Bratty mouse: a punishment for saying he’s only worth 6 Os

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I stood there in my black sundress, the fabric whispering against my bare skin, the cool breeze teasing me through the thin material. My black hair danced in the wind, and my green eyes sparkled with a hunger that matched the obsession in his gaze. He was a vision in his button-down and tie, his gorgeous eyes filled with a hunger that made my heart race. The woods surrounded us, a dark and inviting playground for our twisted desires.

I giggled as I ran from him, the thrill of the chase sending adrenaline coursing through my veins. But he caught me, his strong arms wrapping around me as our eyes met. The silent command to come to him was irresistible, and I obeyed, my body already trembling with anticipation.

He circled me like a lion playing with his food, his steps slow and deliberate. When he stopped behind me, I could feel his presence, his gaze boring into me, making me shiver. His hand wrapped around my throat, firm and possessive, while the other traveled up my thigh, teasing, ***ing. He whispered, "You're mine," and the words sent a shiver down my spine. His fingers found my wetness, and he teased me, pushing me to the brink of ecstasy before pulling back, a cruel chuckle escaping his lips. "I'm only worth 6, you will only get 6," he taunted, his voice laced with dark amusement.

On my knees, I looked up at him as he unbuttoned his shirt, his movements slow and deliberate. His tie was soon wrapped around my throat, a leash to control me. He growled, commanding me to suck him, and I complied, my tongue and hands working in unison to bring him pleasure. But he stopped me, pulling me up and removing the tie, only to bend me over and spank me with his belt, each strike a mix of *** and pleasure, making me whimper and squeal.

He pinned me to a tree, the belt around my throat, his strength overwhelming. Before I could process, he had my legs on his shoulders, his mouth and fingers sending me to heaven. I clawed at his hair, begging for more, craving him with every fiber of my being. I came six times, squirting all over his beard and face, each orgasm more intense than the last. He kept pushing me, bringing me to the edge of a seventh, but he stopped, chuckling as he backed away, leaving me pinned to the tree, frustrated and aching.

He circled the tree, his voice a dark taunt as he whispered, "I'm only worth 6, remember little mouse?" I growled, my frustration palpable. He came around to face me, his eyes meeting mine, and I could see the satisfaction in his gaze. He was going to destroy me, and I was *** to stop it. I was his, completely and utterly, and he knew it.

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