He places his hands on my shoulders and almost without touching me, slowly slides them across my back until they reach my waist and hold on tightly before squeezing my buttocks and moaning behind me. He squeezes my buttocks for a while while moving them in a circle.

—Do you like my ass? —I ask him as he delights and moans as he kneads it.

—Especially what I'm going to do with it. —he says to me in a whisper.

—Are you going to hit me?

—Oh no. I don't like to hit women, even if it's to punish them sexually.

—Have you ever spanked anyone?

—I love spanking, Ana. —he says to me before releasing my buttocks.

I don't understand anything. He tells me that he doesn't hit women, but also that he likes spanking. I imagine that for him there must be a difference between hitting and spanking.

I feel a finger slip through my sex.

—Don't move. —he says to me as he slides his finger in a circle.

I pant, close my eyes and bite my lower lip when he sticks a finger in me. I'm wet with his single caress. He quickly removes his finger and I feel him insert something that sounds familiar.

—The balls? —I ask him as he smiles behind me.

—I'm not just going to put the balls on you, Ana. —he says as I feel his hands now sliding something up my ass, I tense up completely. —It's lube. —he says to me by way of explanation.

His finger slides several times down my butt and draws circles around the anus and without realizing it I can't even see myself leaning my body towards his hands.

—Are you anxious about your punishment?

—I want this torture to end. —I tell him as he stops the movement of his finger.

I can't wait for the torture and punishment to end. Because I know that after enduring it he will reward me with pleasure.

—Relax. —he says to me as I feel something wanting to go in there.

I feel a hand over my sex that begins to massage my clitoris. I groan audibly and lean against his hand even more. I open my eyes when he shoves something up my ass and leaves it there. I know because I feel the pressure. He separates his hand from my sex.

—I recommend that you hold on tight to the bed and don't move. —he says to me as I feel his hand sliding down my buttocks.

I hold on tightly to the bed even though I have restricted movement with the handcuffs. And then without warning I feel a slight spanking. It doesn't hurt, but it makes my body move forward involuntarily and I feel the balls move.

—Mmmm! —whimpering.

—Do you like it? —he asks as he slides his hand across my buttocks and squeezes them lightly once more.

He separates his hand and gives me another one, now in the other buttock. I feel like I'm starting to squirm with pure pleasure. I pull my hands, but I cannot move them.

—Does this turn you on, Ana? —he asks as he repeats the same operation and I open my eyes.

I cannot answer him. I can't find the words. With each spanking it increases in intensity. But I am not aware of the pain in my ass. Not when what he is doing to me makes me moan and pant with pleasure. I am only aware of the movement of the balls inside me. I have no idea what it has put in my butt, but I am not interested in it right now. When he gives me the tenth slap he stops. I am panting with pure pleasure and about to reach orgasm just like this. I feel his hand on my ass again and this time he pulls out what he put in me. I feel a slight emptiness, but not for long. I feel him slide something around my ass again, but this time it starts to vibrate. He moves it in circles around my anus making me close my eyes suddenly over-excited.

—I need you to tell me what you're feeling Ana. I need to know when you are about to come. —he says in a low voice behind me.

And then I feel the vibrator go in a little bit.

—Ahhh!— I scream as I close my eyes in ecstasy.

I don't know how he does it, but the vibration in my butt makes the balls in my vagina move too. The moans escape from my lips more and more often.

—Ana! Are you close?

—Yes! —I scream at him like crazy.

And then he pulls the vibrator out of my ass. I stop feeling the movement of the balls and I feel the orgasm start to slowly go away. I feel his hand between my legs and he quickly dumps the balls.

—Are you excited?

—Why did you stop? —I say, panting with pleasure.

I feel his breath brush against my neck, he bites my earlobe before moaning in my ear.

—I'm not done with you yet.

I feel his hands sliding from my shoulders to my wrists as he leaves kisses all over my spine. And then I watch him undo the handcuffs of the bed. He turns me over in his arms and carries me by the buttocks, settling me in the center of the bed while looking at me with that radiant smile before getting out of bed.

He lifts my hands above my head and from the look he gives me, I know not to move them from where he has placed them. I watch him as he now handcuff me to the headboard of the bed. And I see myself once again helpless and at his mercy.

I raise my head and watch him stand over my body. He still has his jeans on, and as I frown and stare at his waist with rapid breathing, I am wondering if he will ever take them off.

He settles on my body by tucking one knee between my legs and pulling them apart. He places his hands on either side of my body as he lowers his mouth towards my belly. I drop my head on the bed and pull my hands when I feel his warm breath touching my skin. His warm mouth begins to ascend over my body. He has a goal in mind and I know he will achieve it. Quickly his mouth claims my breasts and I gasp for pleasure once again.

His tongue traces warm circles on one of my breasts while I squirm underneath his body. My body arches involuntarily against him. Christian presses his knee against my sex and lets the weight of his body fall on mine preventing me from moving. He switches to the other breast while pulling the nipple of the breast he just tortured.

I groan and scream as I feel my walls begin to squirm under his body delightfully.

Bite down gently and pull on the nipple.

—God!

—I don't think he can hear you moaning, just me. —he tells me as he moves on to the other breast.

