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you have to be such a nasty bitch all the time,” Mason said when he was finally right in front of her again, his voice muffled through the sock bandage. “It’s starting to get on my nerves.”
    “I am a bitch, aren’t I? But I’m your bitch, Mason…to do with whatever you want. How about if I make it up to you?”
    “Oh yeah, how you gonna do that?”
    Sarah lowered her eyes to Mason’s crotch and slowly licked her lips. “Well, big boy…I could start by helping you out with that thing. Put down the knife and stick me with that other dagger? I dare you!”  
    Mason didn’t need to be told twice. Sarah’s mouth watered as she watched her boyfriend cut her free from her silky bindings, throw his blade over onto the edge of the nearby bed, toss away the bloody sock, and hastily unzip his pants.   That was all the help she needed. She was more than capable of taking over from there. Mason might think he was the boss and controlled the pain, but the pleasure part of their unusual relationship was definitely her job — and she was damn good at it.  
    Of course, practice makes perfect , Sarah thought, dropping to her knees and seductively batting those big innocent blue eyes skyward as she slowly teased his jeans down to his ankles. She gently toyed with his balls through the thin cotton of his boxer shorts before finally reaching in to set free his swollen cock. As always, it immediately bobbed to attention inches from her face, standing up tall and proud and ready to do some serious damage. Long and thick, Mason had the kind of cock most women could only dream their men had. The kind of cock that said, ‘Better back off girlie…you’re in way over your head’ when you first saw it. Fortunately, Sarah was no shrinking violet and was more than up for the challenge.
    She licked her way up his shaft, taking her sweet time swirling the tip of her tongue around the engorged head, making sure to hit all those wonderfully sensitive places hidden just beneath the rim. Mason moaned when she finally took all of him into her warm mouth — or at least as much of him as she could take — and while Sarah slowly rocked her body up and down she went back to massaging his balls. This wasn’t her first time doing this dance and instinctively knew when to increase her rhythm as Mason’s breathing increased. She could sense his stomach muscles tightening and her swirling tongue could feel the vein running down the length of his manhood starting to throb, his head swollen so hard it was pulsing with each beat of his heart. When she felt the moment was right she slid a finger into her lover’s ass, hoping to catch Mason off guard and surprise him into climaxing. She’d done this same thing several times in the past and it had made him instantly splash a huge load of hot cum down her throat. Tonight she wasn’t so lucky. She was going to have to work harder for her reward tonight.
    Standing up, she leaned in to give Mason a long, hungry kiss, their lips mashing into each other’s, their escalating passions fueled by the coppery taste of their recently spilled blood. Mason’s hands greedily found her heaving breasts, his strong fingers pinching and twisting her engorged nipples with just enough force to send fireworks shooting down through her core to make her clitoris ride wave after wave of pleasure. Sarah was close to orgasm and he had barely even touched her yet. As much as she wanted to guide one of his talented hands down between her thighs, she wanted his cock more. Patience and foreplay had never been her strong points. Sarah was more of a ‘ get right to it ’ kind of girl. She was ready to explode and she wanted his manhood inside of her when she did.  
    Or better yet, maybe they could cum together.  
    Breaking free from his kiss, Sarah spun around and bent over the nearby wooden desk. In the heat of the moment, she frantically swept the small lamp and the old fashioned telephone off onto the floor and