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His cock continued to thread her, listening to the loud, desperate pleas falling from her mouth. He pressed his forehead against hers, closing his eyes to just listen to her. He could hear the desperation in her voice, and in this moment he believed that desperation was coming from need him more than she needed to cum. But then she said the words he'd been waiting months to hear. Sure, she was saying them because he told her to and because she wanted to get fucked by him - but even in this state he didn't think she would have said it if there wasn't some truth to it. He chuckled as he felt her warm tongue against his lip, begging for what he knew she wanted. He stilled his body, pressing his lips to her for a slow, deep kiss. He didn't necessarily linger, but he did deepen in, so she could get every taste of his mouth before he pulled away. "That's all you get," he chuckled darkly, lifting her ass to slide his thickness between her lips, pushing to the hilt inside her with a long growl. "Fuck, little whore," he moaned, feeling her heat swirl around him as he started to thrust into her body, "So wet and tight."

She was breathing harshly, her chest heaving as got in her face, brushing her tears away and blocking her vision off for everything that wasn't him - and good thing, since there was nothing and no one she'd rather ogle right now, on the brink of such an intense orgasm. He leaned in and her breath caught as his lips ghosted teasingly against hers. The order to hold off was difficult to follow, but somehow her wonder at being rewarded with something so close to a kiss - something she knew Nate didn't dole out to his submissives very freely - kept her on track and all that much more motivated to keep pleasing him. She whimpered through the spit and arousal-soaked panties stuffed in her mouth, her eyes wide and wavering, meeting his dark, intense gaze. God, he was beautiful - especially when he was in his element like this. "Mmhmm...geewd gewl..." She moaned inarticulately through the gag, her thighs shaking almost violently as she fought her body's instinct to cum. She gasped sharply as he pinched her nipples, making her arch forward towards him, her breath coming in even heavier. As she opened her eyes again, she was delighted to find hims till so close to her, speaking against her panting mouth, claiming her as his. Part of her wondered if anything in particular had spurred on this possessive streaked, but she was enjoying it too much too give that much thought in the moment. She was his, completely and proudly so, and Marcia couldn't remember ever being more eager to prove it. Suddenly, his mouth was on hers, which, through the panties stuffed in her own mouth was one of the hottest things she'd ever experienced; his deep moans as he kissed her openly, using his teeth to expertly extract the fabric from her mouth and letting it fall to the floor, leaving Marcia gasping for air, desperately trying to kiss him properly in the wake of all that, as her grip on her denial began to crumble. "Oh, Daddy...again...wanna taste you...please...." She whined, gasping in relief as the machine slowed and stopped, making it at least temporarily easier to keep herself on edge. She leaned back against the St. Andrew's Cross, trying to collect herself as he undid the binds on her ankles - but her respite was short-lived, thankfully, because in a blink, Nate was cupping her little ass in his strong hands, hoisting her up and pinning her to the post, sandwiching her against it and his hard, perfect body, while his equally perfect cock teasingly swiped through her drenched folds - he was so close to taking her, yet not nearly close enough. Fresh tears sprung to Marcia's eyes and she whimpered. "Daddy...please, please fuck your good girl...put that perfect cock in my pussy and take what's yours! Please!" She sobbed senselessly, biting her bottom lip and pouting desperately up at him. He was at her lips again, whispering against her mouth in a way that was so, mind-bogglingly hot to her. "You own me, Daddy. You do. Only you. I'm your little girl, Daddy. All...yours..." She moaned out, her tongue slipping through her panting mouth to swipe against his bottom lip affectionately.

