2~♠ GOOD LITTLE WHORE, USE YOUR TONGUE

2~♠ GOOD LITTLE WHORE, USE YOUR TONGUE

ELENA

When we arrived, I couldn’t help but gasp. The penthouse was fucking insane with all the dark glass, black marble, and city lights sparkling like diamonds from far below. Salvatore didn’t say a word the whole ride up in the private elevator. He just kept his big hand on the back of my neck, and his thumb stroked my skin like he was already my master.

My legs were still shaky from all the dancing I did in the club and my pussy still throbbed from the way he’d fingered me earlier. I could feel my own wetness on my thighs as we walked inside.

“Strip,” he ordered, loosening his tie as we got in and the door closed.

I froze. “R—right now?”

Salvatore turned to look at me. His eyes were dark and hungry. “Did I stutter, little girl? Take everything off and do it slowly, no rush.”

My hands trembled as I reached behind my back and unhooked the tiny lace bra. It fell to the floor and now my big breasts were now out in the air, out to Salvatore 's fucking eyes.

My nipples were already hard and I hated the way they ached to be touched, to be squeezed. I hooked my thumbs into my thong and slid it down my legs, stepping out of it. Now, I was standing there completely naked in front of him while he was still fully dressed in his black suit.

He circled me like a predator observing its prey, his eyes roaming over my tits, my waist and my bare pussy. He stopped behind me and cupped my ass with both hands, squeezing hard.

“This is beautiful, I can't lie,” he murmured. “This would be a perfect fucking body for Daddy to ruin, am I wrong?.”

My breath caught in my chest. That word again — Daddy — made my clit pulse.

He walked over to the table and dropped a thick stack of papers on it.

“Read it first then sign on every page.”

I sat down naked on the chair and started reading. It was a filth of an agreement. One year of total ownership; I had to sleep in his bed whenever he wanted. I couldn’t touch myself without permission. I couldn’t talk to other men, couldn’t wear panties unless he said so. He would fuck me whenever, wherever and however he wanted and in return, he’d pay off all my family’s debts and give me a huge monthly allowance.

My pussy was dripping onto the chair by the time I reached page five.

Salvatore stood behind me, one hand resting on my shoulder, his fingers occasionally brushing my neck. I could feel the massive bulge in his pants near my face.

“Sign,” he said quietly and I picked up the pen, my hand shaking as I wrote my name on every line. When I finished the last page, he took the papers and set them aside.

“Good girl,” he growled, his eyes glistening with lust and contempt, “Now get on your knees.”

I slid off the chair and knelt on the carpet that was in front of him. He unzipped his pants slowly, pulling out the thickest cock I’d ever seen. It was long, heavy and veiny, with a swollen purple head already leaking with precum; those kinds of heavy mighty cock I always see in Brazilian porns.

I felt so embarrassed because my mouth watered even though I was terrified.

“Open.”

I parted my lips and he tapped the fat head against my tongue.

“Suck Daddy’s cock, slurp on your master's tongue like you mean it.”

I wrapped my lips around him and took him into my mouth. He was so thick that I could barely fit half. He groaned deep in his throat and grabbed my hair with one fist.

“That’s it… good little whore. Use your tongue, baby girl.”

I swirled my tongue around his head, tasting his salty precum, then tried to take him deeper. He hit the back of my throat and I gagged, my eyes watering. I wanted to cry but instead of pulling back, he pushed a little further.

“Relax your throat, piccolo. Breathe through your nose. I am your master and you're not only making me feel good, Daddy’s going to teach you how to take every inch of his rod.”

Tears ran down my cheeks but my pussy was soaked. I was dripping on the floor while choking on his cock. He started fucking my mouth slowly never forcing too much, but the weight in my throat was enough to make me struggle.

“Look at me while you suck me.”

I looked up to see him looking so hot that he made me cum more. His long black hair had come loose and hung around his face. He looked like a devil and not just any but a beautiful, dangerous devil.

“Fuck, you look so pretty with my cock expanding your mouth,” he groaned. “You were made for this.”

He pulled out suddenly, strings of spit connecting my lips to his shiny cock. Then he slapped it against my cheek and rubbed it over my face. I felt like a slut and I loved it.

“Tell me who you belong to.”

“You, Daddy,” I whispered, my voice hoarse. “I'm all yours.”

“Louder.” he spanked my ass making me yelp.

“I belong to you, Daddy.”

He smiled darkly and pushed back into my mouth, fucking it harder this time. Saliva ran down my chin onto my tits as I moaned around his cock, one hand slipping between my legs without thinking but he noticed immediately.

“Did I say you could touch your pussy?” he snapped, pulling out and yanking my head back by my hair.

“No, Daddy,” I gasped, tears threatening to fall from my eyes.

“You're a bad girl.” He slapped my tit lightly, making it jiggle. “That pussy belongs to me now and you don’t touch it unless I allow it. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.” I sniffed.

He stroked his cock slowly in front of my face. “Since you signed the contract, I’m going to reward you tonight but first, you’re going to swallow every drop of my milk.”

He pushed back into my mouth and fucked my face mercilessly. I moaned louder, sucking him eagerly, desperate to please him, his balls tightened against my chin.

“Fuck… good girl. Swallow it all.”

His cum was thick and hot on my tongue. I choked but swallowed as much as I could, some of it even leaking from the corners of my mouth but Salvatore kept coming, groaning my name under his breath.

When he finally pulled out, he wiped the cum from my chin with his thumb and pushed it back into my mouth for me to lick.

“Clean it.” he commanded, I sucked his thumb clean, staring up at him with glistening obedient eyes.

Salvatore looked down at me with satisfaction and something darker… almost like possession.

“Get on the bed and spread your pussy out wide for it,” he said, his voice rough. “I want to see the rest of my cum slide out.”

I stood, my legs trembling, my pussy aching and dripping, knowing I had just sold my body and maybe my soul to the most dangerous man in the city.

The wrecked part of me couldn't wait for more but the other sane part wondered why he chose me in the first place? Was it just obsession or there was something darker I was yet to know?