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Harry doesn't know exactly how many days have passed, he's already talked to his friends explaining a little about the situation and they just don't understand why they can't just know exactly where he is or how long he'll be gone. That doesn't really matter, however, since his days have been filled, literally, by Tomlinson, he's already fucked him in several places of the house, on the kitchen counters, on some armchairs in the library, in the living room and even in the middle of the stairs, always sneaking in and using his doll as he pleases.
He can't really complain now that he spends most of his time with a plug buried in his entrance and wide open to receive Louis whenever the owner sees fit, they've even spent a few good hours in the movie theater room with Tomlinson just using his plump little mouth to warm up his cock during the movie. His body is always covered in purple and red marks that Louis loves to leave all over him. Harry has really become a fan of his owner's spankings. His free time consists of watching random channels on TV or being tied up and stimulated until he can't take it anymore, cumming fervently on his own abdomen.
Wearing a pink skirt and a tight top on his chest, his legs are stretched out at the end of the bed and his torso resting perfectly on the soft carpeted floor. He loves his lilac space full of teddy bears and delicate things, so after spending hours in the living room he decided to go up to the bedroom. Tomlinson had shown him how to use some of the makeup he had. He wanted him to always be neat and pretty for his owner, who spent good hours of the day working in his office. But Harry was happy to wait, so he could explore the different clothes and accessories he had or take long baths in the luxurious bathtub of his suite.
Sometimes Louis liked to do his makeup and pamper him as soon as they woke up. Today, however, Harry had done his own makeup using some creams and exfoliants from the bathroom cabinets, adding some powder and concealer, then painting his lips with a cherry gloss. Then, he decided to experiment with the pink eyeshadow palettes he found on top of the dresser in his room. He still wasn't a big fan of makeup, but it was fun to test and play with the colors. In the end, his eyelids had a mix of light pink and some glitter. He felt well cared for and his skin was soft because of the mini spa he had prepared for himself. A few days ago, even his nails had been filed and painted by Tomlinson. Even though he wasn't very good at manicures, he loved to make his doll even more beautiful.
Now, his fingers with colorful painted nails were wandering around the screen of his cell phone, scrolling and liking some things on his social midia. He would admit that he missed looking at nonsense on the internet and killing time on Pinterest. His tastes might be changing slowly, but he was still the same old Harry. A blackberry gum was chewed inside the reddish mouth and the doll was already starting to feel bored again.
Part of his mind still wanted to open all the doors of the mansion and maybe sneak out through one of them when Louis didn't catch him, the other parts, however, just wanted to please his owner, the beautiful blue eyes that made him feel so good. That's why he tried so hard to learn and accept Tomlinson's demands, his torturous heels and the clothes that barely covered his body.
It was when Louis sneaked in through the ajar door of the room and went to the middle of the bed, climbing up and facing his doll's long legs, that the curly-haired boy couldn't help but be startled when he felt his ankles being pulled higher and his legs being held by strong hands.
- Lou! - The affectionate whimper escaped his lips, the cell phone leaving his hands and being taken by Tomlinson who threw it somewhere around the bedroom.
This nickname ended up being adopted naturally a few nights ago, whenever they were talking casually or not doing anything too explicit, Harry liked to call him that. Even though he had only recently learned his first name.
- Yes, my dear. Your owner has finished working for today and is ready to take care of his favorite dolly. - He said hoarsely as he squeezed her beautiful thighs between his fingers and leaned his torso to meet his mouth with the curly boy's face.
His lips kissed all over her face and then went down and nibbled on his neck, with few free spaces due to the collar he always wore.
- Today I'm going to use your little hole until it's red and begging for relieve, I'm going to fuck your throat until my doll sees stars and is crying with pleasure. - His hands fingered under the skirt and his whispers made her porcelain skin shiver. - I want to mark your entire body, I think that your happy little face is needing a few good slaps, don't you think?
Between saying the provocations and kissing his exposed collarbones, a hand went up to the nipples covered by the top, lightly squeezing the tip that was already starting to harden. Small moans were released by the brown haired boy, eager to accept whatever his owner wanted to do to him.
