Nasty Man

My current boyfriend is nastier than he looks. He wasn’t finished with “punishing” me for leaving him tied down to the bed. He wouldn’t let me up. I looked up at him with big eyes. What was he going to do with me now?

I tried to ask the question. My boyfriend forced his hand over my mouth. He shook his head. My eyes grew wide. That nasty boy smirked at me.

“I have just the thing,” he said. Oh…

My boyfriend took hold of his cock and began stroking himself. Was he going to cum in my face again? No, he already did that. He won’t let me up to clean myself yet. My boyfriend broke into a huge grin.

“Don’t blink,” he said. He took a breath and spat in my face. I sat there and cringed. My boyfriend broke down laughing.

“Good enough for you?” he asked. I frowned as I wrinkled my nose. He buried his hand in my hair.

“You like that, huh? You dirty little slut!” he said. I shivered as my mind went into a confusing place. I hated being spat on, but I loved the dirty talk. It annoyed me that he knew. He could use my weakness against me.

Fuck.

I clenched my teeth.

“Aw, are you going to cry?” he asked. I pressed my lips together as I shook my head. You assshole.

“And what are you going to do about it?” he asked. I glared at him. This asshole! My boyfriend snorted at me.

“Do you want revenge against me?” he asked. “You can talk now.”

“Yes!” I shouted. My boyfriend grabbed me by the hair and gave me a hard tug.

“Ow!” I yelped. Tears were forming in my eyes. He smiled and shook his head.

“Why don’t you prove it after you suck me off?” he asked. My boyfriend pushed his cock right into my mouth before I could say a word.

This wasn’t the first time he’s done this and it wouldn’t be the last. And yet, I still come back to him.

Fuck me.