Chapter 35 Selene #2
We arrive back at the villa, and as we step into the room, I can tell the sweet, calculated Cortez is gone. And the person left in his place is the beast—the one that will fuck my senses till my lungs burst from screaming.
There’s a small smirk on his face as he stalks towards me, eyes raking over my frame. “Strip,” he orders, and I dare not disobey.
I tug the thin spaghetti straps over my shoulders, sliding the dress down my curves in a slow, deliberate manner. His gaze follows, lingering on my bump as his nostrils flare.
When the cloth pools around my feet, I shiver from the heat of his gaze. And my knees almost buckle as he takes slow steps to close the distance between us.
My tits are the first things his eyes narrow on when he gets to me. His index finger feathers a trail from my neck to the dip of my breast. Then he releases a deep grunt, fisting one.
I bite my lips, letting out a breathy moan as his other hand slides down to cup my already dripping pussy. My legs instinctively part for him.
“I love how you’re always so fucking wet for me.” His voice is hoarse with lust as he fiddles with my sex. I gasp when he lightly pinches my clit as his other hand slowly wraps around my neck.
My eyes flutter shut, but he speaks almost immediately.
“Look at me.”
All I can do is obey.
“You’re not allowed to shut your eyes.” He steps back, and I whimper at the loss of contact, looking over my shoulders to watch him disappear into the closet.
My heart flutters with anticipation when he reappears with a familiar black box and cuffs. Dropping the bag, he unfurls the long cuff, walks around me, and then latches the cuffs on my wrists.
The metal feels cool against the heat of my skin, somehow heightening my sensitivity. And as he spanks my ass, I feel myself almost come undone.
Without a word, he guides me to the edge of the bed that faces the mirror.
“Arms up.” He positions me in the center of the frame and climbs the bed, hooking the long chains to two overhead restraint hooks. I briefly wonder if they have been there all this time, or if he made arrangements for them.
Before I can process anything, the soft whir of a tool comes to life.
Cortez slips behind me, forcing my legs apart and holding my gaze through the mirror.
The sight of myself hung—spread apart for him—as his fully clothed frame presses against my body, eyes darkened with possession, nearly drives me to the edge.
A shiver spikes my nerves as he first slides a hand from behind, fondling my pussy, and then his other hand starts working from the front, placing the vibrator against my clit.
“Fuck!” My head falls forward, muscles in my thighs clenching.
A sharp smack to my ass follows my movement. “Eyes up here, Princessa,” he growls.
His hand doesn’t stop working from behind, rubbing circles that make me throw my hips in rhythm. My lashes flutter open as I raise my eyes to meet his wicked gaze in the mirror.
Without warning, he inserts his two fingers inside my soaking wet pussy from the back. “Cortez!” I gasp, my voice breaking with need.
Arching forward, slightly, I keep my gaze steady with his as the assault on my pussy continues from both sides. His fingers keep slamming against my entrance, curling and twisting to collapse the inside of my walls.
Sweat trickles down my spine as pleasure builds in my stomach. Everything blurs, and all I’m focused on is his ragged breath behind me, his sharp gaze, and the reflection of us in the mirror.
“Ahhh...ah-h-h, I’m going to…I’m c-cumming!” I scream, my legs trembling. He increases his pace, slamming with an intensity that tightens the knots in my guts.
“I want to feel your pussy clench around my fingers,” he breathes raggedly in my ear. And my body obeys. My walls tighten as release crashes over me like a tornado.
I’m panting. My legs are barely holding me up, and my body is still shaking from the high.
I hear the metal chains clink above me as he unhooks them from the ceiling and uncuffs me, my body collapsing against his.
But I realize he’s not done.
Gently, he lays me in the bed, rubbing my belly soothingly before pushing me to my side.
“Comfortable?”
The word barely registers in my brain as I nod. A low rumble escapes his lips when he crosses my knees away from him in a way that leaves my pussy bared for his gaze.
“So fucking beautiful,” he purrs, drinking me in hungrily. Then his hand slides around my neck, gripping firmly. “Look at yourself,” he rasps.
My core moistens again as I manage to prop myself on my elbow, glancing over my shoulder. My pussy is swollen, pulsing, and flushed with liquid.
He parts my folds, his lips engulfing the pink, sensitive part as he peers at me, sucking with every intention to wreck me.
“Mine,” he growls between his assaults. The sound, sharp and feral, rippling through my body.
I struggle to keep my head afloat. My body shakes, and just when I think I’ll pass out, he straightens from the edge of the bed, eyes glazed with hunger.
Without breaking eye contact, he slides his hands beneath my frame, adjusting me to the center of the bed. I watch with heavy breaths as he unbuckles his belt and tugs his trousers off.
His massive dick is a physical representation of everything in his eyes. Hard, pulsing, and hungry.
Fisting his cock, he positions himself behind me, pushing me softly to the side and stretching one of my legs over the other.
“You ready, Princessa?” His voice is rough and dark, words carrying a weight so strong that I tremble. The way he looks at me—hard and intense—feels like he’s marking me. Letting me know I finally belong to him.
I swallow hard, my arousal dripping faster. I don’t think I’ll ever be ready for the terror my pussy is about to withstand.
He places a strong hand on my waist and the other on the bed before plunging into me. The world tilts. All the air saps out of my lungs as the sheer force lunges me forward, hands fisting the sheets.
“Shit!” My senses scatter, and I let out a loud scream somewhere between pleasure and pain. The sensation of his fully erect cock is overwhelming, like he’s rearranging something inside me.
“I’m going to fuck you until everyone in this city hears you scream!” He spanks my ass, rolling his hips to ram inside me again. “Take Daddy’s dick like the good little girl you are.”
I try to, but my pussy cannot withstand the surge of pleasure that follows with each thrust. So I let my screams rise, unrestrained. Our bodies slap against each other as he uses his lips to capture my screams.
He continues pounding me, hitting my G-spot over and over, until my body trembles and heaven bursts open. I cum with a high-pitched scream, his own guttural sound rising above my voice.
“Fuck, Selene! What are you doing to me!” he roars heavily against me.
If it’s possible, I collapse even more against the bed, my heart almost pounding out of my chest. Fuck! My exhaustion drags me in and out of reality.
Then suddenly he slides out, only to reposition himself at my entrance…again!
“I’m not done, baby girl. Get used to this!”