, only to get back up again. When he saw her return with a collar, Dante shook his head back and forth. ”No, you’re not putting that on me.” He continued trying to struggle, but it was pointless considering he was still tied down to her bed. He couldn’t move as she finally attached the collar to his neck, and as soon as she had locked it up, he looked up at her with a look of resentment in his eyes. ”Hey, take this thing off of me. I’m not your pet, so don’t treat me like one. Sure, I may have begged you to fuck me, and I may have begged you to let me cum, but that was only because I had no choice. I won’t be doing that anymore, so get this thing off of me. I’m not a damned dog. Only dogs wear collars, so take it off, and untie me too.”
 
She giggled at him "You are adorable little slave. You think you are in a position to argue. To make demands. I don't think so. It's locked, so even when you are untied you cannot take it off." she petted his hair softly before sitting on his chest, one leg on either side of him. "You will never have a choice but to do what I say. You saw how easy it was to make you do what I want..well, next time it will be easier, until you will just do what I say." Lucia raised her robed self over his face, looking down at him. "I am already all cleaned out of your cum, but maybe...I should get you to lick me. What do you think?"
 
No matter how hard he tried, Dante just couldn’t help but feel irritated by her. Just the way she spoke to him, and the things she called him. It just rubbed him up the wrong way, and he was pretty sure she probably knew it too. He hated to admit it, but he knew she was right about the collar. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to get it off unless it was taken off, or by some miracle, he actually managed to get a hold of the key. ”Don’t laugh at me.” He spoke defiantly. ”And even if you are right about the collar, it doesn’t mean that it’s going to make things easier for you, and it certainly doesn’t mean it will be easier for you to make me do what you want. You just got lucky that one time….using your pussy as a means of torture. You will be lucky if I do what you say again.” He tried to sound as convincing as he possibly could, but even though he was sure he sounded convincing, whether she thought so would have been a different matter entirely. Dante gulped as she raised herself over his face. He gulped because he was pretty sure she wasn’t wearing any panties under that robe of hers. Of course, he was hoping he was wrong. ”W-What makes you think I would want to lick that pussy of yours? You can’t make me lick you, and you probably don’t even taste that good anyway.” With that said, he looked away from her again, lacking the ability to sound convincing again.
 
Lucia just laughed even harder, pinching his cheek and pulling him back to look at her, "Is your Mistress making her slave mad?" she asked in a mocking tone, laughing again. "Just, so, cute!" she said lifting her robe over his face so he could see her tight pink little pussy. It was still wet, but he would be able to tell she was clean from his cum. "Oh you will do as I say, I have many other punishments..." She told him, and lowered herself slowly, so it was just above his lips. "Maybe if you are a good boy, I won't make you now, but you have to be good, or you will lick it until I cum, twice, and then you will have to clean me." She waits for him to make a snarky remark, or an insult, and if he did so, she would lower herself down.
 
Dante couldn’t help but feel increasingly pissed off with Lucia. It almost seemed as if she was trying to get underneath his skin on purpose, but as he thought about the way she had tortured him earlier, he also didn’t put it past her to try winding him up on purpose. There was a look of pure anger and hatred in his eyes as she continued to mock him. ”Fuck you, and stop mocking me.” The anger and irritation could clearly be heard in his voice as he had said this to her. However, when she lifted her robe over his face, he gulped a little bit as his eyes rested on her tight pussy. His eyes followed her pink pussy as she lowered herself to just above his lips. Not only was Dante able to see how wet she still was, but he was also able to pick up on her musky scent. He closed his eyes as he accidentally inhaled her scent, and as he did, it caused the blood to start flowing back to his cock once more. He opened his eyes again, looking back up at her pussy. ”I’d love to see you try and make me do as you say. I can’t say you will have much luck though, and I say bring on your other punishments. None of your other punishments will be as bad as that torture you put me through earlier.” He did genuinely believe that none of her other punishments could be as bad as torturing him with her tight pussy. ”Don’t you mean if I’m bad, you will make me lick you now? Not that you can make me anyway….and I’m not going to make you cum once, let alone twice.” He tried moving his face away from her pussy after he had spoken.
 
