Sugar baby by Mariam León (8 ebook reader TXT) 📖

Capter 11

<<Punishments #2>>

Ready I gave up, it's over!

I shift uncomfortably on the bed and try not to think about the tingling that runs through my arms, he looked at me again in the mirror on the ceiling grunted

I think it's been almost half an hour since Samuel left the room, the excitement left my body a quarter of now ago and the truth is that now I'm pissed off not horny, I try to move my arms once more but the chains tighten

What an asshole! He leaves and leaves me tied here without more

"Fucking Samuel" I growl moving on the bed to try to release a little my frustration "fuck his Sugar life, his sugar punishments and his damn sugar rules!

The chains jingle but don't move and to top it all my damn hair is now on my face, I blow it trying to get it away from my face but it's useless.

Again I touch my toes frustrated and I feel the beep of the door when I open it, I narrowed my eyes as I watched a very calm Samuel walk through the door.

It carries an ice bucket with a bottle, two glasses and a black leather suitcase. My eyes go from the ice bucket to the suitcase, the closures and the handle are gold, it has the Parada logo stamped on one corner and this makes me suppose that it must have cost a bundle and the life of a poor animal.

"I see you haven't moved a bit" he says amused "what a good girl you are Miss Smith

ASSHOLE, PRETENTIOUS, BOSSY, SEXY!

He puts the glasses on the bedside table and places the suitcase next to me on the bed, the charisma thing has Samuel's initials engraved on the handle, he pours two glasses of champagne and I'm happy thinking he's going to untie me but he doesn't. .

He brings the glass to my lips

"drink it all baby

I raise my head a little but seeing the liquid too quickly, it runs off the edges of my glass. And I notice how the fresh drops slide down my skin

Shit!

Samuel's chocolate eyes are on me, delighting as he gives me a drink and I'm horny again, if I'm hungry, I'm needy and unsatisfied.

 

“You should drink more Vanny, I love taking care of you.

After saying these words, the chains loosen a little, my arms tingle to return to a normal position and I sigh as he again brings a full glass to my lips.

“Drink it for me Vanny.

God yes, I can't say no and it's not like I have a choice either, my hands are no longer being stretched out but they still don't have much mobility, he sticks the cold glass to my lips and tried to drink as much as I can, more liquid escapes from me mouth while he gives me a drink over and over without rest.

When he moves an eighth glass away from my lips I'm sticky from the amounts of champagne that were drawn from my lips, I'm sure the bed is wet on the sides of my neck and I can assure you of one thing

I'm half drunk

It is illegal to give alcohol to a minor

I say half laughing and he looks at me drinking from his own glass

“Neither are you a minor nor is this alcohol

"because you tell me "I taste my lips" PROFESSOR Hills, I'm Vane"ssa

“You are being punished Vanessa

I. He remembers and I smile as he unbuttons his surely Expensive shirt once again.

He brings his lips to mine and I sigh as his tongue slides down from the corner of my lip to the center of my chest.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Vanessa?”, she whispers against my chest, “do you want me to put you on all fours and fuck you while I touch your penis so that you squirt on my cock?

God yes, I want exactly that!

"reply!

He demands and swallows hard as his lips are now on my right nipple.

“Yes… SAM… Professor Hills.

 

"Well no, you've been bad and I have to discipline you" she raises her gaze until meeting mine "that's your number two punishment Vannesa, I'm going to take as much of your body as I want but you... You're not going to have what you long for.

 

I'm going to die! Lord of darkness there goes my soul!

He gets out of bed and takes the ice bucket, places it on a tray and puts it on my belly, the tray is cold and contracts with my hot skin, he takes the bottle out of the ice and pours a glass while he adjusts the chains to placing his arms once more over his head, he drinks slowly while his hands unhurriedly pinch and caress my breasts, he carries the suitcase on the nightstand and the tray takes its place.

He sits once more between my legs and refills the glass

"exquisite Champagne of roses" its ugly goes to my sex and separates my folds "I'm sure it tastes better in you

In Myself? Like what in me?

He leans over the bed and his warm breath hits my pubes.

“beautiful health.

He tilts the glass and I jump when a stream of champagne falls directly on my sex, his tongue comes out to meet me and drinks every drop of the liquid while his tongue massages my sex.

God I'm dead! This is so... So... I don't have a fucking word!

He continues to savor my body even if he has left the cup to one side, bites, pinches and circles around my sex, drawing moans and sounds from me that I was not aware I could make. One of his fingers enters me making me gasp

“You're making my dick fucking jealous Vannesa” between gasps I focus on him “this luscious pussy that yearns for me is sucking on my finger vehemently.

His words make me even more horny, he massages my internal walls while I don't understand there is anything else but him and his contact.

“do you want to run you Vanny

He whispers and I have to swallow hard before answering.

"Yes...

“Will you promise me never to have a fit of rage again?

"yes" his finger comes out of me "fuck me"

I scream like. A horny bitch and he laughs

 

“discipline first then pleasure

Why did he kill him?

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