Looking For Big Daddy Dick, Part 2

Bella Wilde tracked Christian to an abandoned chicken ranch. She knew his record and still walked into that shack alone. Now she’s naked, chained to a wooden cross, blindfold cutting off the light. She tries to talk sense into him, tells him he’s going straight back to jail. He shoves her Sheriff’s badge between her teeth and tells her to shut the fuck up. Then he picks up the short leather flogger and starts on her tits, stomach, and cunt. Each sharp slap lands harder than the last, and every time the tails snap across her nipples or clit she jerks in the chains. He works two fingers inside her while the vibrator stays glued to her clit. Bella’s legs shake. She begs permission, calls herself a cum slut, anything to get off. When he finally lets her, she howls through the badge clenched in her teeth. Christian clips wooden clothespins down her body, nipples first, then the tender skin along her thighs. He strings them into zippers and rips them off without warning. Pain shoots through her, leaves her gasping and dripping. He drops her to all fours, slams into her from behind, then flips her onto her back and keeps pounding while the bigger flogger swings across her thighs and swollen clit. She can’t form words anymore, just broken sounds until his hand closes around her throat and squeezes. The orgasm rips through her hard enough to blank her out. Bella came looking for trouble. She found it.