“I know how you feel Ben, and I know what you’ve said. I just don’t know why you don’t want me back.” I said, pouting. Even though I knew go...ng in the likelihood of us having sex was minimal, I still wanted him. “Goddamn it Emma, I want you. I want you so fucking bad it hurts. I don’t know how else to explain it, but I promised I wouldn’t have sex yet. I want to throw you down right now and fuck your brains out, but I can’t.” He said, looking away. I looked down, he was still hard, and he. I had turned from a gentle fucker to a dominating stud in a matter of seconds. “So you want to be fucked do you”, I commanded. “Yes…”, she replied, she breathed slowly and sharply…waiting for my next words. It was the words and actions that were turning her on now, not the sensations of being fucked. I slipped my cock into her for the second time that evening. “Like this…”, I said, as I eased it in slowly. She sighed but did not reply. “Or do you want to get fucked really hard ….”, I said, as I. I connected two clothes pins with the string then went back to Sarah. When I got back I gave her the next order, "sit up on the couch."She obeyed me, such a good whore. I put one of the clothes pins on each nipple, and put the string in her mouth. "Pull your head back" I said pulling on her hair, not giving her much of a choice to do otherwise. The clothes pins stretched her nipples and she moaned half in pleasure, half in pain. I kept pulling her hair while my free hand finger fucked her pussy. He grabbed her thighs, squeezing the flesh, digging his fingernails into her skin. He reached forward, grabbed a handful of her long hair, and tugged. She loved when he pulled her hair, and she encouraged him to do it harder. “More, daddy. Harder..” she gasped, as he yanked back on her hair. He relit the candle and positioned his cock at her wet, eager hole. As the first drops of wax began to fall on the small of her back, he slid into her. She gasped and tried to scoot forward, but he held.