Chapter 28 #2
“You fuck your tight little pussy with this fake cock, imagining your pretend boyfriend? Why not get a real one?”
I scoffed.
“Answer me.”
“Because the only men who are interested in me don’t want me, they want to know what I can do for them,” I answered.
He hummed a low noise in the back of his throat. “I think I understand.”
The judgment I was expecting was absent from his voice. There was no pity, no retribution, nothing. His fingers spread the lubricant around my asshole. “Tell me what you do with it.”
“What do you mean, what do I do with it?”
“I know you fuck it, I know you use it to get yourself off, but how? Do you deep throat it?”
I shook my head, my cheeks burning.
Darius disappeared for a moment, then returned with the throw pillows in his hands. He arranged them on the headboard and under my chest, creating a seam just in front of my face. Then he stuck the dildo in that seam. “Let me see what those pretty lips can do.”
“I do—" I started, but he smacked my ass just hard enough to make me jump. This time I wrapped my lips around it willingly and sucked.
“Pretend it’s my cock and do a good job. I might reward you.”
I pushed myself a little deeper on the fake cock, taking more down my throat while Darius drizzled more of the lubricant down my crack and then used his fingers to spread it around. The cool, viscous liquid was soothing on my battered and soon-to-be-bruised skin.
I wondered if it had something to do with the silicone or aloe.
I had no idea. But I lost myself in the rhythm of my lips on the fake cock, forgetting my pain, my tongue working it like it was Darius, while his hands petted and prodded my skin.
Then he slipped his middle finger into my pleated hole.
“Focus,” he scolded, just before I felt his lips kiss my ass cheek and his hands spread me apart.
His hand pressed in the middle of my back, forcing me to arch my hips as his tongue slipped between my pussy lips and flicked across my clit. My breath hitched, but he stayed focused on that tight little bundle of nerves.
I took another inch of the cock down my throat, and he whispered “good girl” before dragging his tongue up past my aching opening to my asshole. I jumped when his tongue circled it and I choked on the dildo.
He smacked my ass again, and I regained my control, sucking on the fake cock while he licked the place I had never even let anyone touch before.
Slowly, pressure built in me, but it was different this time. Darker, more forbidden. And when my thighs tensed, Darius backed off.
He bent over my body, and I could feel his hard cock against my pussy lips. But he didn’t line himself up. Instead, he just whispered in my ear, “Let’s see what else that fake boyfriend of yours can do.”
He took the dildo from my lips and then pressed the tip against my ass.
“Please, you can’t, I have never—" I whined, but he pressed the tip in anyway.
It stung, and it burned, but he moved slowly, adding more of the cool lube until he could slide it all the way in.
I had never felt so unbelievably full before. It was almost painful and somehow still not enough. He dragged it out and pushed it back in.
“You’re taking this so well,” he purred, and his approval relaxed me a little more, so he was able to slide it in a little further.
I bit my bottom lip, trying to control the moan that threatened to push its way out.
“I bet you can take more,” he said. Before I could argue, before I could make any type of protest, he notched his cock at my opening, and with the dildo deep in my ass, he pushed in.
It was somehow too much and not enough. I had never felt so full, so stretched, but even the sting of the stretch faded away into something else.
He dragged his cock out slowly, taking the dildo with him as he pulled out and then pushed back in all at once, hard and fast.
“Such a good girl,” he crooned. “Everyone else sees this sad, lost, chaotic girl. But I can see the truth. I see the desperate slut underneath, the woman who just needs to be fucked into obedience.”
His words should have angered me. I should have been livid. I should have fought against them, but all I could do was moan and arch my back, giving him more, letting him fuck me deeper. Harder.
That was precisely what he did, moving the dildo at the same pace as his cock. He pushed both in together and then out, and that darker, more intense, forbidden pressure built in my core.
It was too much and not enough, all at once.
This time, when the tears spilled down my cheeks, it wasn’t just about the pain. No, the pain didn’t really even register. It was just enough to give a sharp edge to the pleasure that overwhelmed me.
Even his words were like a verbal spanking. They should have hurt, and they did at first, but then they just made everything better.
“I know you like this. You like being tied down. You like being punished, just like the bad girl you are. You almost came just from me taking this tight little ass. What else do you like?”
I let my hair fall over my face, trying to hide from his words.
His other hand pulled the pillow away, making it impossible for me to hide.
“I want to hear you say it,” he demanded. “Do you like being tied up and helpless for me? You look so fucking beautiful like this. You look just as beautiful after I ruin you.”
“Yes, sir,” I panted as he kept up the almost impossible pace.
“Do you like the sting of my belt against your ass?”
“Yes, sir.” The pressure in my core built higher and higher.
“Tell me you like when my tongue is on you.”
“I love the way it feels when you taste me, sir.” My head was spinning, and I wasn’t even sure what I was saying.
“Next time it’s going to be my cock in your ass, and you are going to beg for it. Aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir.” My thighs shook, the room going darker around the edges of my vision.
“And how are you going to beg?”
“However you want, sir. I’ll bend over your lap so you can spank me first, I’ll get on my knees and suck you until you tell me to stop.
Anything.” I was babbling at that point, no longer focusing on answering his questions, but on the pressure building to impossible heights in my core.
My entire body felt like it was going to explode.
It was terrifying and exhilarating at the same time, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
Darius slid the pillow back over and I immediately buried my face back in it as his hand went under my hip and found my clit.
He circled the little bundle of nerves with his middle finger, while his cock still moved in and out of me in a fast, steady pace, the dildo now mirroring his thrust. Either his cock was deep inside of me and the dildo was almost out, or it was the dildo surging in while he was pulling out.
My head spun, and I opened my mouth to scream into the pillow. As the pressure finally broke, I was overcome with wave after wave of intense, forbidden pleasure.
It was so intense my vision whited out, and for a moment there I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t scream, I couldn’t do anything. I was pretty sure I had almost blacked out.
He followed me over the edge with a barbaric yell, and I could feel each spurt of his hot cum searing the inside of my pussy.
I collapsed on the bed, and the next thing I knew, my hands were untied, the dildo and lube were nowhere to be seen, and he was using a cool cloth to clean me up.
When he collapsed in the bed next to me, instinctively, I rolled closer to him, resting on his lower stomach. He was breathing as heavily as I was.
Just as quickly as the peace had descended upon me, I dissolved into tears.
I didn’t know why I was crying, but I couldn’t stop sobbing. It was like I was so high I was floating, and then, without warning, I plummeted into despair.
He didn’t yell at me, he didn’t push me away. Instead, Darius held me tighter. He pulled me onto his chest so I was lying more on him than off of him as he gently stroked my hair.
My limbs were too heavy to move, my eyes burned, and eventually I drifted off to sleep.
My only thought was that I was taking comfort in the arms of my enemy.