<em>Miss Indigo - Erica Adamsson - upstairs BDSM room</em><br/><br/>Indigo tried to take the rough fucking as well as she could. Her body was in a state of near desperation, and then he upped his fucking tempo a notch higher. Her screams were now as raw as her voice as his cock plunged in and out of her well-fucked, cold hole and her thighs burned with the power of some invisible but scorching fire.<br/><br/>To her surprise, he bent over to undo her straps, but her mind was too otherwise occupied to pay it much mind. She was roughly pulled into him and her reply to his kisses was more tentative than matching in his passion. She just felt too exhausted, mentally as well as physically to keep up with him.<br/><br/>Even her legs were eventually freed from their restraint and then his fucking took up even further in intensity. Her screams were now near begs for mercy yet she still kept her safe word to herself. Would she even be able to properly remember it right now should she need it? After her legs were flung around his waist as if she was a ragdoll, she was carried to the bed whilst he pistoned in and out of her hole. Her arms trembled as she tried to hold onto to him but then was thrust and tossed onto the bed.<br/><br/>She was put in a new position, to further her submission and humiliation. Her hands were now bound to the headboard, but it was his next act that shocked her a bit. A leather noose was lowered around her neck and her teeth grasped the belt to obey his growled order. Through clenched teeth she started speaking, no, begging.<strong> “Please Master… Give me your warm cum… flood my pussy with your sweet seed… mmmmmmmmm”</strong>She was surprised to hear her own muffled voice, sounding raw even as she held the belt in between her teeth.<br/><br/>She yelped as he pulled the belt as if it were a horse’s reins and screamed in agony and desperation.<strong>“aaaaaw Master… yes… please… flood this frigid cunt with your hot sticky cum…”</strong><br/>