Surrender

Prior to seeing Diego, she was waxed and had Diego's name tattooed in cursive above her pussy. She had a thick black collar fastened tightly around her throat. When she said she surrendered, they took it as complete surrender.

She was brought naked to Diego's king-sized bed. She parted her thighs when he entered, showing him her sex.

"Now, this is what I like to see," Diego said, smiling at Carrie. "A white bitch that knows her place."

"Of course, Diego." Diego shook his head.

"I'm Papi now, pet," he corrected her, striding over to her.

He had a seven inch cock that was very girthy, and he had a very large set of balls on him. Carrie took her time sucking his cock, knowing he wanted that. He wanted a girl that he owned, but also one that could play the trophy and be haughty as needed. But today was being owned. She sucked on his heavy sack, and even let her tongue disappear into his ass crack, which earned his approval. And only when he was ready, did she lay back, pliant and submissive.

He slapped his cock noisily against her sex, and then pushed it into her, making her gasp. It'd been so long without a man in her bed that she almost felt like a virgin again. His mouth captured hers hungrily, tongue dancing with hers, his cock delving deep into her, stretching her out for him, and only him. When his cock released a torrent of seed into her, she realized she was probably pregnant. But she also knew she no longer had a say in it, and that Diego was her only tether to any type of existence whatsoever that was even remotely satisfactory.