Lucia giggled even harder, oh he was so funny. He was getting angry, she could hear it in his voice. As he swore at her, she pinched his cheek harder, enough to sting, but not enough to hurt too much. "I will mock you if it pleases me." she said harshly, keeping the same calm look in her eyes. She heard the things he said next and lowered herself over his face, her clit pressing to his nose, and her wet lips pressing to his. He would of course be able to breathe, but the pressure she put on him was hard enough so he would not be able to speak, or bite, he could open just enough to slide the tip of his tongue through. She knew he would not do that yet, but the only way he could breathe was through his nose, so soon the smell of her feminine musk would drive him wild. She sat, waiting for him to do something, her hands pulling at his hair gently, and his ears and his cheeks. She rubbed her clit on the tip of his nose, pushing her scent deeper into his nostrils as he breathed.
 
Dante’s plan to wind her up hadn’t gone as well as he had hoped. If anything, it seemed as if it was him who was getting wound up, and what made it worse for him was how funny she seemed to find it. It just made him hate her more, especially since he was still tied to her bed, so he couldn’t do anything even if he wanted to. That look of hatred still remained in his eyes as she told him she would mock him if it pleased her. This just made Dante more determined to try his best to get underneath her skin, no matter how hard it was going to be for him. There was no way he could stop trying, not now. His eyes widened a little bit when she lowered herself over his face. He tried to move away from her pussy as she lowered it to his face, but since he was tied to her bed, he couldn’t move too far. Dante closed his eyes when he felt her clit pressing against his nose and her wet pussy lips pressing against his own lips. Of course this wasn’t good for him for a number of reasons. Her pussy was still wet and as her pussy lips rubbed against his own lips, he could feel little drops of her juices dripping onto his lips. On top of that, her musky scent was being driven straight up his nose as he really could only breathe through his nose, so every time he attempted to breathe through his nose, he inhaled more of her musky scent. This wasn’t good for him because her scent gradually started to turn him on, and she would have known this because his cock also started to rise and harden. Still, he was determined not to lick her tight wet pussy, no matter how good it may have looked. Dante tried moving his head away from her pussy, but in doing so, he allowed his nose to rub against her clit some more. He moved his head from side to side as he tried to move away, not knowing what his nose was doing to her clit.
 
She moaned as he moved. "lick, slave, I will stay here until you do. If you do not listen, I will sit here all night." she said, pulling his hair roughly. She slowly rubbed her lower lips on his, getting her juices all over his face. She looked down at him, "Are you ready to listen? Or do you need to stay tied up all night?" she looked back, and saw his hard cock, laughing softly. "You like this don't you, my smell, being tied up and tortured..."
 
Because she had her legs on either side of his head, Dante couldn’t really hear her moaning as he moved. He still had no idea that his movements were stimulating her clit, because if he had known, there was no way he would have done it in the first place. He heard what she said, but for some reason, he wasn’t really convinced she would sit on his face all night if he didn’t listen. Dante winced as he felt his hair being pulled roughly, but there was nothing that he could do about it. ”I-I’m…not going to….lick your pussy.” He tried to say, but really was unable to, mainly because of how much her wet pussy lips were pressed against his own. As he felt her rubbing her lips on his, he also felt her juices dripping over his face and into his mouth. Before he realised what had happened, he had already tasted her juices, and he had to admit that she tasted better than he had ever thought possible. Not that he was going to tell her that. Tasting her only made his cock even harder, and coupled with the fact he was still inhaling her scent, it wasn’t very long until his cock was rock hard once again. All 11 inches of his rock hard cock pointing straight up in the air. ”You can’t keep me tied up here all night.” He tried saying to her, and as he shook his head again, it only caused him to stimulate her clit further. Of course he was still blissfully unaware of this.
 
She continued to rub herself on his face, her clit being pressed to his shifting nose, and her pussy lips rubbing over his mouth. "Yeah, you keep telling yourself that, slave." she said, and she kept moving. She leaned back and pinched his nipples, twisting them with her fingers possessively. "Lick, slave, lick, or I'll keep twisting them as I pleasure myself on your face." he felt her rub her clit on his nose, now he would be aware of what he was doing. "you know how stubborn I am, you saw it, so you best do what you are told."
 
No matter how much he seemed to move his head around, it still didn’t seem to stop her from rubbing her clit against his nose and her pussy lips over his mouth. The more she rubbed her pussy lips over his mouth, the more of her juices seemed to seep down into his mouth. There was a part of him that wanted to taste her some more, but then the other part of him didn’t want anything to do with her. When he felt her pinching and twisting his nipples, Dante winced in pain. He was surprised at just how much it hurt when she twist his nipples in the way she did, but since he was tied to her bed, it wasn’t as if he could just grab hold of her, flip her over and get up off the bed. Sure, he wished that he could do this, but it was quite difficult when his arms and legs were tied to the bed. With her clit still pressed against his nose, Dante was still inhaling her scent every time he breathed in. Every time he breathed in her scent, it only served to increase his arousal more. Dante wasn’t really sure just how much more her scent was going to turn him on, but something told him that he was going to find out sooner or later. ”Why….do you want me to….lick your….tight pussy….if you’re just going….to pleasure yourself…on my face.” He held off on licking her pussy for the time being, but he wasn’t sure he would be able to hold out for too much longer. His arousal and her twisting his nipples would probably see to that.
 
