All Chapters of Nextdoor Hotties : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“Stay put, it's just ice.” He said idly, sitting at the edge of the couch with a bowl of cold water in his hand. She couldn't believe she lived to take all those whips and even being capable of feeling something on her numb ass cheeks. “You almost killed me. Now you're tending to it.” She sneered, unable to vent properly as she soon started flinching with the towel pressed onto her skin. Without as much as lifting a brow, he continued massaging her like it was his sworn duty on earth. “You signed your death date the moment you jumped into my trunk. Thought you knew that already." he taunted, then moved through a door she vaguely suspected was his room, then he returned with a syrup. Really? He had to rub her biggest mistake in her face even in this tormenting moment. She wriggled her butt in agony as he kneaded the ointment on her ass, his touch more intimate than how her previous relationships with men who only loved bombed her always felt. Purring at the relief his af

“Uhh.” She moaned, gumming her thighs together to trap his finger. Almost immediately it dawned on her that the sound she emitted wasn't that of disapproval and her cheeks reddened when she caught the smug way his lips curled up in the mirror. “You like getting spanked and fucked, Cee. Accept your truth, and it'll set you free.” Rolling his tongue across his teeth, he pushed his finger all the way in, and she looked away, her arms around her chest loosening. “Don't hide your expression from me. Three. I want you to enjoy every bit of this depravity.” He ordered, a groan gurgling from his throat the moment he reached her slick core that assured him this nosy reporter was as fucked up as him. "You're forcing yourself on me.” She accused him, albeit she hadn't attempted to move an inch as he snuck his finger into her fold, while she bit her lips down to conceal her moans. Chuckling darkly, he held her neck up, constraining her to look into the mirror. "But you're already wet and sp

She eyed him in suspicion as he helped her back to her knees, loosening the tie over her wrist. "What terms? You're letting me off without finishing my punishment?” She asked in utter disbelief. Maybe this stonehearted kidnapper was slightly human after all. And for some ticklish reason, she wasn't even a wee bit impressed. "I have other arrangements, and you need to heal before nighttime.” He gestured at her ass and swollen breast, and rather than feeling mortified, she hid a blush by turning away. Really? Was she blushing at getting whipped like a masochist? Gracious goodness, her grandma would have cardiac arrest if she could see her well-brought-up pookie right now. Stepping out of his room wearing his shirt that looked too oversized for her petite stature, she needn't wear extra pants because she might as well call the outfit a gown—if it was tight-fitting—she met him seated on a single couch in the sitting room. His head was bowed as he was engrossed in typing whatev

“Your hand.” Stretching out his palm, he ordered plainly. The moment she gave him her hand, something pricked her thumb, and she flinched. “Ouch,” To her dismay, she hadn't realized the ink he mentioned meant her blood till he pressed her thumb to the signature space. “Go get dressed.” He commanded huskily, bringing down an harness thong made with leather straps and tossing it atop the bed. Biting her lips nervously, she stared at the harness as though it was danger itself. She'd only seen sluts wear harness thongs in the tabloids and never imagined she'd sign up for something as vulgar as this. “For every second you waste, your punishment increases, Cee. Don't make me remind you of this clause again.” He said impatiently, his back turned to her, yet he could sense her every step as he grabbed cufflinks. In some minutes she was dressed up in a black harness thong that exposed her asshole, the delicate walls of her pussy, and her small breasts as she walked out to stand i

“Yes, Papi.” Her words were gurgly, but it earned a satisfied grunt from him as he ejaculated his hot seeds down her throat, and she took it whole, swallowing every bit of him down her stomach as more tears came down her cheeks. The shock in her expression was lightly speaking when he pulled himself out, and she reluctantly let him go with a pop, and then he drizzled the rest of his spurts over her breasts. She was beyond grateful that she shuddered from the sensation, regretting the emptiness in her mouth. “You did so good, Principessa.” He praised, the dark clouds in his eyes, clearing a bit as he assessed her before moving away. Finally! He appreciated her, she'd didn't think she'd live to see that. “So do I get brownie points now like when you untie me because I'm numb?” She managed to speak, feeling the sweet sore ache in her mouth still palpable. A perfect reminder that she just received the best face fucking by a hunky sadist who happened to be her next-door neighbo