Chapter 23 #2
Considering the circumstances, all I can do is shake my head, but that is enough.
Just one thick, unrelenting push and he shoves himself right in, splitting me open around his cock, and if not for the gag blocking my sounds, I’d have screamed, but all I’m capable of is a raw sound, strangled and unintelligible .
A shock wave of overwhelming sensations rips through me. I’m impossibly full, stretched to my limit, and he’s still going. I must have underestimated his size because this is too much, and I just can’t. My eyes are probably giving me away because he stops.
“Keep breathing through your nose. You can take my cock like a good girl. Your pussy was made for it,” he says, while placing a soft kiss on my forehead.
I take a breath in and exhale loudly, allowing my body a break.
When I finally feel I can take more, I nod, and that is his cue.
He starts pushing his entire length into me, pounding slowly at the beginning, allowing me to adjust to his size.
Ten inches, twelve…he’s still going. Too much, too big.
Mother nature took her time with this man.
I think I stop counting around twelve, but it’s all based on sensation and my lightheaded brain.
His hand moves back to my throat, his fingers pressing hard enough to cut off my air supply for a few seconds only to open them again.
I start seeing lights, incapable of focusing on anything besides him inside me.
The thrusts get harder, faster, making me dig my heels into the sheets as my legs are already shaking, but that doesn’t stop him.
He doesn’t even slow down. Just the brutal rhythm of his cock driving into me like he needs to anchor himself there.
The bed creaks beneath us with each thrust, the headboard slamming against the wall.
All I can focus on is the sound of it hitting the wall, my muttered words that are nowhere near intelligible, and the grunt that escapes his mouth.
With each gasp, I feel my mind unraveling—pulled between the pain, the sharp heat of him inside me, and the fucking need to be ruined by him.
I need to scream, I need to voice all the sensations that he is producing in me. Almost pleading, I try to ask him with my eyes to remove the gag.
“Fuck—Victoria—”
But that doesn’t do the trick. Fucking fuck! Azrael, God!
In one motion, he has me flipped—hauling me up with a brutal grip, my back pressed to his chest. I feel his lips brush the back of my neck, teeth grazing my spine, and I barely have time to catch my breath before he thrusts again, too deep, forcing a cry from my throat.
His left hand moves down between my legs, his index and middle fingers rubbing my clit, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.
My vision blurs, and my moans, muffled by the gag, intensify.
I just can’t, I’m so close to slipping into oblivion, overwhelmed by all the sensations: skin against skin, him inside me, fingers against my clit and teeth on my neck.
“I need to hear you call my name,” he says as he unties the gag, throwing it somewhere in the room.
“Azrael, fuck—” finally able to voice what I need.
“You are so pretty when you cry my name. I will destroy every part of you, every inch belongs to me now.” His mouth brushes my ear before he nibbles on it.
I let out a moan, enjoying every second of this. “Harder,” is all I’m able to say.
“That’s what my little ember is, a cum slut.”
“Faster.”
Fuck the bondage device because I need my fingers—better, his fingers—on my pussy to send me over the edge. I must be mentally begging because this is exactly what he starts doing. I’m overstimulated with his cock inside me, pounding so deeply I can feel it in my stomach.
He drives into me relentlessly from below, at an angle that touches all the right spots. Every thrust knocks me off my balance, but he holds me in place.
My head drops back against his shoulder, his hips slamming into my ass. His chest is pressed against my back, and his lips brush my shoulder. There is no distance between us, physically or mentally.
One second later, the orgasm hits me like a tsunami, and I dig my nails into his abs because I need to keep my grip on reality somehow.
“Azrael, God!”
“That’s right, little ember. Worship me. Pray for my mercy.”
And I would, I would do anything he tells me to right now, while I’m unable to think rationally.
“Fuck—you feel like the most delicious sin.” The sound is a low, animalistic growl from deep in his throat.
His hands go to my neck as he pushes me down onto the bed. The new position perfectly allows him to fuck me from behind. He continues thrusting and pulling and pushing and thrusting, and I’m long gone, too lightheaded to maintain contact with reality.
Until—cold. I somehow forgot he’d grabbed the butt plug from the drawer, which he’s now moving around my pussy, coating it in my fluids.
“Azrael, I can’t t—”
“Little ember, don’t lie unless you want to be punished again.”
I can’t take another of his “punishments”.
He takes it as a sign of approval to continue, pressing the toy inch by inch into my ass.
It takes me a couple of seconds to adjust, but what he said is not wrong.
It’s not that bad. Once fully in, he turns it on, letting the vibration thrum through my body—because of course he had to choose the only butt plug that is battery operated.
“Azrael, I’ve never—” I try to find my words, but even thinking clearly is too much.
“You’ve never had your pussy filled while your ass was fucked?”
“I’ve never done anal.”
At my words, his grip tightens on my hips. “Tell me to stop.”
“I’d rather die.”
That’s all he needs. This time, he pushes rougher, faster, pounding into me like he is chasing something. The plug in my ass buzzes in sync, matching the pounding rhythm of his cock, pushing me higher, until my body is nothing but carnal need.
“This is too much,” I barely whisper, my body trembling violently with a second orgasm.
Instead of stopping, he just pulls the toy free with a wet pop, replacing it with himself in me, claiming what no toy ever could. Stretch, burn, invasion. I choke on a scream, his hand moving back to rubbing my clit, coaxing another orgasm as he fucks me deeper.
“You were made for this, little ember,”
“Azrael—”
“For me, only for me. Now be a good girl and let me hear you moan.”
If there is any way I could get wetter, it would be from the way he is claiming me with his words.
“Again,” he orders. “I want to feel you come on me again.”
I don’t argue. I can’t. I want to do it just as much as he does. I moan again, helpless, as the pleasure climbs higher, threatening to drown me one more time.
“Where do you want me?” He asks me, the only thing I can’t show with my body .
“If you dare to pull out, I will fucking cut off your dick off and finish the job myself.”