Chapter 25 Dahlia #2
He takes off his shirt and unzips his pants in rapid movements. With tattoos on full display and with the mask on, the image paints an unhinged monster who will take whatever he wants from me.
“Look at this pussy glistening wet. Such a good slut.”
“I’m a good girl.”
He thrusts two fingers inside of me, curling them and coaxing so much pleasure and wetness, I am losing my mind by the second.
“Good girls make the best sluts.”
He brings them to his lips and sucks my arousal off his digits, groaning low. His pupils dilate, swallowing the gray before he guides his cock to my pussy. He spears through me, fucking the breath from my lungs and the soul out of my body.
I can’t do anything but take him.
So, I surrender.
Wrapping one hand around my throat, he digs into my thigh with the other as if wanting to leave his prints.
He fucks me like the savage he is, taking everything in me apart and rearranging my insides to his desire.
I cry out so hard my throat dries as he pounds into me with no mercy. It wouldn’t surprise me if we’d break the bed.
“Stay right there.”
Panting and shaking in the wake of his hard fucking, I nod. I don’t think I could move even if I wanted to.
I hear him rummaging in the closet before he returns.
Satin strips hang from his hands. My mind is blank, floating in a cloud of endorphins, not caring what he’ll do next. He fucked me into pure submission.
He wraps them around my ankles and wrists, tying them together. Open. Bound. His to do what he pleases.
Taking a step back, a groan vibrates in his throat. “Fuck, you look spectacular. I thought of adding a blindfold, but I want to see your every expression.”
He rips the mask off. The game ended. No masked man will take my other hole. Only him.
Dropping a bag on the bed, I see my jeweled plug and lube fall onto the bed. I know what will come, and my body constricts in anticipation.
He squats at the foot of the bed, focusing on my exposed core with rapt interest.
Licking around my puckered hole, it offers me so much pleasure I forget what he’s preparing me for.
A thumb quickly replaces his tongue as he rubs along my slit, bottom to top, and circles my clit.
“I need…”
“I know what my girl needs,” he says so confidently as he continues playing with me.
It looks so easy for him to bring me close, to losing my damn mind.
“You’ll come after you take the toy up your ass.” He brings the plug to my pussy that sucks it in eagerly. “Such an eager hole,” he says, amazement echoing in his hoarse voice.
All I care about is coming, but he’s so cruel, delaying my release.
The toy pops out of my pussy with a wet sound, and he pours a generous amount of lube on it and down my ass crack.
He brings it to my other hole and seeks my eyes. “You can do it. Push against it.”
Pure confidence stares back at me, fortifying my belief.
A sheen of sweat covers my forehead, and I pant through my ragged breathing. Inch by inch, the plug conquers my tiny asshole––stretching not only my virgin hole but expanding my universe.
When only the jeweled part remains visible, my head falls back––half in surrender, half in rapture as he caresses along my inner thigh, placing kisses on my pussy and tugging at the toy with his teeth.
It’s the combination that makes me lose it for good. I come for long minutes, shaking like a tree bent by the force of a tornado.
“You did so well. I’m so proud of you.”
He climbs up my torso and kisses me for long minutes. I forget about the discomfort in my ass, that I am bound and at his mercy. His lips single-handedly keep me anchored in this reality.
“How are you holding up?” he asks through a grin filled with gentleness.
“Debating whether I’m still alive.”
He chuckles and enters me at the same time.
I arch up, welcoming the even tighter fit, embracing ecstasy. My world enhances at once. Brighter. Fuller, more vivid as if I can see in 3D.
I close my eyes, breathing through the assault. His cock stretches and fills me beyond my capacity to take, but with the toy, it intensifies the sensation ten times more. Plus, my orgasm made me so sensitive.
I bite into his chest on pure instinct, needing to anchor myself as he groans. I am pretty sure he’s lost in his own pleasure.
“Fuuuck, you feel so good, baby girl.”
I moan my reply as he pushes in and out of me––relentless in his quest to shatter my limits. It doesn’t take me long to come again. Knowing him, it won’t remain at only two orgasms. No, he wants me to black out from too many orgasms, and that’s what I will do.
His features pull taut with a release he tries to control but can’t. And then he erupts inside me, filling me up with his hot essence. The sticky liquid coats my walls, but it’s too much cum ending up flowing out of me.
He shakes his head, brow furrowed. “Fuck, that was not the plan.”
I giggle, so delighted that he loses control when he’s inside me.
Pulling out, more of his cum and my juices leak out, trickling down my plugged ass.
He plays with the toy, pushing his release inside my ass with it, causing a tremor to electrify me.
With minimal recovery time, he’ll fill my other hole soon enough.
He kisses every inch of my body, licks and nibbles my skin as if I am a gourmet meal he enjoys until the last bite––a wizard weaving an inescapable spell on my senses.
I feel him harden between my legs, and once he plucks out the plug, I gulp, having no idea how his cock will fit in.
The head breaches my tiny hole, and a full body jolt travels through me.
“Oh God,” I say, alarm ringing in my tone.
Everything feels intensified––the stretch, the intrusion.
“Tell me where my cock is,” he grits out, tethering on the edge just as much.
“In my tiny asshole,” I breathe out, desire underlying the stuttered moan.
“And what is my cock doing to your little asshole?” he asks, voice tight with barely contained restraint.
A ripple jolts my body that pushes him deeper. “Destroying it.”
He chuckles, slipping further inside of me so agonizingly slow, I embrace the sweet torture. I don’t know if he has taught me to find pleasure in the discomfort, but I crave the small bite of pain.
“Please…”
And then he bottoms out.
My eyes roll back in their sockets, blowing out a long moan ringing of surrender.
“You’re in,” I say, my voice as shaky as my body.
Eyes locked, his burn with a feral passion. “I’m in, and fuck if I want to get out.”
“I need to touch you.”
It’s an emotional moment where he fucked the last of my virginity, and I need to feel connected in every possible way.
He understands my silent plea because instantly, he unwraps the strips.
My arms lock around his neck, and we kiss for long minutes before he takes my ass, slow at first then increasing the rhythm.
The bed rocks just like my insides.
“You feel perfect,” he rasps.
“You do too,” I murmur, closing my eyes to capture the pleasure wracking me while he takes his own from my ass.
I am no longer cognizant, just an overload of sensations trapped in a body. Everything happens in a blur as we chase the pleasure, coming together in pure bliss.
He carries me to the bathroom where he places me in the clawfoot tub. Gently washing me, he worships every inch of my body after he fucked me raw. I’d giggle at the contradiction, but I am too exhausted to.
“I love you, baby girl, so fucking much that it terrifies me.” I hear him whispering in my ear as he brings me back to bed and places me down with the utmost care.
Hard but soft.
Firm but gentle.
It’s only me who knows that behind his icy appearance lies a volcano, brooding hot––for me.
I love him with everything in me.
Crave him with every fiber of my being.
Need him with every beat of my heart.
I want to open my mouth and tell him I feel the same, but darkness envelops me, and I slip into oblivion.