“I’m fucking disgusting,” I reply as Nas runs the pinwheel over my hard nipple, making me gasp. He keeps the wheel there, rocking it back and forth and watching me writhe.

“Are you my fucking slut?” he asks as he pulls the wheel off my body and slaps me across one of my tits. I flinch as I squeak in delight.

“Oh, fuck. Yes, Sir. I’m your fucking slut.”

“Say it again,” he demands before slapping my other bare breast, turning it bright red.

“I’m your fucking slut, Sir.”

“Again!” he yells, slapping me across the face as he drags the pinwheel down my stomach and stops just above my pussy.

“Fuck. I’m your … I’m your fucking slut, Sir.”

“Keep fucking saying it. Scream it so loud the neighbors down the road will know how much of a slut you are for your king. Scream it!”

“I’m your fucking slut, Sir!” I scream as Nas pulls the pinwheel away and takes a step back.

“I’m your fucking slut, Sir!” I yell again as he grabs a blue and white wand and plugs it into an outlet next to me.

“I’m your fucking slut, Sir!” I bellow as he turns on the wand and presses it firmly against my clit, rocking my world into another universe. “Oh fuck! Oh, god!” I shriek, and Nas uses his free hand to grab me by the face hard, forcing me to look at him.

“No,” he growls. “I am your god.”

In a flash, Nas pushes down his pants, revealing his cock, but only long enough to grab it and shove it inside of my dripping wet pussy. I gasp from the sensation of being completely filled up, and my eyes roll to the back of my head as Nas begins fucking me while holding the wand to my clit and rolling the pinwheel across my chest.

I want to scream from the overload of sensations. My face and tits are red from being slapped, my clit is being vibrated by the wand, and the pinwheel is sending sharp, painful prickles across my chest, all while Nas’s cock strokes in and out of me with perfect pace and depth. This is what heaven would be like if God was a Dominant. My arms pull against the restraints at the top of the cross, my skin flushing red as I squeeze my eyes closed and my body gives in to the weight of it all.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” Nas barks, his voice cutting through the noise and making my eyes snap open. “You don't get to fucking come without my permission. Now hold it. You understand me, slut? Hold it in like a good little whore while I use you the way I want to. Tell me you understand.”

“I … please, can I come? Sir, please?”