The World Of Bdsm

Jon lifted her legs up so she was balancing on her head and shoulders. He inserted himself again. He got in real deep. She felt his cock punching her cervix. She winced in pain with each thrust. He began to roughly slap her clit. He seemed to be trying to hurt her. She cried out with each hit. The pain and pleasure sent mixed signals to her brain. She both loved and hated it.

He looked up, paused for a moment, then looked back down with a wicked smile.

“Stay like that.” He ordered as he got up and walked over to the couch.

He grabbed the large cross hanging from the wall and brought it over.

Jade knew exactly what he was thinking.

“No, no, sir, that’s not fair. You can’t.”

“Says who?” He sneered. “Tell me to stop then.”

She opened her mouth, but no noise came out. She desperately tried to protest, but her sexual appetite stifled her dissent.

She closed her eyes. She was about to commit the worst form of blasphemy. Despite how horrible she felt, she spread her legs wide.

Jon took the e