Riona groans in frustration.

“Not yet,” I say. “You haven’t earned it.”

I walk around to the front of the bench. I stand directly in front of Riona and unbutton my jeans. I pull out my cock, which is heavy and throbbing and already dripping pre-cum.

I grip my cock by the base and hold it out to her.

“Suck,” I order.

For a moment Riona presses her lips together, contemplating disobedience. But she’s craving reward. So she opens her mouth and lets me feed her my cock.

Her hands are tied, and she’s immobilized over the bench. All she can do is relax her jaw and let me thrust in and out of her mouth. I feel her tongue sliding on the underside of my cock, from the base all the way up to the head.

I thrust shallowly at first, then deeper as my cock is lubricated by her saliva. Soon I’m bottoming out in her throat, making her gag.

It’s incredibly dominating using her mouth like this. It wouldn’t mean fuck all if it were some random girl, but Riona is a queen. It’s like I’ve captured Cleopatra as my spoils of war. I feel like a fucking emperor.

I pump in and out of her mouth, my cock so swollen and hot that I feel like I might split my own skin. Cum boils in my balls, begging to be released.

Not yet, though. I’ve barely gotten started.

Instead, I pull out of her mouth saying, “Good job, baby girl.”

“I’m not your baby!” Riona says furiously.

“Oh, you’re not?”

I stride around her, picking up the crop again and bringing it down hard on her ass. Riona can’t stop from crying out.

“Ow!” she yells.

I whip her again, in the same spot.

“Fuck!” she shouts, squirming and twisting.

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

I whip her ruthlessly, until her entire buttocks is bright pink.

Then I drop the crop and I thrust my fingers inside of her. She gasps and her warm, wet pussy twitches. Now she’s squirming for an entirely different reason.

“Oh, god,” she moans.

I’m rubbing her clit and fingering her in a steady rhythm. I can feel her rocking against my hand, her thighs trembling and her pussy clenching around my fingers.

“Only good girls get to cum,” I tell her in a low voice.

She groans and presses harder against my hand, desperate for release.

“Say you’re my girl,” I demand.

Silence for a moment, then she gasps, “I’m yours!”

“Mine to protect?”

“Yes,” she pants.

“Mine to ride?”

“YES!” she cries, right on the edge.

I stop fingering her and she cries out in frustration.

But she doesn’t have long to wait. Instead, I grip her by the hips, and I thrust my cock into that tight, wet pussy. She screams out with pleasure as I fuck her from behind. Holding tight to her hips, I slam into her again and again, my hips smacking against her ass even louder than the riding crop.