The fingers played with his nipples and every now and then grabbed his breasts tightly, giving the impression that they were bigger than they really were, the thin lips then going to meet his, eliciting whimpers and more moans. Harry was stimulated by the wet tongue invading his mouth in a sinful way, Louis' kisses were always so full of passion, slow and seductive but at the same time fervent and dominant.
- Sir... - Harry moaned breathlessly when the kiss was minimally separated, his owner's teeth still sucking part of his lower lip.
- Those little tits of yours are so hard, I wonder if I should put them in lace bras to take on a more beautiful shape, what do you think, hm? - Louis murmured, massaging Harry's feverish chest, his fingers pinching the nipples until he was sure they were red.
Small screams were released by the brown haired dolly, arching her back from the mattress and rotating her hips in the air. Louis rode his thighs, pressing against the young man's body but not giving him space to rub himself completely against his groin.
- Yes, whatever you want, Mr. Tomlinson. You can do whatever you want and think best with your dolly. - His voice was a mix between thin and sly moans.
Tomlinson had already planned what he wanted for tonight, so when he left the office he quickly prepared the most important accessory in the bathroom and put it in his pocket.
- Let's start by preparing you then, baby. - Louis said sweetly and calmly one last time close to her face and began to roll the tight top up her torso, until it was well crumpled and stuck to her mouth like a form of gag.
His arms, which had previously been trying to balance himself on the bed or hug his owner closer, were pulled under her back, trapped between Tomlinson's fingers as a sign that she shouldn't move them. The weight of her excited body already making the action difficult; his hot mouth bit and sucked on his nipples, her chest becoming covered in new purple marks.
When Harry was completely aroused and almost desperate, Tomlinson decided to finish drooling and nibbling on her hard nipples, then moving his mouth to the doll's defined abdomen, one hand sliding down to meet the rigid erection under the skirt, squeezing and pressing over his panties only to hear more suffering moans from the curly-haired man, who moved beneath him with each bite that was left on his exposed belly.
It was like a shiver that started at the end of his spine and went up his entire body, his teeth sinking in and sucking the area right after, drooling and scratching everywhere they could. Every time his owner sank his teeth into a new piece of skin or even over the same bruises, a soft moan was released from her breathless throat, and his fingers rubbed against his cock but never really giving any true relief.
- I bet you're dying to cum... - He said, stopping the biting of skin, which was once white, but now was covered in bruises and teeth marks. - I can feel your cock throbbing under my fingers, doll. Can I make you cum in this lingerie just by rubbing it like this? Are you such a needy little slut that you're going to cum because of my bites? - The dark and humiliating tone of his voice sounded in accordance with the rhythm of his palm, squeezing and groping the member squeezed in the thin lace fabric that the doll was wearing.
Harry wanted to hold on but the sensations became too much and Louis' mouth didn't stop licking and sucking on his skin, a particularly strong bite on his hip made pre-cum start to leak from his tip. He couldn't ask for permission, his words of supplication came out muffled and jumbled by the cloth between his teeth, he felt pathetic trying to obey Tomlinson's wicked game.
- Please, Sir... Can I cum? - He tried to say in vain, contributing even more to the amusement of his owner who only heard more incoherent grunts and moans.
Louis bit his hip a few more times, grabbing all the skin he could reach and then moved the panties down with his teeth. The tip of his tongue ran along its base and slowly descended to the head, sending shivers down the spine of the green-eyed dolly.
His hand began to properly stimulate his length this time, eliciting more naughty moans. His free fingers went to pinch a nipple that was still wet with saliva, thus making it easier for the next things that Tomlinson had in mind.
As Harry let out another of his little screams, the hand that had been gripping his erection so well disappeared. His owner quickly moved from his position to drag his body closer to the center of the bed and stretch his legs wide open to the sides of the headboard, then pulled some ropes that were already there to tie his ankles.
Her brown curls became a mess as she tried to struggle away. He knew that when he was tied to that bed, his limits would be tested, and since he was already completely in need, he wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer.
Tomlinson's palm soon came to meet his cheek in a fierce and loud slap, making him stop moving completely.
- Hey! You better stay still, doll. I need to have you tied up well if you don't want to get hurt. - He said firmly and strongly as always, his icy blue gaze burning the green irises full of water.
Tomlinson was always watching him, staring at all the curly-haired boy's movements and reactions, but most of the time his green eyes were closed or rolled back in pleasure, making it difficult to observe the beautiful, angry and mischievous expressions that his owner displayed.
