LUCRECIA

I told him everything he hated to hear, everything that made him feel more vulnerable, more resentful—because that’s what made him rougher with me.

That delicious tingling ravaged my pussy while those golden eyes devoured me with bitterness.

But hate is also passion, and no one had ever taken me with such vehemence in my life.

“Gray, cum inside your mistress, cum for me, my silver-haired boy… ahhh, Gray, oh yes, darling! Graaaay!”

I was right on the edge, just a few more thrusts, just a little more, but then I heard a growl and felt the milky essence filling my pussy.

I snapped my eyes open, furious.

That fucking slave had cum before me again, he couldn’t even handle a few quick thrusts!

“You idiot!” I slapped him with all the pent-up rage I felt.

I grabbed the other end of the chain and stood up, frustrated and left wanting again.

He collapsed to the floor, clutching his head, curling up in a fetal position, whimpering.

That enraged me even more, so I started whipping him wi