Page 27 of Naughty or Nice?

I blink up at him and watch the pleasure unfold on his square features. He looks like he’s in ecstasy as he pushes in and out of my mouth.

His pleasure makes me feel pleasure.

My pussy throbs in needy desire, remembering what it feels like to have him deep inside me.

We slip into a rhythm where St. Nick uses my mouth and I writhe helplessly against the silky restraints, letting him do as he pleases. I’m turned on by how he grips my hair and forces himself toward the back of my throat.

I gag against the thick intrusion, tears misting my eyes.

The muscles in my throat fight against him, contracting in resistance. The sensation feels so good on his dick, his groans deepen. He pushes his dick even further, making me sputter around his length.

“Mmmph… mmmph…. mmmph!”

“Naughty girls don’t get to talk,” he growls, pumping his hips against my mouth. “They get throat fucked, don’t they, darling?”

“Mmmm!”

He picks up the pace, slipping in and out of my mouth ’til he really is fucking me. His fingers have gathered a fistful of my hair that he uses to hold down my head and make me choke on his thick dick.

Tears blind my vision as I swipe my tongue and try to keep up. My mouth’s aching from being propped open and my arms tremble against the silk binds.

St. Nick fucks my mouth and tells me how good I look like this. Tied to the bed as he uses my mouth and my body jerks along with the movements of his thrusts.

“We’re just getting started, darling. You haven’t even been punished yet.”

“OOWWW!”

A sharp, immediate pain erupts across my ass as he finally brings down the leather belt. It’s folded in half as he thwacks it over my ass in a quick lash.

My hips twist side to side at the harsh blow. My teeth accidentally graze against his dick.

I’m immediately reprimanded. He growls, yanking my head back and cracking the leather belt over my ass a second time. The leather collides with my ass in another stinging burst of pain that makes my entire body jerk.

“No teeth, darling,” he scolds. “You’ll just have to figure out how to suck my cock and be spanked at the same time, won’t you?”

“YESSS!” my muffled answer comes with the third whip of his belt.

The looped end cracks down and sends a stinging current through me. He pushes deeper into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat ’til I’m gagging on him, tears pouring down my face.

I’ve never been more helpless, restrained and teary-eyed. My bare ass juts out as it’s striped red, and my pussy clenches on air, completely untouched. His dick’s stuffed down my throat, his hips relentless as he pumps in and out of my mouth.

“Let this be a lesson,” he grunts. “Good girls don’t fuck their ex’s father, do they?”

“NO!”

The taut leather collides with my soft, round ass.

The pain sears my skin. A stinging hot burn that remains for seconds to come. I pull on the restraints and focus on pleasuring his dick. I suck on the head when he drags his hips back, flicking my tongue over the round, bulbous tip.

My lungs draw desperate breaths, so feverish I don’t even feel like myself.

St. Nick shows no mercy.

The looped belt lashes down ten, fifteen, twenty times.

I’m on fire by the time he slides his dick deep and then pulls out to spill his cum over my face. The thick white substance streaks across my parted lips, my cheeks, my nose and brow. He grips me by the hair and rubs his dick against my lips and therest of my face ’til I’m gleaming with his cum, staring up at him with a pussy that’s throbbing like crazy.

“Look at my dirty, naughty girl,” he says, grinning. “Your pretty face is covered in my cum like it should be. And look at this ass.”