A soft whimper sounds from her throat, the fabric of his top now serving to muffle his most shameful sounds, and soon his feet are completely trapped on the sides of the bed, her arms are also pulled and tied tightly in the other corners.
Harry felt like a starfish, the air was missing from his lungs as he tried to stretch his head back and maybe see what Louis was picking up around the room. In these moments the little doll always took the opportunity to cry and grumble, thus becoming even more needy.
Tomlinson knew very well how to differentiate between his toy's moans of pain and pleasure. He had understood the most natural state of his doll, which appeared mainly at these times, moving around in search of orgasm and desperate for touch. He loved hearing those loud and scandalous moans echoing through the room, knowing that only him was capable of leaving the young man like that.
When he returned to the bed, he left his gear around the panting body that lay there, helpless and full of tears accumulated at the edges of his eyes. A chain with nipple clamps, a long and thick whip, a plug and lubricant were left in plain sight of the doll by its owner, who had taken off his pants and boxers on the way.
- I have a surprise for my little doll. Do you think you'll like it, darling? - Louis always sounded so amused but there was perversity hidden behind his words.
The teary eyes were somewhat startled, not having time to think about the question since the owner had mounted his hips and lightly started to rub their extensions together, causing heat to spread across every inch of her skin.
- So hard and wet for me... - He fit perfectly over the brown haired boy's pelvis, thrusting against the region and stimulating himself, enjoying the hot and wet sensation that Harry's erection gave him.
The sound of the ropes pulling at the ends of the large piece of furniture indicated that the doll was suffering, wanting to get rid of all those agonizing ties. His fingers grabbed their extensions together, sliding and distributing the pre-cum of both in that obscene handjob of their mortal flesh, Tomlinson's mischievous smile adorned his expression of pleasure.
Harry was burning, he needed to cum and he knew that all of this was nothing more than teasing, his owner had barely started and his moans were already almost cutting through his dry throat.
- Look at you, so desperate already. - With one last squeeze of their erections, Louis stopped, watching his toy's desperation.
After the falsely remorseful speech, he reached out with his free arm and removed the small blouse that served as a gag from her red mouth.
- Uhmm, yes... please, I need to cum, Sir. - The soft and sweet speech came out slurred almost like a moan.
As soon as his hand moved again, Harry breathed through his teeth, he needed Louis to say the words and give him permission. All he got, however, were the hoarse and malicious words from his owner.
- You need me to give you permission, don't you? My perfect dolly would never cum without my words of command. - The slow and continuous movements in his length did nothing to help the doll, who felt herself getting closer and closer to reaching the edge.
His thighs trembled and his legs tried to squeeze together in a failed attempt to stop the inevitable. His movements began to get faster and his owner's fingers tightened around his cock, going back and forth. The sight of their wet hard members together only made it more impossible to hold back. His lower abdomen heated up and with that he felt the vibrations tearing through his pelvis. A pained moan could be heard as he came hard, exploding in Tomlinson's hand. He pushed his head back and against the mattress, his torso arched with a desperate groan because he couldn't stop, his whimper was like music to Louis' ears.
- What a naughty little slut, couldn't hold yourself back.. - The slight sound of disappointment in his voice could be noticed but he still smiled mischievously and his hand masturbated the doll's cock until there was nothing left to come out.
- S-sorry, sorry Mr. Tomlinson, please it was too good... - Harry stuttered the words out still dazed and feeling the last spasms through his body.
The blue eyes looked deeper into hers, finding her face just a few inches away and he seemed to be having a lot of fun for someone who had just had his rule disobeyed. It wasn't the first time, however. Harry had already accidentally cummed on one or two occasions before, when they were fucking around the house and things were simply too much, which caused strong bruises and red marks on his ass, but nothing he wasn't used to.
Out of the sight of the dolly, Tomlinson took out his surprise in the form of a syringe from his pocket, filled with a clear liquid and with a not-so-thin needle at the tip. Her green eyes, previously rolled in ecstasy, were now focused on the handsome man in front. Before he could realize it, his owner's hand was holding his chest, separating a small part of the flesh and piercing it with the needle. Maybe it was because of his recent orgasm, but his muscles were so relaxed that he could barely feel the needle sting entering his skin.