I pull on my hands. What I want right now is to wrap my hands around his hair and pull it towards me.

—If you keep pulling, you will hurt your hands. —he says, scolding me.

I stop moving my hands, even though it is difficult. He presses his knee more against my sex and I try to move against him. I need that delicious friction that leads me to the abyss. I am so close once again. I close my eyes and groan audibly again. Then as if he know that I am on the verge of orgasm once again, he separate his mouth from my breasts.

I stop feeling the weight of his body on mine and open my eyes as I feel the orgasm slowly move away. He sits down next to me and unties my hands from the headboard. He helps me sit up while rubbing my hands lightly after taking off the handcuffs.

—How do you feel? —he asks as he examines my face.

—Do you really want to know?

—Of course I do.

—I have never been so excited in my life.

—Not even when you were at the club?

—Not even there. —I say to him with my breath held high.

He gets out of bed and holds out his hand to me. I get out of bed next to him and watch him take a pillow. He walks with me to the front of the bed and puts the pillow on the floor.

—Kneel down and put your hands behind you. —he asks me while I look at him with a frown.

I kneel down, look up at him and slowly place my hands behind my back without taking my eyes off of his. He grabs a set of handcuffs from the bed and then bends over behind me. He puts the handcuffs back on my hands. It seems he won't let me touch him.

He stops in front of me again. I watch him as he smiles wickedly at me. He is doing it on purpose. I hope that this excitement and leaving me on the verge of orgasm will soon be over. I watch him lower his hands to the button on his jeans and pull them off. And then slowly lower them down their muscular legs next to the boxer. I swallow the knot in my throat and suddenly my mouth feels very dry. I don't look away from his erection as he finishes getting rid of the jeans and kicking them aside.

He brings one hand to his erection and begins to slowly caress it. I don't miss the movement of his hand up and down sliding all the way around.

I pass my tongue unconsciously through my lips. As I watch him, all I can think about is devouring him completely. He steps forward and stops right in front of me. I raise my eyes and find his dark desire.

—Do you want to take me Ana?

—Yes! —I groan just thinking about it.

He takes another step forward as he slides his penis across my half-open lips. I stick out my tongue and slide it over the tip of his prominent erection.

—So take me. —he says to me as he puts his penis in my mouth.

It tastes better than I imagined. Christian begins to move gently in my mouth. I have never done this before. I'm tied up. And he is the one who controls all the movements. I just have to open my mouth and press my lips around him. With each slow movement I slide my tongue in circles and suck hard. I wish I could hold him with one hand and caress him, but he won't let me. He does it. He directs his free hand to my head. He still has the other hand at the base of his penis. I groan when I feel his hand clinging tighter to my head. And then he places his other hand on my shoulder. He moves slowly and with controlled movements, preventing his entire penis from entering my mouth. He's wrong if he think I will settle for less. I lean forward and feel it reach my throat.

—Ana, for God's sake! —he exclaims as he goes completely into my mouth.

I feel his hand clinging tightly to my shoulder. I try to relax as I control my involuntary gagging. I have never experienced such raw possession. His movements increase in intensity. My belly muscles tighten delightfully as I feel him moaning, more and more often.

—Don't come! —he exclaims in a roar of pleasure.

I press my lips around him as I continue to suck. His hot member gets harder and harder in my mouth. I know he is close.

—Ana! —he screams once more. — I told you it would end up in your mouth! —he screams at me as he continues to charge.

Shit! I didn't expect this.

I'm trying to get away from him. But his hands hold me tightly by the shoulder and the head. This man wants to finish me off, definitely. I have never liked the taste of semen, it makes me want to vomit. But I can't move, even if I try very hard. His member hits my throat more and more intensely. And then I feel him moaning audibly as I feel the liquid hitting my throat.

I suck and swallow quickly without even thinking, squeeze my lips and groan as I squeeze my thighs as well. I continue to suck more intensely. I did not expect this reaction from my body. I like his sweet and salty taste and I cannot stop tasting it for a moment. His taste makes the excitement grow even more in me. I groan again and suddenly he pulls his limb out of my mouth leaving me on the verge of an orgasm once again.

I slide my tongue over my lips missing the taste, the warmth and the hardness of his penis in my mouth. I look up into his eyes which look at me in surprise, I can tell.

He bends over a bit and grabs me by the shoulders to help me stand up. My legs are numb. I can barely feel them. Christian turns me over and uncuffs me by rubbing my wrists after removing them. He carries me in his arms, walks to the bed and lays me down in the middle. Then he sits at my feet and starts massaging my aching legs.

This is delicious.

I smile and close my eyes with pleasure.

I am physically and mentally exhausted.

This man is going to finish me off in a week, I know it. What he just did to me is just a taste of what he can do to a woman. As he massages my body I begin to relax deliciously. My eyes are too heavy. My breathing begins to slow down. As I am almost asleep and he continues with his massage, I realize something important. I have not had any orgasm.

I slowly open my eyes and find his gaze fixed on mine.

—Why didn't you let me come? —I ask in a sleepy whisper.

—Because that is your punishment for disobeying me. —he says with a smile. —Rest Ana.

And as if he were a charmer. I close my eyes obediently and fall into a deep sleep