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kitten.”
    “Yes Sir.”   
    Standing to face him in just my heels and panties, I slowly begin unbuttoning his blue, collared dress shirt. While I push the fabric away from his chest, he slowly works the vibrator into my sex.
    Unbuckling his belt, I relish in the fact that he won’t be using it on me tonight. Although I’ve not admitted as much to Tommy, my skin is still sore from Dante’s abuse last week.
    Freeing his cock, I run my hand over his shaft and let out a genuine shudder of anticipation. Is it wrong that I love what I do? Maybe, but I don’t care.
    Especially not right now as I sink to my knees in front of him.
    “Did you miss me, kitten?”
    “Yes Sir.”
    “Hmm,” he groans, pushing my hair away from my face lovingly as he grips his erection into his hand. “Do you know why that is?”
    “Please tell me Sir,” I answer him, nuzzling up against his groin and hugging his thigh to my chest as I continue working the vibrator into myself while he watches.
    Gripping my jaw painfully with his free hand, rough enough to force my lips into one of those ugly fish faces, he forces my eyes to his.
    “Because you’re a whore, baby,” he says in a disturbingly calm voice. “Isn’t that right, kitten?”
    “Hmm,” I purr. “Yes Sir.”
    Gripping the hair at the back of my neck, he instructs me to lap at him, collecting the drops of fluid that have already formed at the tip of his cock. Once he’s satisfied, he forcefully yanks me to my feet by my hair before tossing me onto the bed.
    “Get it in the air!” he yells out as his spanks me hard. Immediately, I give him what he wants as I plant my face into the mattress. He binds my wrists behind me, connecting them to my ankles quickly with the zip ties I put out for him. The position forces me open and unable to move which is exactly how he wants me.
    Pulling the beads from their spot in my ass, he buries his face there for a moment before I hear him reaching for the lube I left on the nightstand. The distinct noise the bottle makes as he squeezes it into his hand and works it over his shaft causes a deep shudder to rock through me.
    Briefly acknowledging it, Johnny pulls his face away from me. After quickly working his lube covered fingers into my opening to make sure I’m ready for him, he slams his cock into my ass with such force, my vision becomes blurred momentarily.
    A loud huff of air comes from my chest before I can stop it. Knowing he’s heard it, I brace myself as his hand makes contact with my skin with a sharp smack as he continues to drive into my ass.
    “Do you want me to stop, kitten?” he threatens. I begin shaking my head violently against the mattress, knowing better than to speak. “Then you need to shut the fuck up, you hear?”
    I nod so that he can see me and turn my h ead back into the bed. After months of servicing him, I know what he likes and this is it: hardcore anal with a little dash of dominance.
    Oh, and he has a weird thing for chicks who act like cats.
    After another forty minutes of plowing into my ass, Johnny pulls out and falls onto the mattress beside me, completely spent.
    “Stay right where you are, kitten,” he croons softly from beside me. “Don’t move at all.”
    “Yes Sir.”
    “I want you to tell me what your ass feels like after I’ve claimed it,” he says huskily. “Don’t skip a detail.”
    Describing everything to him over the course of the next ten minutes, I lick his neck and face, purring while he palms my sex until I come. When he’s finished, he orders me to look away from him and stands up quietly, dressing in silence.
    I stay where I am, waiting for permission to move. When he’s completely dressed, Johnny walks up behind me and gently places his hands onto my hips and reaches up, releasing me from the ties at my wrists with a pocket knife.
    “You may face me now, kitten.”
    Moving slowly, I turn over and face him silently. He gently removes the clamps from my tortured nipples and