A noise from the back of her throat was present, because even though it was a bearable pain, it was becoming agonizing not to feel it coming out.
- Quiet now, take a deep breath, baby, this is just to make you even more beautiful to me.
The cold liquid could be felt entering her chest, spreading through her epidermis and veins. He wasn't sure what it could be, but if it would make her perfect for her owner, it was okay. When Louis finished applying half of the syringe and removed it, a slight burning sensation could be felt taking over the area. It was stinging, and the little doll could only whimper in fright and still a little breathless.
Her other breast was also pierced and the same sensations were repeated, but this time doubled. Her eyes watered as everything seemed to hurt around her nipples.
- That's it, darling, it's over... - His soft tone tried to calm the doll, her flushed face was covered in kisses.
- W-what is this? What are you doing to me? - His weak and tender voice stuttered amidst the tears.
- This will make your tits swell and grow, so much so that I'll be able to fill my hands with them... Who knows, maybe I'll even fuck my dick between them. - He uttered dirty and tempting, running his hands over the doll's abdomen.
Tomlinson's fingertips briefly touched the painful area, which was beginning to swell, growing little by little as the colorless solution spread over her skin. It had only been applied to the surface but was felt by all her muscles, running and invading her chest, which had previously been shapeless and almost completely flattened against her thin body. The initial pain had taken over her chest, her nipples hard and more swollen than ever. The doll grumbled softly and tried to hold back the tears from flowing freely. There were so many sensations that she could barely understand what was happening to her body. The bulge created in the region was not yet very large but it could be seen growing in volume.
- Relax, doll, it'll take a few minutes for them to take shape completely, but soon you'll have beautiful little tits for me to play with... - Louis says casually, his tone commanding and condescending in the right measure, taking over the senses of his toy.
- They hurt, Sir... - She whimpers, letting herself melt in that sensation.
His breasts were hardening and starting to hurt more and more, she could feel them growing and there was nothing she could do to stop it, he had no idea what they would look like after they were completely full, if they would return to normal or not. Tomlinson knew, however, it was just an experiment, like most of the things he liked to try and test with his toy, the chest would swell and reach a size limit, after a few hours it would start to deflate and would gradually return to its natural shape, as the liquid was absorbed and dissipated in Harry's body.
However, he would not tell his doll any of this. He wanted to enjoy her reactions as she watched her body being modified, even if temporarily and minimally in Louis' eyes. The idea of having her sensitive and completely surrendered was always what moved his perverse mind. His dolly had already given him so much, but he knew he could always take more. After all, that was her only function: to satisfy him and give him everything he wanted. Her dilated and needy pupils looked directly at him silently asking for any kind of comfort while Harry tried to accept what was happening to him.
- You're going to look so pretty for me, dolly. Don't you want to look pretty for your master? - Tomlinson whispers as he leans close to her reddened and tear-stained face.
He was still riding his toy's hips, his erection throbbing and leaking onto Harry's abdomen, the soft grunts he receives in response are enough to make him smile with satisfaction. Harry could feel the pressure building up in his breasts, which now seemed fuller than before, he wanted to look pretty for his master, he wanted to be good at pleasing him, as always.
The thin sound that came from the back of her throat was already typical, she found herself becoming more and more relaxed and soft, in need of attention, the hands that used to slowly wander near her breasts, now went up, grabbing and squeezing them, and if before her sounds weren't low at all, now they were definitely too loud. It was a light squeeze, but Louis enjoyed feeling them in his hands, so plump.
The doll looks at her own chest, moaning and panting, she had never felt anything like them, so sore and full, she imagines how much Louis would play with them. His erection had already become rigid again between his legs, but she couldn't even think about it, not when her owner was massaging her full flesh and touching her sensitive nipples.
- Mr. Tomlinson... s-stop... - She asks in a pained moan.
- Too sensitive still? - Tomlinson asks, imagining that maybe he should give his toy more time.
- They're getting so full, Sir... - She mumbles breathlessly, unable to find the right words to finish the sentence.
The owner quickly lets go of the soft flesh and grabs one of the accessories he planned to use on his toy. The doll was so pliant and he knew it would be easier to deal with all the sensations due to her recent orgasm. However, that doesn't stop a surprised and strangled moan from escaping her mouth when the clamps pinch her sensitive chest, holding and squeezing her delicate nipples.
