BrownStickyBunz08

"How, just how do I keep getting myself in situations like this?" I asked myself, staring at the ceiling, which coincidentally had a mirror. This is the fifth time that DeVanté has done this. Done what you may ask? Well, let me describe my situation that I'm currently in. I'm hanging from my arms on some strange contraption, with silk ropes around my wrists, in some sort of basement like sex dungeon. I always figured that this man was a little crazy. He tied the ropes on about an hour ago.

I heard his heavy foot steps hurl on the steps, and I quickly prepared for whatever he was going to do to me. He held a smug smirk on his face, which meant that he was up to no good. Please, pray for me. Holding a mysterious object behind his back, DeVanté stepped closer to me.

"Um, what you got there?" I asked him nervously. What does he have for me today? A leash? Whips and belts? Don't tell me a blindfold because last time he put one on me, I was hanging from itchy ropes, wrapped all over my body when he took the blindfold off.

"A surprise." He devilishly said while licking his lips, looking me up and down. Yep, I'm going to die. He slowly removed his hands from his back and the objects he was holding were...

"Scissors, whipped cream, and a bag of ice?"  I asked him. The scissors were hopefully for cutting me down, cause my arms were turning as red as a fresh strawberry. But the whipped cream and ice? It's a little suspicious, but I have to roll with it either way, it's not like I had a choice.

I was right, he used the scissors to cut the ropes off of my wrists. I rubbed them gently because any rough gesture would cause me to bleed either internally or externally. But I wish this crazy man would allow me to put those ice cubes on my wrists, they look mighty attractive right now.

"Get up, and lay on your back." DeVanté instructed me. When I think about it long enough, I don't have to take this shit from him. Red wrists five times a week for the rest of my life? I think the hell not. "No." I said. DeVanté looked at me like I said something wrong. "What did you just say?"

"I said no, I'm tired of this shit. I'm supposed to be your girlfriend, not your damn personal sex slave. In fact, does anyone even know that we're dating? Cause you keep me undercover all the time, and for what? You better treat me with the respect that I deserve or I'm breaking up with you." I said confidently. I didn't know where this bravery came from, but I know it'll be diminished soon by him. He stood there for a moment, and started laughing hysterically.

Tears ran down his face as he struggled to breathe properly, as if he didn't sound asthmatic before. "What's so funny?" I asked him, putting my hand on my hip but removed it quickly due to my still sore wrists. "The fact that you think that you can just break up with me so easily. I own everything you got, including her." He said, pointing to my vagina. "Now lay on your fucking back." DeVanté's voice deepened, telling me that he wasn't about to play with me. Doing as told, I slowly laid on my backside in defeat.

"I'm about to put this on your face, don't take it off until I say so." He instructed, taking a blindfold from a shelf and placing it around my face. I couldn't see jack shit with these on, that basically boosted my fright levels to the max. I waited and waited for whatever was to come, til' I eventually thought he left. That is, until he put cold ice on my breasts. I jerked backward as he circled them around my areola. Something about this is strange, but quite interesting for sure.

I kept quiet no matter how horrible the ice felt on my body. DeVanté's rule was always not to moan or make any noise unless he allows you to. If one did so, he'd put you on a serious punishment. One so bad, that you'll either end up stumbling away, or with bruises that look like Muhammad Ali slapped you. DeVanté trailed the ice from my breasts, to my belly button, then to my clit. My legs jerked at the feel of the ice, DeVanté knew how sensitive that area can be. He stuck ice there for a sick thrill in seeing me whimper in pain. I could hear him chuckling at the sight of it.

The excruciating pain finally went away when he took the ice cube and swallowed it whole. Such a weirdo this man is.

DeVanté grabbed the whipped cream, and popped the cap open. I sincerely hope that he isn't planning on putting that on my vagina, because yeast infections are no joke. He pulled down his pants, revealing his hard phallus underneath. DeVanté sprayed the whipped cream all over the tip, waved over to me.

"Get up." He said, which gave me the signal that he wants me to suck it off. I can't be that bad, whipped cream is amazing. I sprung up quickly, not hesitating to fit his entire penis in my mouth. The sweet taste of the cream combined with the natural taste of him, was oddly delectable to me. DeVanté moaned in satisfaction, tightly gripping my hair in the process. I tried my best not to gag, even though DeVanté basically had me in a choke hold.

I took a quick glance at his face, gushing at his glorious features. DeVanté's eyes were closed shut, and his lips glossier than ever. You don't know how badly I wanted to feel them. Not only that, he's an amazing kisser. Passion was his main specialty when it came to that sort of thing.

After a few more slurps and moans, DeVanté released all over my face. I knew my routine was to swallow and ride, so I did just that. Sliding onto his dick always hurt like I was losing my virginity. But I still took it like a woman because mama ain't raise no bitch.

"Shit..." DeVanté groaned. His sparkling hazel eyes met with mine, giving me a sense of lust. His stare didn't seem like he was angry at all, DeVanté looked soft, but hard. I slowly bounced up and down, biting my lip in satisfaction. Is this what my life will be? Strictly sex? I've always wanted to start a family with DeVanté,  but he doesn't seem to want one. Or does he? Only one way to find out...

"Shit, baby. I'm gonna—" The moment he said that, I gripped my legs to his waist so he doesn't move. No matter how hard he was trying, I wouldn't budge. Devanté caught onto what I was doing and looked at me with wide eyes once he came inside of me. Yep, I fucked up completely...