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Nate kept his stare dark and focused as he watched his girl writhe against the strong ties, her body getting fucked mercilessly by the machine. He also found himself enjoying her usually verbose responses muffled by her own panties and wetness, making a mental note to do that more regularly. It was beautiful, sexy, and the faces she would making was causing his jeans to grow almost unbearably tight. He watched her lust filled eyes dilate as his words exploded harshly against her face, immediately answering him the best she could. He smiled, tears rolling down her soft cheeks, his thumb coming up to brush them from her skin. "Hold it, Hellcat," he purred against her stuffed lips, "Hold that orgasm right there. Right on the edge. I know, I know you wanna fall over so bad. But you're a good girl, aren't you?" he teased, pinching her nipples hard again, watching her eyes close tight and more tears spring behind her lashes. "You're a good girl, and you belong to me," he growled, assaulting her lips with his own, the combination of fabric, her arousal and saliva mixing between them. When he pulled away, he pulled the panties with him by his teeth, dropping them to the floor and slowing down the machine before stopping it entirely. He pulled it away from her, watching her body buzz with need, skin pink with arousal and glistening sweat coating every inch of her skin. He unfastened his jeans, dropping them to the floor, and moaned as he cock bounced free from the confines. He bent down to untie her ankles and lifted her with his hands under her ass. Her pussy was right at his cock and as he rocked against her, he threaded between her folds, so dangerously close to entering her. He continued to pass the hole, slicking his large, thick length with everything he was doing to her. "Who owns you, Hellcat?" he asked breathless against her lips. "Who do you want to own you forever?"

Marcia was in heaven. She gasped and screamed in both pain and pleasure as Nate yanked on her tits while the machine relentlessly pummeled her sopping sex at such a violent pace that it sent her wetness spattering this way and that onto the floor beneath them, some of it doubtlessly splashing against Nate’s body. She was screaming as loud as she could, but the sound was delightfully muffled by the sopping panties Nate stuffed her mouth with. It was taking every shred of self-control to keep herself from cumming, thankfully, Nate’s harsh words kept her on track. “Mmhmm…un-dewst-nd, Ded-dyy, “ She struggled to respond, making a choking sound as his powerful hand encircled her throat once more, screaming harshly in her face in a way that had her closer to cumming than she could ever remember being without falling over the edge. “ONly Daddy’s!” Marcia tried to scream out in reply, practically sobbing now - and as good as the fuck-machine felt pounding in and out of her cunt, she almost wanted off of it, and on Nate’s cock instead to prove to him where her preferences lie.

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Well sure, but don't sell yourself short, Mads. It's okay to be better than everyone in this one thing.

They have a lot of great influences in their lives, Nate.

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He couldn't help the sadistic smirk against his face as he watched her eyes widen in pleasure and nerves, the machine fucking her as he pulled at her tits. He watched her eyes roll and bug out as she was fucked against the structure. "Little whore can't get enough hmm? That cunt getting railed by cock, and not a damned thing you can do about it." Her body began to shake against the binds, her skin flushing as her muffled screams filled the room. He shook his head slowly at her, "Don't you fucking dare," he warned, "Don't you dare cum on any cock but mine, do you understand me?" he asked, his hand gripping firmly against her throat. "Tell me! Tell me you only cum on Daddy's cock!"

The tiniest of smirks pulled at her lips as they gazed into each other’s eyes. She knew without him having to say anything that he believed her to be sincere - and that was good enough for her. She squeaked again as his hand abandoned her throat, claiming purchase instead at the base of her hairline, tugging her by a bundle of brunette locks forward so that she fell onto her hands and knees and crawled over the threshold and into his suite. She remained in the center of the room until he came sauntering back to her, barking his orders. “Yes, Daddy!” She called back giddily, quickly peeling her soaked panties down her smooth legs, offering the pathetically sopping scrap of fabric up to Nate as evidence of her desperation for him. “Ooh, the wettest, Daddy. And just for you. I mean, God, can you blame? Look at who I get to belong to!” She exclaimed, gesturing to his shirtless form towering sexily over her. She cocked her head curiously at his order, her lips parting cautiously at first, then wider when it became clear what his intentions were. “Oooh, mmmf—...” She moaned out as her mouth was stuffed with her soaked panties; the taste of her own arousal coating her palette. Unable to speak now, Marcia could only obey - following Nate dutifully, taking the opportunity to ogle his back as she crawled along behind him into the playroom. The rest happened in a blur. Quickly she was strapped up onto a St. Andrew’s cross, on full display for him, bound and powerless to do anything but accept whatever he gave her. She watched with wide eyes as he brought over the fucking machine, her eyes rolling back as it was inserted between her drenched folds, set on a high setting to really hammer her cunt at a measured, continuous pace, her moans and whimpers were muffled by her panties, but audible nonetheless. “Mmhmmm…’ Marcia nodded frantically, her eyes rolling back again as pleasure wracked through her tight little body, said pleasure only intensifying as he yanked on her nipples, forcing her to meet his gaze as the machine fucked her pussy relentlessly. 