The doll's eyes narrow in brief agony. Louis soon lowers his mouth to her wet cheeks, kissing and drying the tears that were falling there. Harry turns his face, seeking to find the comfort of his owner's lips as soon as possible. He had stopped trying to reject the pain in his breasts and now that his nipples were being crushed by the clamps, he felt pleasure taking over the region. It was difficult to keep his hips still. He wanted so much to feel Louis' hard cock against his, or to have his long fingers massaging him again. The reality that he now had an extra volume on his chest was strange, but totally exciting. If his mind didn't know exactly what his place and function were in that dynamic, maybe he would feel a little too exposed or like a fish out of water, but all that went through his cloudy mind was that he should try to behave and be his owner's perfect dolly.
Their tongues met, sliding and wetting around their mouths in a desperate kiss. Tomlinson sucked her lips quickly and lustfully but somehow still managed to be affectionate. The doll moaned and writhed, trying to find the best position for her fervent body. Her sensitive and erect cock hit against her owner's groin. Her legs spread wide, leaving the area free for him to push himself against her thighs and belly. A furtive hand runs down the side of her body, grabbing the lower part of her thigh and pushing her up. Louis's mischievous smile appears when he manages to fit himself close to his doll's hole, his erection full of precum hitting near her entrance and he teases the region, as if he were going to enter her there and then, but his green eyes fill with disappointment as soon as he feels nothing filling him.
The curly boy's ankles jerk when his owner pulls away, separating their mouths and opening him a bit more, his legs now bent in the air and fingers covered in lubricant slide down his needy hole.
- Please... - The little doll moans, trying to throw herself against Tomlinson's hand.
- Tell me what you want, princess. Do you want my fingers inside you? - Breathless and still playing with the thin skin of her tight hole, he asks slyly.
- Yes, please put something inside me, fuck me with your fingers, Sir. - Too cunning and hasty, the brown haired doll says, still trying to move in search of relief.
He actually wanted to tease some more, but her big, submissive eyes stared at him, making him shiver with desire. With slow, sure movements, he begins to introduce the first finger, the warm walls squeezing him until he can move inside, withdrawing and inserting it again to watch the green eyes rolling in pleasure, then adding the second and third, opening and scissoring the tight cavity. The curly-haired man's grunts and moans filled the room, his swollen and voluminous tits swayed with each back and forth movement of his owner's fingers, and his hips pushed against them, wanting them deeper.
Louis wasted no time, increasing his movements and pummeling his little doll's prostate, one of his thick hands firmly holding her thigh, keeping her open and in position, her thin waist holding the small skirt crammed above her cock, leaking and staining the pink fabric, he didn't think he would be able to cum again so soon but her body was shaking so much and his ass was clenching in his owner's hand, he felt him hitting his sweet spot deep again and again. Moaning and screaming, she tried to move away from the thrusts, it was too much for his tired weak body to try to hold back again.
All he gets, however, is a tug on the chain that holds his nipples, bringing a hoarse scream that echoes through the walls due to the twinge of pain and pleasure that spreads through her sensitive breasts. Tomlinson doesn't stop thrusting his fingers into her wet walls until he sees him moaning loudly again.
- Come on, baby, didn't you want to be fucked with my fingers? - He moans softly, thrusting deep against her abused entrance.
The clever and wicked expression is painted in the middle of his smile.
- I-I won't be able to hold it, Mr. Tomlinson. - He stutters the sly words, looking at the middle of her legs, his cock dripping and twitching with each movement.
A light laugh can be heard as Louis rests the head of his cock next to his digits, forcing him to enter just a little bit, he wanted to see him leaking and cumming on his own abdomen without being able to stop.
- N-no, please, it's too much.. - Turning her head to muffle the sounds in the sheets, he tries to beg.
The thick head of his cock makes space between the side of his fingers and starts to move back and forth, taking and testing the doll to the extreme, his body swayed with the movements and his belly heated up, making his member throb, almost gushing all the pressure that was building inside her.
- Look at me, doll. - Her owner says when he notices Harry hiding his face between his arm stretched out on part of the bed.
With red eyes and her bitten lips, she turns her head to her owner, planting her gaze fixed on the rigid expression he maintained.
