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against me. Soon, he started to lick faster, circling my clit, then sucking on it.
    Oh yeah… I would’ve been screaming at the top of my lungs if not for that pesky ball. His tongue was my favorite thing in the world right then. It was agonizing to not be able to vocalize my appreciation. I moaned until I felt the leather ball vibrating in my mouth from the force of my breath.
    His tongue moved harder against my clit, giving me just what I needed. I was pretty sure I had fallen in love with being at his mercy. My body was his for the taking and he could do with it anything he desired, but what he chose right then was to give my pussy a nice, thorough licking.
    I gasped. There was a finger… It poked against a tight hole I’d rarely used for anything other than its intended purpose.
    As he bathed my clit with his tongue, I felt him slide his fingers from my pussy down to my asshole to get it wet. It was probably already saturated, considering how soaked I’d been all evening. But I liked the motion of his fingers sliding along in a path between my two holes.
    He kept his tongue on my clit and forced a finger just inside my butt.
    I pressed my teeth into the ball, unable to scream. It hurt, but I was unable to stop him.
    His finger stayed there, not moving. The pain of it went away as I felt my orgasm approaching. In fact, as he sucked on my clit and licked it faster, I found myself clenching my ass around his finger. I started to like the way it felt. It added an unexpected element of pain to the pleasure I experienced. I also appreciated the fact that he had been gentle with me when he could have been forceful. After all, he was in control and I sure wasn’t. I was just the woman laying there on her back with a gag in her mouth and her legs spread wide for his pleasure.
    Mmm… I loved being there for his pleasure. I was a toy, and he wanted to play with me. He could’ve done anything he wanted, but he chose to lick my pussy and finger my ass. Yeah… yeah… the thought of it sent me over the edge.
    My hips bucked against his face. My ass tightened around his finger, not wanting to let go. I needed that finger right then. I tried to scream at the top of my lungs but it came out like a sad, muffled cry.
    My new fantasy was to spend the rest of my life on that bed, being used however he saw fit.
    After I got off, I closed my eyes, trying to breathe as deeply as that gag would allow. My body trembled on the bed, trying to recover from my insanely intense orgasm.
    Seconds later, I felt the mattress depress around me. He was hovering over me, staring down into my eyes with his hands planted somewhere above my head.
    “I’m gonna fuck you so hard.” Christopher’s dick rammed inside me at once.
    I closed my eyes and inhaled sharply. It didn’t matter that I’d just had the orgasm of my life. That dick was what I needed to really satisfy my longing—the itch deep inside that begged to be scratched. He stuck it in me deep and forcefully. And he kept it there for a few seconds before the real fucking began.
    Damn, he felt good. Like he belonged inside me. Like he owned my pussy. Christopher inhabited me completely, staring down into my eyes as soon as I opened them again. Never had penetration felt so good to me. He slammed into me harder and harder. I felt his balls hitting my sore bottom every time. I loved being underneath him with no choice but to let him have his way, feeling him do whatever he wanted at his pace and his pressure.
    That is, until I felt him slip out of my pussy and down to my other hole.
    I winced, hoping he’d see the pain in my face and react with mercy. He reached down between his legs with one arm and looked in my eyes as he poked against my hole gently with the tip of his cock. Then he pressed a little harder. Then a little harder until I was pretty sure his whole head was inside my ass.
    I screamed against the ball, but Christopher was undeterred.
    He stayed inside me, not moving.