Chapter 12
CHAPTER TWELVE
JOLIE
The next thing I knew, I was being thrown over Master's shoulder, and a very inelegant squeal escaped from my lips.
I let out another cry as a hand came down on my ass. "Stay still, Jolie. We can't have you falling before I have my fill of you."
Instantly, I stilled.
Of course I did.
I wanted him to have his fill of me.
No. I needed him to.
I needed to have his hands, mouth and cock all over me, in me, on me. Basically I needed to have him in all the ways I could possibly have him.
And if that meant listening to him, obeying his orders? I was so down with that.
In fact, it made me super duper extra horny for a big, fat, monster cock.
Even if I was pretty damn sure that he would split me in half.
But what a way to go, though, right?
I knew that I should probably be more scared of him and what he could do to me. For all intents and purpose I was an innocent virgin.
But how many people could really claim to be all that innocent in the age of the Kindle and new monster smut books that released every damn day?
Not this girl.
I had been so lost in my thoughts about all the dirty romance novels on my e-reader that I didn't even realise we'd entered Master's bedroom until he threw me onto the bed and ripped the last scraps of material off my body.
"Okay, pretty flower. Remember... you asked for this," he growled in warning before climbing onto the bed with me. "Now spread those luscious thighs as wide as you can and grab hold of the headboard."
I quickly rushed to follow his order and could practically feel the wetness seep from my core.
"If you let go, Jolie, for anything, I'm going to spank this pretty pink pussy of yours. Do you understand?"
My head bobbed up and down so quickly I could almost hear my neck pop.
"Good girl," he purred before diving down between my legs.
I didn't ever imagine a mouth like a bull would ever be any good at oral sex, and, granted, I didn't have anything to compare it to, but dear goddess, Master was... well, he was a master at it.
His thick, large tongue delved into my folds, licking up any stray bit of moisture like his life depended on him cleaning up my wet cunt. His nose pushed against my clit and with each lick and suck of his lips and tongue, he pushed me closer and closer to the edge.
After sucking him, playing with him, I was already so dangerously desperate for release.
And then he pushed a finger deep inside me with one fast, deep thrust.
The stretch and burn only served to heighten my hunger and I let out a soft mewl.
"Pretty flower, I'll remind you, your pleasure is mine. If you come without my say so, you will regret it."
Oh dear lord.
If he didn't want me to come, then he really needed to stop saying such filthy things to me.
After his warning, he went right back to feasting on me, letting the tidal wave of pleasure slowly build inside me to the point that I found my hands wrapped around his horns.
My core lit up as three rapid hits landed right over my clit and wet lips.
"Hands," he growled.
My eyes flew open, and I was shocked to find him staring at me with an expression I found impossible to decipher.
"One day I'll let you ride my face while you hold on to my horns, flower. Not today. Today, you will hold onto that headboard until I give you permission to let go. Not a moment sooner."
Obviously, I grabbed hold as my master bid. I'd be an idiot not to do what he wanted me to.
He returned to the task of eating me alive while he filled me with another finger.
Having two of them inside me was almost too much already, and that didn't come close to the thing standing to attention between his legs.
Master's teeth grazed over the sensitive nub between my legs, drawing another cry of pleasure from me as he forced a third finger into my tight channel.
"That's it, pretty flower. Take my fingers. Fuck yourself on them so we can stretch you out. I'm desperate to have this pussy wrapped around my cock."
Ugh. The dirty talk was going to make me come even more than the evil things he was doing to me.
I lost track of how long Master worked me like that, fucking me with his fingers as his teeth, lips, and tongue cleaned up all the juices he got from me.
And then his large body was hovering over mine, his fingers still planted deep within me.
"You're going to take me now, Jolie. Be a good girl and take your Master's cock."
Before I could form a response, I felt empty as he withdrew his fingers. I watched in rapt fascination as he took the juices he got from me and jacked his cock with it.
My body was a mix of emotions.
Need. Fear. Excitement. Abject terror at having him inside me for my first time.
But more than anything else, I felt like I'd finally reached my pinnacle. As if this was the moment I'd been waiting for my entire life.
Master lifted my ass off the bed and put a pillow under it before he pushed the head of his dick against my entrance.
At first I didn't get what the big deal was about.
And then I really got what the big deal was about.
Holy shit.
It was tight.
It was hot.
It was hard as fuck. And hurt.
Why did people want to do this?
"You're doing so good, pretty flower. Such a good girl. Almost there," he praised me and I immediately got it.
I would do anything, take anything, fuck I'd be anything if he praised me like that. If Master asked it of me, I'd twist myself into a damn pretzel.
It still hurt, but with the way he was looking at me, with the soft, sweet words Master whispered to me I started feeling something else.
The hot pain turned into a warm pleasure.
The tight stretch turned into a delicious burn.
The hard cock turned into sweet, sweet friction, rubbing me in exactly the way I needed.
I chanced a look down to where he was filling me and nearly came undone at the dirty picture we made.
His thick, dark cock splitting me wide open.
Master's large frame dwarfed me, as he wrapped himself around me while he slowly thrust into me with careful, controlled strokes.
His jaw ticked and his body was strung so tight as he tried to stop himself from rutting into me like the beast he was.
And that just wouldn't do.
I didn't want him to be controlled or careful.
I wanted my beast.
"Master," I begged. "Please, harder."
"Jolie," he warned me, holding onto my hips as he slid in and out of me. "You'll take what I give you, and not a thing more."
"Please," I tried again. "It's my first time. I promise next time I'll be your good girl, and won't beg for what I don't deserve. But this one time, fuck me harder. Give me my beast."
And that did it.
I didn't know if it was because I told him he'd taken my virginity, or because I'd asked for the beast, but whatever it was, it worked.
He fucked me. Good and hard.
It truly was like the damn books I'd read.
The pleasure in my body built and built as he rutted into me, his grunts mixing with my cries of pleasure as I used every bit of willpower inside me to keep hold of the damn headboard.
"Yes," I cried. "Yes, I love it. Just like that, Master."
He grunted into my neck, his large snout nudging at the soft skin at my nape.
"That's it. Give me everything."
I was going to come. I knew it like I knew my own name or the colour of my eyes. And I was so lost to my pleasure that I was willing to take any punishment he'd give me.
"You'll take everything, Jolie. You'll take it all," Master growled as he plowed into me. "And in return I'll take you. You're mine now. There's no escaping me anymore."
Yes.
"Master," I whined as he filled me with gobs of hot cum, my own orgasm hovering just out of reach.
He grunted. Humped. And held onto me so tightly I knew I'd have bruises on my hips in the morning.
And then he was breathing into my ear. "Come, Jolie," he ordered right before he bit into the soft skin he'd been warming with his breath.
My world exploded.