Before she could beg to cum, he moved, thrusting his cock slightly against the fingers that were inside his doll, too close to her sweet spot. They kept moving up and down, then gently entering and leaving the warm cavity. The sounds were lost in the curly man's mouth, desperate moans reverberating amid a grunting sound as his untouched cock pulsed, cumming and expelling the white cum everywhere.
It was impossible for the brown haired doll not to surrender to all those stimuli. Her breasts were full and sore, more than ever, her hole open and throbbing, the digits forcing a path inside it without rest, and now she knew, she had cum for the second time without permission.
- I-I s-swear I tried... Please, Sir... I didn't mean to. - Her voice sounded like a thread of lamentation, tearful and still not recovered from the wave of pleasure that cut through his body.
It really was unintentional, when Tomlinson had him in his arms it was almost incomprehensible how quickly her body reacted, before her mind could even register what she felt he was already hard and dripping, his pleas for mercy always came too soon and she regretted being empty.
- Ssh, it's okay, doll, I know. - Removing himself from inside his toy, he licks the hand that stimulated her, uttering the words calmly.
Louis leans in, getting close to Harry's reddened face, his bitten lips open and he arches his back on the mattress wanting to get closer, his owner threatens to find his mouth but then sticks his fingers inside and as expected the young one sucks them vehemently. The green orbs look up, his tired eyelids fall down at the angelic gaze of the dolly, the idea of a punishment danced in Tomlinson's mind.
She tastes her own taste mixed with the lubricant and her owner's saliva, the pleasurable expression on his face seems to warn that he is not finished yet, when he removes his fingers from her mouth Tomlinson's other hand comes to her cheek, caressing and holding his face, he seems calm for a few seconds just enjoying the beauty of his doll, then a strong slap cracks on her face catching her completely off guard and her breath catches as she lets herself fall back onto the bed, his torso hurts from so much tossing and arching. Harry's throbbing length still trembles slightly in his belly, not having rested between his orgasms it was red and too sensitive, he felt too vulnerable.
- That doesn't mean I won't need to punish you, doll. - Her master's tone was harsh and cold, but somehow she knew she could take it.
- I know, I'm sorry, Mr. Tomlinson. - A low moan passed her lips before she spoke.
Maybe it had something to do with the way her breasts sat on his chest or maybe with the way Louis looked at them, hungry and almost salivating, but the dolly felt different, it was practically impossible not to get hard again with just the thought of her master punishing her, just as she loved his slaps she would also love any other kind of pain he could cause her physically, the clamps on her nipples didn't even seem so bad at this point.
Tomlinson's next movements are agile and when he is standing next to the bed with the black leather whip in one of his hands, he knows he will love hearing the next sounds coming out of his doll's lips.
- I'll start with 20 lashes, does that sound good to you? - His speech was rougher now, smoothing the loose straps of the device between his fingers.
- Whatever you want will be good for me. - He closes his eyes, trying to relax his burning body and speaks a little coyly, convinced that he will be well rewarded.
The straps of the whip hover over his skin, raising goosebumps and exciting his already overwhelmed senses. Their owner runs them over his chest and abdomen. The chains attached to his nipples are abruptly torn off, and Louis's toy holds back a loud groan inside his bitten mouth. His eyes widen, but he remains still, preparing himself for the pain he knows is coming.
- Thank you, Mr. Tomlinson. - She says, turning her face to observe the imposing figure at her side.
They both know that the gratitude is due to two things: having the clips removed and not being whipped on the object, as well as the pleasurable sensation of having them torn off.
- You're a good dolly, baby. - Louis is smiling but his voice is dark and reverent.
The whip flies in the air, hovering quickly against the swollen breasts of his little toy, he screams in surprise but his pelvis rolls against the bed, the owner decides to count out loud knowing that Harry's vocal cords are dry and tired from so much moaning, probably getting even worse by the end of the night, two, three times follow and the curly-haired man's noises only increase, as does his cock that continues to grow and throb against his stomach.
