Hips still shuddering from her last orgasm, Katy could only watch as the man deposited the paddle back on the table it had come from. He grabbed something else, but held it behind his back as he approached the violated songstress.
"Did you know that a bull whip can break bones, Ms. Perry? Such a nasty device."
Katy's eyes widened in fear as he approached. He lashed out striking her in the face… with fur?
"Rabbit pelt," he said, holding it up for her to see. It was dyed red and attached to a whip handle. She should hear the grin in his voice but still couldn't focus on his face.
"Why.." she began, but was cut off by another smack in the face with the pelt. He seized her, pulling her tight body against his. He pulled her head to the side and put his teeth to her throat. Katy could feel his erection bulging against her, and was sure he was going to bite her. He proceeded to suck her throat roughly, bruising her. He gripped her ass, ran the hand up her body and fondled her breast.
"I've got you for the rest of the day, and a bottle of viagra to make damn sure we put every moment to good use."
He pit his hand on her shoulder and guided her down. She had a moment to wonder what had happened to her shackles as she kneeled before him. But then he dropped his pants and her lips went to work like before. She couldn't stop, even when she gagged on his cock.
"Why don't you sing me one of your songs? How about "Firework"? She began to pull away to comply but he guided her mouth gently back around the base of his cock.
"Right there is fine," he said, a smile in his voice. |