All Chapters of Punished By Passion: His Dirty Submissive: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

When we first enter the refinery, I’m gobsmacked. I’ve been inside a refinery before and was expecting to see an average, run-of-the-mill, factory. This refinery is on a whole other level than your average factory, though. Everything is made of steel—so much so that I feel like I'm in some sort of sci-fi movie. The ceilings are impossibly high—if I had to guess, I’d say at least 20 stories. In the very center of the room is what looks like a large cauldron with fire bubbling in the center.“That’s where they refine the steel,” Cole says to me, pointing at it.There’s at least a dozen workers, all walking around on various levels, transporting things. They pay us no notice when we enter. I’m a bit surprised to see them here, I assumed the place would be empty.“Didn’t you say this conversation had to be in private?” I whisper to Cole.“It will be.”He continues leading me all the way through the factory until we get to one end. There’s a nondescript door that requires a code. Cole pun

Rocco undoes his pants and unleashes his cock. I don’t get a good look at it before he shoves it down my throat. He’s pulled my head clean off the table so that I’m looking upside down and all I can see is his shaft bobbing in and out of my throat. I try to remember to breathe each time his cock penetrates my throat. I’m gagging on every thrust, and right when I think I’m about to choke, Rocco pulls back. He’s fucking my throat slowly, and as a consequence, I can taste every inch of his flesh as it slides down my throat.Rocco breathes heavily. “For someone so small, you can take a lot of cock down that tiny little throat of yours.”His compliment sends a tingle up my spine. I’m still basking in the afterglow of his comment when I feel my feet being hoisted and placed on someone’s shoulders. I feel familiar fingers plunge into my cunt and I moan into Rocco's cock.“So fucking wet for me,” Dante says.“Rocco—this dirty girl is getting off on sucking your cock,” Dante says.“Of course s

“Dinner is in ten minutes, so this will have to be a quick punishment. Do you remember your safeword?”I nod, “Leather.”“Good girl,” he says, and I feel a flutter in my stomach.“And if you can’t talk?” he asks, smirking.I flush redder and avert my eyes. “I tap three times,” I say.“You’re a quick learner,” he says wryly.“Now take off your skirt and hand me your panties.”“Wh—” I start to ask.“Just do it,” he says. The cold tone of his voice sends a shiver of excitement up my spine. I decide that now is not the time to test Dante, so I do as he says and strip off my jeans and black thong.He extends his hand and I reluctantly hand him my thong.“Over my lap,” he says.Dante’s taken a seat on my bed, so I have a pretty good idea of what’s coming next. I lay my trim body across his lap and squirm in anticipation as he rubs his warm hand on top of my round ass. He keeps rubbing my ass for several minutes, and with every passing second I feel my anxiety mount. When is he going to do i

Dante gives the boys a nod and I see the entire demeanor of the group change. One minute they’re joking, and the next they’ve all gone silent. They’re eyeing me critically, and I gulp. One of them—a tall blonde—breaks the silence. “I’ll try her first,” he says. I’m standing in front of the table, and he makes his way towards me. “Your safeword is leather?” The way he asks sends a chill up my spine. This man looks extremely strong and practically towers over me. There’s nothing kind in his face, but beneath my jitters I can feel small butterflies in my stomach. I nod at him, and he immediately picks me up from behind. He lifts me effortlessly, which scares me as much as it turns me on. He only lifts me a few feet—back to the table of men—before setting me down. “Bend over,” he says. “What?” I’m facing the table right now, and he’s behind me. He can’t seriously mean — “Get your tits on the table and ass in the air.” I guess that’s exactly what he means. Luckily, I’m still wear

“Her body is insane,” I hear one of the men murmur. The men seem to discuss something using hushed tones, and then they split. One approaches me from the front, while the other approaches me from the back. I watch as the one in front of me undoes his pants and hear the one behind me do the same. “Open up,” the one in front of me says. I open my mouth like a good girl and let him feed me his cock. It’s extremely long and relatively girthy. I start sucking him, and after a few strokes, I’m already gagging. He grabs the top of my hair and pulls me forward. “That’s it. Gag on my daddy’s cock, you dirty slut,” he says. I’m so turned on from my last orgasm that my body responds immediately to his dirty words. I feel my cunt clench in response and a tingle of pleasure run up my spine. I’m dying to touch myself, but I’m worried that if I did, I might lose my balance. As if the men can read my mind, someone yells out, “Put a vibrator on her!” I smile, my lips still wrapped around the stra