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He waited for her response, smirking slightly as his hand moved from her throat to the back of her head, gripping her hair at the crown. He gave her a firm tug to get her moving, her body fell forward on her hands and knees and he lead her into the suite. He left her kneeling in the middle of the room, closing the door behind them. "Panties off," he barked, moving to stand in front of her. When she obeyed, he took them from her hand, moaning at their dampness between his fingers. "Mm, that is a wet little whore for me, hmm?" he teased, pushing the panties at her lips. "Open," he said, pushing them to gag her with them. "Crawl behind me," he said, turning to walk down the hall and into his play room. He made quick work of attaching her to the St. Andrew's cross, bound at the wrists, ankles and a belt around her torso to keep her press against the structure. He then pulled over a fucking machine, with the arm moving vertically. He lined it up with her pussy, adjusting before turning it on slowly to move in and out of her wet core. "There we go. That's what you wanted, right? To be fucked by a cock that won't stop?" he teased, using his fingers to pull and twist at her nipples, watching them erect under his touch.

Marcia squeaked as his powerful hand wrapped around the column of her throat. Her eyes widened and , of course, her arousal sky-rocketed. “Yours, Daddy!” She managed to get out, their noses brushing against each other. Her eyes darted down to his sexy lips, wanting so badly to beg for him to seal the distance between them and kiss what little brain-power she had left out of her. Her breath came in with increasing difficulty, especially once his hand dipped down and slapped at her overly sensitive, wet cunt, making her body instinctively jerk in response, though she went nowhere - partially because he had her forcibly rooted to the spot with his grip on her throat, but also because there was no where else in the whole entire world she’d rather be. “I-It belongs to you, Daddy. Only you.” She reiterated weakly, her cheeks flushing as she continued to ogle him as he practically choked her out. God, she loved when he got like this. Possessive, growly - she loved the chance to prove to him that she really was as obsessed with him as she purported to be. She was a slut who wanted cock, any cock, all the time - but when it came to Nate Mantle, her desire was a different beast entirely.

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His eyes raked down her body as he stepped closer to her. He gripped his fingers roughly around her throat as he squatted down in front of her. "who's pussy is this?" he clarified, nose to nose with her as a growl rang out of his throat. His free hand reached down to the wet panties in question, giving her a few firm slaps against it. "Who does this pussy belong to, slut?"

Marcia looked up as soon as the door opened, moaning instantly at the view she got from her place on the floor. "Oh my God..." She gasped before she scrambled to shuck her shirt off, tossing it off to the side in the hallway, letting her heavy tits fall free as she spread her legs and leaned back, bracing herself on her hands behind her to show off her panties, which were white, but absolutely soaked through so that they were translucent against her tan skin. "See, Daddy? You made such a mess of my little pussy...it needs you real bad." She said, pouting teasingly up at him as innocently as she could manage.

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I assure you there are no clothes covering this body.

PM: I'm sure as hell going to try, haha. Don't I own you by now, Princess? lol. I feel like it's not the scary jealousy because I"m able to not mention it when it happens. Yeah, probably the sexy way. In the "i need to stake my claim right now so I feel better" kinda way.

Heh. You gonna be naked for me so I can just wrap my lips around it and get to work? Hm, I can do that. Always, Sir.

PM: I bet you are. You sure you can handle me for a few rounds? Hm? Ah. I see. Well, I do love your whole primal thing. Like when you fuck me like your own me. Hm, But yeah. Actual jealousy can be a lot. Oh yeah? In what, a sexy way?

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Nate was wondering why the text messages had gone radio silent, but his assumption was made true when he heard the incessant knocking. He walked over in just a pair of jeans and opened the door, delighted to see his girl kneeling perfectly for him. "Take the shirt off," he said, leaning against the door frame to watch her obey him. "Knees spread, let me see what I do to my pussy."

