Stella
For someone used to instant gratification, this was horrifying to experience. It was my own fault. I should have gone to the bathroom and taken care of it myself. The evidence would have been washed away.
Now I was trapped here with the consequences.
The constant buzz of the vibrator no longer felt like pleasure. It felt like a threat. I had to focus with everything I had so I wouldn’t come. My muscles clenched helplessly around the toy when my thoughts drifted back to his cock in my mouth earlier. He’d never been that rough with me before.
And I’d loved it.
His cock pressed forward again and this time it forced me wider. I gasped through the gag, ignoring the drool dripping beneath me as a muffled moan escaped. The stretch was bearable, but the sharp sting that followed made my body tense.
Then the dull vibration inside me softened the pain.
Torturous.
I wanted more.
When I tried to push back toward him it was impossible to move against the restraints.
“There you go,” he hummed before easing deeper.
My eyes blinked rapidly as I stared at the loose strands of my red hair hanging toward the wooden floor.
He didn’t rush. Each time he moved a little further inside me, he paused, giving my body time to breathe and adjust.
But I wanted more.
I needed it.
So fucking bad.
I wanted him everywhere.
My body screamed for it and I tried to beg again, but the ring gag reduced everything to helpless sounds.
“Shh,” he murmured, his hand gliding slowly down my inner thigh.
The warmth of his touch made my breath hitch. His fingers trailed higher and I held my breath, expecting him to brush my clit.
He didn’t.
A pathetic whine escaped me instead.
That only made him chuckle softly.
Oh my god.
He was evil.
“Does my naughty princess need her asshole fucked?” he murmured.
Yes, I screamed silently, but only a garbled noise pushed past the gag while more spit slipped from my mouth.
“Okay, baby,” he said, stroking my back.
I felt him shift behind me. For a moment there was only the hum of the vibrator and the pounding of my heart.
Then he drew back.
And plunged into me.
The air burst from my lungs.
Pain flared sharply through my rear and my pussy clenched hard around the vibrator.
But he gave it to me.
The metal frame of the stocks rattled as he began driving in and out of me. My breasts swayed beneath me while the restraints held me helplessly in place.
“Yes,” he hissed. “Such a tight fuckhole.”
His cock burned as it pushed deep before pulling back again. I felt completely open and exposed, but I forced myself to relax.
It worked.
After several thrusts I felt the soft fabric of his trousers brushing against my ass and thighs.
Each dull slap of contact pushed the air from my lungs until I was gasping between the movements.
Then he began slapping my ass.
“You follow my instructions.”
SLAP.
“No venting between us. Some sass is permissible.”
SLAP.
The strikes continued.
I lost count.
Every time I felt myself getting close to coming, he slowed or shifted the rhythm, dragging my focus somewhere else. I was like a junkie chasing the high while he kept moving the finish line.
His hands slid beneath me.
I felt the damp heat of sweat as he cupped my breasts.
His fingers rolled my nipples between them until a helpless whimper escaped me.
My ass burned from the spanking.
That I could handle.
This teasing?
Not so much.
Then he began moving again.
Slowly at first, building the rhythm.
This time there was no pain.
Only pleasure.
I moaned again and again, trying to beg him the only way I could.
He pinched my nipples before soothing the ache with his palms.
“You can come now,” he murmured as his hands slipped away.
I stared down at the growing pool of spit beneath me.
Finally.
The air in the room seemed to vanish.
Only the hum of the vibrator remained.
Then he pulled back, pushed the vibrator fully inside me again, and drove forward.
The stocks rattled as he thrust into me again.
This time there was no teasing.
No slowing.
I drifted into a hazy, dreamlike state.
Aware.
But floating.
All I could feel was him.
He drove harder.
Deeper.
Faster.
Until I flew.
Taking every inch of him again and again.
My body spasmed violently and the vibrator slipped free, falling to the floor with a dull thud.
I couldn’t breathe.
Couldn’t move.
Pleasure tore through me in waves.
“Argh. Fuck, yes, Stella. Own it,” Maddox roared.
Thrust.
“My filthy little cocksleeve.”
Thrust.
“This is what you love.”
Thrust.
His long groan joined my muffled cry as he came.
The movement slowed but didn’t stop as he emptied himself inside me.
Even after.
He was still thick.
Still hard.
Still buried deep inside me.
I hung limp against the stocks.
My head dangling forward.
But even in my exhaustion…
I had never felt more alive.