Note: this is not a stand alone story. Please read "making of a slut" to see how Tina and Eddie met.
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"You're my come slut now," he said, and stroked her hair softly while she buried her face in his crotch, licking his cock clean.
She looked up at him, afraid.
"I guess so," she said.
He slapped her, but not too hard. The bitch had sucked him off good.
"What are you?" he said.
"Your come slut," Tina said, crying a little.
She was afraid, because she knew that, after tonight, she could never say no to his cock.
"That's right whore, I made you into my come slut," he said, running his hands over her tits, massaging her hard nipples until she writhed and moaned in the chair.
He grabbed her beautiful, thick blond hair and made her look up at him.
"I'm untying you bitch. And you better not try to run. Or I'll take my belt to your ass."
She nodded, aware of how close his cock was to her lips.
He undid the ropes tying her hands and feet. For a moment, Tina just sat there looking up at him. She didn't want to get slapped around anymore and she sure didn't want his belt across her ass.
"Get up," he said.
When she got to her feet, he grabbed her roughly and shoved her ahead of him. He disappeared into the darkness then came back. In his right hand, he had a thick, black leather belt. Tina looked at, terrified. It had to be at least a half inch thick. It was a strap, more than a belt.
"Please," she said, "I'll do what you want."
He looked at her body in the soft candlelight, rosy pink all over, with a thatch of blonde hair that covered her pussy lips.
"You're gonna entertain me whore," he said.
Tina nodded.
He came toward her and she cringed, expecting another blow. But he went past her and came back holding her black, spike heel shoes. She remembered asking her maid to find them that morning. But that was an eternity ago, in another lifetime.
"Put them on," Eddie said, throwing them at her feet.
Tina slipped on her shoes. Now she stood in the center of the room, her legs long and smooth, her tits sticking out like perfect, ripe fruit, her soft pink lips slightly parted, looking at him.
"You're gonna dance for me whore," he said in a quiet voice that spoke of violent things done in dark alleys. "If you don't do it good, I'll use this on your ass." He held up the thick leather strap.
He reached behind him on a table and the small room filled with low, sensual music. At first Tina stood there, confused.
"Do it bitch. Dance for me. Move like a whore. Make believe you want my cock so bad, you'll do anything to get it."
Tina was ashamed, because she really did want his cock bad. Why was this happening to her?
Eddie came toward her and she said quickly, "Please. Don't hit me. I'll do it."
"Shut up bitch. I'm just gonna warm you up. Put your hands behind your head. Spread your legs."
Tina obeyed. Now she stood naked in the candlelight, her long legs spread wide. With her hands clasped behind her head, her breasts lifted, so they stood straight up, showing her hard pink nipples.
Eddie threw the belt toward the bed then stood behind her and cupped her soft tits, running his thumbs over her nipples.
She looked down at his dark chocolate hands cupping her firm, pink breasts, and the warmth between her legs pulsed, her clit grew hard again.
He kissed the side of her neck while he fingered her nipples. Then one of his strong hands slid down her flat belly, down between her spread legs and found her hot wetness.
