Tying you to a bed face down, your wrists and ankles spread apart so you're nice and vulnerable for me. Leaning down on you and kissing all over you, leaving a trail down your spine, kissing your thighs, your ass, your pretty little fuckhole, teasing you with my tongue while I lightly spank you until you're wriggling in your bonds, needily whining and begging to be touched. To be eaten. Roughly groping your thighs while I force them further apart, rougher and firmer with my tongue, shoving it in and out of you until you're a sopping, moaning mess leaking all over yourself and begging to be allowed to cum. Poor thing. Stupid thing. You know I'm not doing this for you. You know you're only here for my pleasure. Edging you with my tongue over and over until you're weeping and begging incoherently, your pathetic demands for a release growing increasingly convoluted, your pretty little hole pulsing in greedy, bliss. Greedy. Selfish. Demands. You know you don't deserve anything more than I give you, bitch. That you're nothing but a plaything. Pulling away sharply, ignoring your protests. You know what's coming. You shouldn't have been so fucking greedy if you didn't want this you dumb fucking cunt. Taking my belt off and holding it menacingly, stalking back towards your trapped, vulnerable body, your ass already reflexively tense, clenched in dreadful anticipation of the harsh, painful beating rapidly approaching you.
