Chapter 3 #4
It hurt so very much at first, but once I reached a certain point, I fell off the edge of something else.
My desire hurtled through me with wild abandon, rising higher and higher despite everything in my head that demanded I fight it.
My pleasure held me captive, and I feared when it finally reigned free, it would destroy me.
He leaned over me and gripped my shoulder with one hand, using my own body as leverage to fuck me even harder than before. With his other hand, he reached around and captured my clit between his fingers.
My arousal escalated tenfold.
With far too knowledgeable fingers, he stoked my need until I was practically shivering with it in his arms. His cock continued to pound into me brutally hard, a daunting reminder of his strength and power over me, but his touch played across my clit like a lover’s caress.
He varied the pressure of his fingertips, slowly building me up so that he could tear me apart.
It wouldn’t take very long.
Even with the aching pain of the hard fucking he was forcing me to take, my pleasure soon raged forth like a hurricane.
In seconds, I was overwhelmed and consumed by the incredible sensations warring inside my innocent body.
My core twisted hard, and I knew I was tiptoeing along the edge of exquisite ecstasy and cruel agony.
As his fingers worked my clit and his cock thrust into me ruthlessly hard, I remained uncertain which sensation would win out.
But I didn’t have a choice. I was going to take one or the other whether I liked it or not. I trembled and shook beneath him and then something inside me snapped.
I screamed his name.
I lost my grip on reality, bridging into the dark world of savage pleasure and ruthless insanity.
My release shattered me into a million different pieces, like shards of glass that would never be put back together again.
My legs shook and the physical devastation that followed was so incredibly powerful that I wondered if I could ever go back to being myself after it was all over.
My toes curled and my nails dug into the pads of my hands as I suffered on that thin edge of pain and pleasure far more powerful than I’d ever known.
My orgasm went on and on and on.
My mouth opened in a circle, and I gasped, desperate for air and finding none.
I couldn’t tell up from down or left from right.
All I knew was that my pussy gripped his cock so hard that I feared it might force him out, but it didn’t.
My nipples peaked against the surface of my bed, still sore and aching from the punishing pinches and bites he’d put them through.
The more I arched into him, the more they scraped into the comforter and the more I realized that I was doing it on purpose.
I wanted it to hurt.
I was coming this hard because it did.
I screamed for him and by the time the orgasm finally began to fade away into the edges of pure bliss, my voice was hoarse, and a wave of exhaustion surged through me.
But he didn’t stop.
I whimpered fearfully. He didn’t show a single sign that he was starting to slow down.
My satisfied need withered away, only to be replaced with a growing anxiety that I wasn’t going to make it through this. As if he could read my thoughts, his fingers returned to pet my clit and I tried to jerk away from him as an electric surge of discomfort raced through me at his touch.
“I can’t. Please,” I cried out with panic. I wanted to push his hands away, but I couldn’t break my own free.
“You can and you will. You’re going to come again for me and I’m going to mark this pretty little pussy with my seed, little mate,” he murmured.
Mate.
He’d called me his mate.
There was no more time to think. My fucking began again, and I descended back into that dark painful place once more. My ability to focus on anything but the thick cock surging between my thighs fled.
His rough touch pressed against the overly sensitive bundle of nerves even harder, making me scream, and I didn’t stop.
I begged for mercy. I pleaded for forgiveness.
I told him I’d do anything if he’d stop forcing me to come for him.
His fingers mercilessly worked my clit, driving me into the world of pleasure and barely manageable pain once more.
Real fear mixed in with the ecstasy and agony and I found myself wondering if I could even survive through yet another orgasm.
I cried out, drowning within the varying emotions that flew through me at his dominant hand. His cock never stopped slamming into me, possessing me, and reminding me that in our world, I was the human and he was the monster.
He was teaching me that my proper place was beneath him and that was the most powerful feeling of all.
I tried to rush back to the surface and reclaim what I’d lost, but I’d long passed the point of having control. I’d lost it somewhere in my own bed. Maybe I’d never even had it in the first place. Maybe he’d taken it the moment he’d first set his eyes on me.
Against my will, I could feel myself approaching a fourth orgasm. I could tell that it was going to be brutally hard and that more than anything, it was going to hurt considerably.
I panicked, but it didn’t matter. He pushed on anyway.
As much as I tried to fight it, he forced it forward, and it poured over me like a pot of boiling water.
From deep within, a blazing fire surged forth, hurtling through my veins and scorching through every last inch of me.
I began to scream, just trying to survive the overwhelming storm of pleasure and intensely hot agony that scalded me from within.
My core twisted hard, and my clit pulsed with one jolt of aching sensation over and over again until I lost every bit of myself.
I thrashed beneath him. I writhed into his thrusts, taking him deeper and deeper until I felt his massive girth throb inside me. He roared with his own pleasure, and it forced my orgasm even higher, throwing me into a pleasurable panic as I suffered for him while wholly impaled on his cock.
His seed spurted deep inside me, fiery whiplashes of cum that lashed inside me so hot that I feared that it might brand my pussy with his mark. He pounded into me, enjoying every last second of his orgasm as he conquered me with every inch of his big cock.
That final release broke me, and I soared into the heavens.
I floated somewhere in a dark void in the seconds following that orgasm. It was free of the worries of the world and everything that troubled and scared me. It was a beautiful place, so very peaceful and so wonderful that I found myself wanting to stay there forever.
It was the blissful numbness of complete and utter surrender.
His soft touch brought my head very slowly back to Earth.
His touch was tender and soft, and it took me several minutes to realize he’d freed my hands.
Carefully, he began to massage my shoulders, probably to help soothe tension, but I was so well satisfied and dazed that I felt nothing of the sort.
He gathered me in his arms and arranged me so that I was on my side facing his chest. He wound his arms around my waist and pulled me firmly against him.