The lashes crack on the porcelain skin leaving it even redder, besides all the bites and hickeys in the region the nipples were abused because of the previous accessory, he increases his strength with each lash, and watching the green eyes streaming without control makes him even more willing to continue. Her big, aching breasts are mercilessly hit by her owner, the pain running through her veins, running through her brain and if before the doll was tired, sensitive and totally defenseless now her mind could not process anything other than the numbers that Tomlinson recited to the air, his erection leaked pre-cum and his hips rotated against the bed, she was almost wanting to cum again even though everything in his body screamed pain and burning.
He stops before completing the sequence and bends down getting close to his toy's face.
- My doll is really a dirty naughty bitch, isn't she? - His perverse tone echoed around Harry's ears. - Look at your dick, all messy with cum and still wanting more, am I right, baby?
Darkened orbs pointed to his owner's face, lips parted and all previous makeup smeared in his expressions, pleasure swimming in the depths of those dilated eyes, lost deep within themselves.
- Uhmm, yes, yes... Dirty and naughty, I'm your bitch, Mr. Tomlinson. - She moans and speaks slowly, not afraid to measure her own humiliation.
- Is that what you like, slut? Getting all broken for me? - He whispers close to her ear and positions himself to land the last blows.
Hitting along her torso and the last two hitting too close to the doll's reddened cock. Harry blinked rapidly, trying to get back from wherever he had gone, his groin was burning and his entire chest was on fire, the wounds seemed to spread further and further into his skin and his vision seemed to no longer exist, everything was blurred by tears and colored dots. Her ankles pulled at the ropes and her tightly clenched fists seemed to tear with her own nails, the pain in her breasts only reminded him that they were still there, large and hard against her battered form, then a muscular contraction took hold of his cock rising and spreading through what seemed like his entire torso or maybe it was the other way around a spasm that arose from the upper part of her body, descending and exploding in her groin. The dolly wasn't sure, but it was splendid and her cock came spurting the little bit of warm cum that he had left once more, contracting and vibrating from the inside out.
It was nothing he could say he had ever experienced before, everything his owner did to him always seemed so much better and more surprising than the last time.
Seeing the way his little toy had come so spontaneously with the blows and lashes of the whip had left Tomlinson stunned, not as much as Harry for sure, but his cock was dripping and throbbing on the bedroom carpet, hard and pointing upwards, he could almost feel the spasms running through the curly-haired man's body and her swaying breasts completely marked by the straps of the whip only made him even more excited.
- Congratulations, doll, you were so good, wonderful... My perfect little dolly. - Saying the sweet words to Harry's tired face, he mounts his chest and fits the cock between the doll's breasts.
Harry grunts in approval, nodding slightly, he seemed to be opening his eyes for the first time when he notices his owner on top of his breasts, his pink member wetting his full flesh and then his hands press both of them against his cock, moans tearing through his throat, aching and sensitive his breasts are forced to accommodate more of their owner, fucking between them and squeezing the swollen cock there to satisfy himself.
- You squeeze me so well, darling. - Tomlinson growls, moving between the soft flesh of Harry's chest.
It was natural that after cumming so much he would be completely without strength, but his body vibrated and trembled slightly due to all that new stimulation, Louis dedicated himself to taking just enough time, still enjoying Harry's satisfied expressions after the orgasm, he was so destroyed and it was all because of him. Feeling those breasts sliding around his cock, his hands holding and pushing them together to create the perfect space for his erection to rise and fall, was all he needed to spurt his cum on the neck covered by the pink collar, also painting the curly-haired man's face as more white strands of cum came out of his glans. He moaned loudly and hoarsely, finally cumming all over his doll's breasts.
Tomlinson collapses his panting body on Harry, still remaining between the abundant flesh of his chest. Even tired, she licks her own lips, recovering any trace of cum that might be there, and then stretches her head as best she can to kiss Louis' tip. She wanted to taste more of her owner. After catching his breath, he goes down to the young man's torso and finds his lips, sucking and biting his tongue. It was wonderful to see how willing she still was just to have more of his taste, with his fingers he rescues a few drops of the sperm spread on her neck and takes them to her mouth, the doll moans satisfied sucking them.
- Thank you, Lou... - He says softly and coyly looking at his owner.
- You're welcome, princess. - Louis answers in a loving tone and a smile graces his lips.
Freeing Harry's arms and legs soon the two are intertwined in the center of the bed, their bodies sticky and sweaty, the doll lets herself be held by Louis' cozy arms, after all she was completely lost in being his.