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head. Arch your back. Perfect. Look at those
tits. You have beautiful tits. Stick them out for me. Ahh, yes.”
    His hands closed around my waist and he lifted me then
shoved me back down hard. I gasped. Again. I made a mmph sound.
    “Up and down hard,” he ordered. “I want to see those tits
shake. Up and down. Hard! Fuck your master’s dick. That’s right.”
    I rode him as hard as I could, needing his assistance at my
waist for additional force and balance. His hips jerked under me and rose up to
meet me when I pushed down onto him. His eyes watched my bouncing breasts, and
my pussy, and a few times, my face.
    I panted for breath while the pressure began to grow
unbearable. Finally, with one of his hands, he rubbed my clit. Catching my eye,
he said, “You can come now.”
    I worked my hips and tightened my muscles, feeling the force
of my impending orgasm begin to flow outward. Pure pleasure washed over me and
I cried out, throwing back my head and shutting my eyes then ...
    Pain. Harsh pain on my breast. I cried out and jerked
backwards, trying to yank away from the pain. I looked down. Michael was biting
my right breast. His mouth was open wide, clamped down over nipple and areola.
His lips were pulled back and I could see his white teeth sunk into my flesh,
not breaking the skin, but pressed deep. Deep enough to hurt. To hurt badly.
    I cried out, “No!” The pain blended with the pleasure of my
orgasm, pleasure that hadn’t stopped just because I hurt. Pain and pleasure,
both at the same time.
    Michael released me, pulling back and looking sharply into
my eyes. He saw my pain and smiled a wicked smile that only grew wider when I
covered my aching breast with my hands. He clamped down hard on my waist,
pounding me up and down on his cock. He held my gaze and fucked me.
    Then he came. The last of my orgasm faded as his semen
spurted into me. He groaned, and drew heavy breaths as he finished. And all the
while, he never looked away from me.
    I was still holding my breast, a bit in shock, I think, from
what had happened. Michael pulled my hands away and when he leaned his head
toward me, I pulled back, thinking he was going to bite me again. He laughed
and pulled me forward, stretched out his tongue and licked my breast.
    He licked me and suckled and soothed the ache away. Because
of the intensity of the pain, I expected to see deep indented teeth marks on my
breast, but there wasn’t much of a mark at all, just a circle of reddened
flesh.
    His hands skimmed over my back and down my hips. I began to
calm down.
    At last, I said, “I don’t understand why you did that. Why
you bit me.”
    He smiled and gave a little shrug. “I did it because I
wanted to. Was it that terrible for you?”
    “Yes, it was. It scared me.”
    “Nothing wrong with a little fear, Sweet. It heightens the
passion.”
    “And it hurt. I don’t like that.”
    “Are you sure?”
    “Yeah I’m sure. What kind of question is that?”
    He said, “Don’t you think maybe the pleasure is greater with
a bit of pain thrown in for an extra boost?”
    “No, I don’t.”
    He laughed. “You just came like a freight train and you’re
telling me it wasn’t pleasurable ... you are completely charming.”
    “I didn’t say it wasn’t pleasurable. I meant I don’t need
pain for pleasure. Unlike you, I guess.”
    “Oh, I don’t need to be in pain to get pleasure. I don’t see
how you’ve gotten that idea.”
    “That’s not what I meant. I meant that you need me to be in
pain for you to get pleasure.”
    “That’s ridiculous. Not true at all. Yes, your pain is
something of a boost for me, but I don’t have to have it. I just want it when I
want it. Don’t look like that. You can’t blame me for it. You’re spectacular
when you’re in pain, did you know that? Spectacular. And fear, ahh. Your pretty
brown eyes, they grow even bigger and wider when you’re afraid and in pain.
Lovely. So lovely.”
    He stroked a thumb down my cheek with