She just ignored him, pinching harder. She pressed herself harder onto his face, he could still breathe, but it was a bit harder now. She smirked down at him, laughing as she saw how he struggled. He would do as she said, because she would see to it. She enjoyed her stubborn plaything, the fact that he was so turned on, but so disgusted, aroused her even more, making her juices drip even more onto his lips, him able to taste her even better now. She twirled her hips on him, rubbing herself into him. She stopped pinching his nipples and flicked them, roughly, but not enough to hurt too much, just enough to arouse him even more.
 
Dante didn’t really like it when she ignored him, but there again, he had almost expected it anyway. It seemed like she was that sort of person. Well, she seemed like it to him anyway. He heard her laughing at his struggles, which just seemed to irritate him further. Dante did find it a little harder to breathe as she had pressed herself harder onto his face. Try as he might, he couldn’t seem to stop more of her juices dripping onto his lips and into his mouth. This only turned him on more, and his cock leaked a little pre-cum as she twirled her hips on him. He groaned as she flicked his nipples instead of pinching them, and sure enough, it aroused him further. Dante wasn’t sure if he could take too much more, and as more of her juices dripped onto his lips and into his mouth, he licked his lips a little bit. In doing so, he also ended up licking her pussy too, even if it had been accidentally. With her pressing down even harder on him, he inhaled even more of her scent, which drove him absolutely wild. Once again, Dante could feel his resistance fading, and before he could stop himself, his tongue flicked up and down her pussy lips one more time. He really did like the way she tasted. Not that he had any intention of letting her know that. Well, he was hoping she wouldn't notice anyway, even as his tongue flickered over her pussy lips a few more times. Finally, when he realised what he was doing, he stopped.
 
She moaned as he licked her, her hips bucking on top of him. As he stopped, she pressed harder, cutting off his breathing for two seconds before lifting a bit, "Lick." she ordered, flicking his nipples three more times. "Now." She was getting frustrated, he was wild, still stubborn, she was even more determined to break him now. She had never had a slave this stubborn before, those slaves she got bored of quickly, tossing aside, but him, oh, even though he irritated her, it made her want to break him even more, and never give him up. He would have no idea how much worse he was making it for himself by fighting, his feistiness turning her on, she then began to twist his nipples once more.
 
Dante really had no idea just how much his stubbornness and feistiness was turning her on. Not that it would have stopped him from being stubborn and feisty anyway. If he had known though, it definitely would have made him wonder how such a thing could turn her on. Dante didn’t really know how frustrated he was making her, but he was certain that he would have enjoyed the fact he would have been making her so frustrated. In his mind, he was just being himself, and he didn’t really care if she didn’t like it or not. In fact, he was banking on the fact she wouldn’t like it. He felt her twisting his nipples some more, which caused him to wince a little bit in pain. Dante also got the feeling that she wasn’t going to get off his face until he finally licked her pussy. Finally, he reluctantly gave in and he slowly dragged his tongue up and down her wet pussy lips a few times. At first, he did it slow, but gradually he started to increase the speed in which his tongue flickered over her pussy lips. After a few minutes, he pushed his tongue past her pussy lips, driving it inside her. His tongue flicked back and forth at an increasing pace inside her, and as it did, he could feel more and more of her tasty juices falling into his mouth, which he willingly swallowed. He tongue fucked her as hard and fast as he possibly could, but he had every intention of stopping just before he was certain she was going to cum all over his face.
 
She felt him start to lick her, and Lucia began to moan. She pulled his hair, making him lick faster and harder. She knew he would fight back, she had held off his orgasm at least four times, what was to say he wouldn't return the favour? She continued rubbing her clit, hoping that would mean she would not be denied her orgasm. Her hands continued to pull his hair, harder and harder as he tongue fucked her. She pinched her knees into his head, so his face could not move from side to side.
 