Marcia capacity for texting was dwindling, and with that last message, it disappeared entirely. She jumped off her tiny twin-sized mattress, grabbed her keys and ran out the door, wearing nothing but an over-sized t-shirt, lacy-panties and cute little socks with hearts all over them. She was out of breath by the time she got to Nate's place, but still manages to get herself into the right position on her knees before she knocked with as much urgency as she could muster. Her pussy was so wet it was starting to drip onto the hallway floor underneath her - a physical representation of how badly she needed to be completely used by the man she was so lucky to belong to.

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Fuck princess, get on my cock right this minute. But yes, get the stockings on too. Good girl.

PM: Damn, well I'm more than happy to help you deal with your horniness problem. No, I thought it was just possessiveness. Like my whole primal thing, you know? Didn't realize it was actual jealousy. I appreciate that, but I get just as jealous when you're flirting with other men too. Not in an angry way, just to be clear.

Oh? Maybe I should wear some stockings as well. Let you get the full experience. All pretty in pink for you. On my way, Sir.

PM: I would never cover for something else- besides, been horny as hell lately. Like jacked up to an 11. Must be a full moon or something. Ha. You didn't know you could get jealous? I could have told you that- I know you consider her yours. So. I was just trying to make you not focus on those feelings for a bit.

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Oooof, perfect Princess. Bows? Ugh, I'm such a damned sucker for bows and lace. Get here, now.

PM: Oh, I will be doing that, I assure you. I just wanna make sure you're not just trying to cover something else up with my desperate need for your perfect sluttiness. I appreciate that, Princess. It's just a little jealousy...apparently. Didn't know I was jealous but Danny made it painfully obvious that I was. She's not the only one I get jealous of though.

Ooo. I am wearing the prettiest panties. Light pale pink. All feminine and very pretty. Even has a few bows on it. PM: You know you could instead not question the why and just get ready to rail me till I pass out. I just saw Marcia flirting with someone. And I know that's not always the easiest thing for you.

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This is true. I think I could manage a fair few, assuming you're wearing some pretty panties for me to stare at.

PM: Last question then I'll drop it - is there a particular reason you feel I need to retrain my focus?

That's because they always get me the best fun. Oooh? Could you now? You got a few ready for me?

PM: Heh. Good. Good. Then just do that. I'm your girl. So focus on me.

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Ooh, I do like your princess moods. I could certainly get you on your way to a thousand facials.

PM: Oh I am not complaining sweetheart. I'd love to focus my time on you today.

I would never doubt your skills. Please. I'm more in a princess mood than a brat mood. Mostly '"I wanna get a thousand facials" mood.

PM: Everything's fine. I just thought you could have some time with someone super focused on you, that's all.

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Text: Dumb little whores normally don't have brain cells, hellcat. That's my girl.

Text: Can't wait. Oh the things I'm going to do to you will make your toes curl and your voice go hoarse from screaming.

Text: I don't have enough brain cells to argue right now - sooo sure, totally. I'm your dirty fucking good little girl, Daddy. <3

Text: I'm gonna see you in like, five minutes, and you'll get a refresher on what it looks like when a good girl's pussy is dripping just for you, Sir. Fuck, I can't wait for what you'll do with me when you see how fucking wet I am.

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Are you doubting my skills? You’re not going to ruin our fun by being a brat are you?

Pm: I do try. Everything okay though?

That’s my needy girl. I will absolutely manhandle you until that pussy screams for me.

Pm: whatever my princess wants, my princess gets.

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Text: oh you are, but then you’re a dirty fucking good girl, which I argue is different

Text: both are hot, I agree. But sometimes I’m too lazy my to rip off close and just want my pussy available. Plus I love watching it drip for me. A solid health routine is very important, so anyway I can help :D

Text: awww, such a good girl until I turn you into to an insatiable cock whore.

Text: it is pretty, at least when it’s first falling. You’re making excellent points that are hard to argue with. But I would much rather you be naked all the time. You say that like I couldn’t keep that body sweating at all times

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That’s my needy girl. I will absolutely manhandle you until that pussy screams for me.

Pm: whatever my princess wants, my princess gets.

Yes, Princess.

Pm: I do know that. But you seem to be the one who’s needing some attention right now and I want to give you exactly what you’re looking for

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Yes, Princess.

Pm: I do know that. But you seem to be the one who’s needing some attention right now and I want to give you exactly what you’re looking for

Always, Princess

You can beg better than that.