Right now, Dante hated the fact that his hands were still tied to the bed. The simple reason was the fact is he most likely would have wrapped his arms around her thighs as he was eating her pussy. Now, even though Dante had started to enjoy tongue fucking her more than he should, that wasn’t to say he was still going to pay her back for denying him his orgasm for so long. His tongue moved inside her faster still, and his cock remained rock hard as he continued to lap up all of her tasty juices as they dripped down into his mouth. Dante pulled his tongue out of her pussy and ran his tongue up and down her wet pussy lips again and again. After doing so, he slipped his tongue back inside her once again. He tongue fucked her faster and faster as he waited for her to get to the point of orgasm.
 
She rode his face, squeezing her thighs even tighter against his face. Her hands pulling his hair and making his head nod up and down so his nose could stimulate her clit. She was enjoying his tongue, it knew what to do, and seemed to enjoy licking her and tasting her. Soon, she was close, she felt her body shake and quiver, her body feeling its climax. She bit her lower lip and rode his face harder, he would feel her get close. "Yes, good slave, just like that..." she told him, she had a feeling he would stop, but of course she hoped not. If he did, she would have ways of dealing with him, if he did stop.
 
There really was no denying that Dante did actually love eating her pussy and tasting her juices. He seemed to enjoy it more than he wanted to, but as long as she didn’t know that, then he thought it was fine. Dante was surprised at just how good her pussy tasted, and there was a part of him that did want more of her juices. He took down all her juices that her sweet pussy had to offer him, and he could tell she must have been getting close, especially when she squeezed her thighs tighter around his head and pulled his hair, causing his head to move up and down as he tongue fucked her. Finally, when he was positive she was close to her climax, he reluctantly stopped licking her tasty pussy. Sure, he had enjoyed licking her, but he wanted to put her through the same kind of torture she had put him through. He was even tempted to make her beg him to let her cum, but something told him that there was no way she was going to do that. He just wanted her to know what it felt like to be denied an orgasm. ”You might taste good….but now we will see how much you like it when you can’t cum. I might just even ask you to beg me.” He taunted her as he pulled his tongue out of her pussy and teasingly licked up and down her pussy lips one time. He knew she wouldn't like this, but he didn't care. He also had a feeling that she was going to make him lick her pussy and let her cum.....somehow.
 
When he stopped, she got off his face and walked out of the room. Obviously, she was angry, and struggling with herself because she had been denied her orgasm. When she returned, she brought a bag back, placing it next to the bed. "what a bad boy...I had hoped I could be kind...but...it looks like I am going to have to punish you even more, but first..." she pulled out a vibrator, and stood there in front of him. She turned it on and began to masturbate in front of him. She moaned, rubbing herself faster and faster. If he was going to be a bad slave, she would finish herself now, and then punish him after. She finally felt herself close and came. She moaned and gasped, slowing down as her body stopped shaking. She then grinned, and pushed it inside her, collecting some of her female cum on the vibrator before pushing it in her slave's mouth. She held it in with one hand while the other lifted a silk strip of cloth. She tied it tightly around his mouth so he couldn't spit out the still buzzing vibrator. "If you think your Mistress will beg you to cum, then you can suck on that for a while." she then sat on his chest, looking down at him closely, her face just a breath away from his.
 
Dante hadn’t really known just what she was going to do when he had denied her the orgasm she had been craving. Sure, he had thought she had tasted really good, and there had been a part of him that had wanted to continue licking her sweet pussy, but still, he had wanted to deny her the orgasm she wanted so much more. He was slightly confused when she got up and left the room, but his confusion only seemed to grow as she returned with a bag. He was going to ask her what was in the bag, but before he could open his mouth to ask her, she pulled a vibrator out of the bag. His eyes couldn’t seem to leave her pussy as she had started to pleasure herself with the vibrator. At first, he was wondering what kind of punishment this was supposed to be, but he soon found out. He watched her make herself cum, but he started shaking his head as she shoved the vibrator in his mouth. Before he could spit it back out, something was tied around his mouth. Sure, he was able to taste her on the vibrator, but the buzzing vibrator was sending vibrations through his skull. Well, it certainly felt like it anyway. He looked straight up into her eyes as she sat on his chest, and he did try talking, but it was made almost impossible with the buzzing vibrator in his mouth. The chances were likely she would have known what he was trying to say anyway, coupled with the fact he was shaking his head. Dante wanted the buzzing vibrator taken out of his mouth. It was that simple. Whether she would actually take it out of his mouth was another question entirely. He started struggling, trying to free himself, but of course he failed miserably. After a few failed attempts, he gave up trying to struggle as much.
 
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