Chapter 3 Needy Woman #3
“Oh Goddd!” Sophia cried out, her chest burning as relief and tension crashed through her at the same time.
He moved slowly at first, then with deliberate intensity, alternating between teasing and deep, consuming attention.
Every few seconds, he would pause, only to continue again, making it impossible for her to steady her breathing.
“Hah… ahh… ahhh…” Her body arched helplessly, trapped beneath his control.
He didn’t rush. He took his time, letting the sensation build higher and higher. His movements were precise, unrelenting, pushing her further until she could no longer hold back.
A broken cry escaped her as the overwhelming pleasure swept through her body. She trembled violently, completely undone.
Even then, he didn’t stop. He continued, drawing out every last reaction, until her body went weak and breathless beneath him.
“Oh…” Sophia trembled violently, her bound hands pressing helplessly against the mirror behind her.
She couldn’t move, couldn’t escape, and he took full advantage of it.
Within minutes, her body began to shake all over again.
Her legs tried to close on instinct, but he caught them firmly and pushed them wider, holding her open as his mouth returned to its steady, consuming rhythm.
Even when he paused for breath, he didn’t truly stop.
His own body was tense, his desire obvious, but he ignored it. Instead, one hand slid down to himself, stroking slowly, controlled, refusing to let himself finish. He didn’t want release—not yet. Not when he could feel her reacting to him like this.
He had never experienced pleasure like this before—watching her unravel beneath him, tasting her, feeling her lose control. It was intoxicating.
Sophia tried to shift away when the sensation became too overwhelming, but he held her firmly in place and intensified his movements.
“Hahhh…” Another broken cry tore from her throat as her body shook again, completely undone.
Only then did he release her legs.
Her body sagged backward against the mirror in weak relief, breathless and trembling. But when she looked at him, she saw it clearly—he wasn’t finished. The dark hunger in his eyes told her he wanted more.
She had barely caught her breath when he gripped her hips and pulled her down toward him. His arousal was obvious, rigid and waiting.
His hand slid between them, guiding himself, aligning slowly. He pressed forward, entering her inch by inch.
Sophia gasped, her body trembling at the stretch, at the intensity of him.
Then, without warning, he drove into her fully, hard and deep, making her cry out as the impact sent another wave of sensation crashing through her.
But he was already moving again, driving into her with steady, forceful rhythm. He pulled back only to push forward again, setting a fast, rough pace.
Sophia trembled in his arms, and he felt every reaction. His lips brushed her skin briefly before he focused entirely on his movements, thrusting forward and pulling back in powerful strokes.
Her body fell against him, her hands still bound behind her back as she leaned forward to press her face into his neck. He held her firmly, keeping her secure as he moved in and out of her with rough, urgent intensity.
“Mhmm… hahhh… ahhh…” Her legs wrapped tightly around his hips, clinging to him as sensation built rapidly inside her.
She was already trembling at the edge. The heat burning through her made it impossible to control herself. Within moments, the pleasure overwhelmed her, crashing through her body. She shivered violently, unable to hold back.
“Fuck…!” Magnus felt her reaction and it only drove him harder. The way she trembled and cried out his name made his desire intensify even more. Every sound she made pushed him further, made him move deeper, stronger.
She tried to steady herself, to quiet her voice, but he made it impossible.
“AHH!” Her cries echoed through the empty house, raw and uncontrolled.
Magnus was still unsatisfied.
He pulled her down until her feet touched the ground, then gripped her hips and turned her around roughly. Her hands were still tied behind her back with the belt.
Sophia lifted her head and saw their reflection in the mirror.
Her face was flushed deep red, lips swollen, chest rising and falling quickly.
Behind her, Magnus stared at her shamelessly, his eyes dark and hungry.
Her chest pressed against the cold marble counter, the chill contrasting sharply with the heat burning through her body.
He studied every inch of her in the mirror, clearly pleased by the sight.
Then his hand came down hard against her hip.
“Ah!” Sophia cried out, her body jolting forward, but he only tightened his grip and thrust into her again.
The force of it stole her breath. He used her cries as encouragement, moving with stronger, more relentless strokes.
His movements became deeper, more powerful, his low groans echoing in the empty room.
The tension between them built rapidly until it snapped.
“M-Magnus…” Her entire body trembled, shaking with need, but he gave her no mercy. His low groans filled the empty room, mingling with her cries, until the moment both of them came together.
Their bodies quaked, her juices spilling down her thighs, her breaths ragged and shallow. Magnus, however, showed no signs of slowing, his control unwavering as he held her close.
“Hahhhhh!” Their voices filled the bathroom at the same moment, breathless and uncontrolled. He held her tightly as the wave passed through both of them, their bodies shaking together.
Sophia’s legs felt weak beneath her. She was breathing hard, trembling, yet the fire inside her hadn’t completely faded. Even after release, Sophia’s body was still on fire, aching and burning with desire. Her muscles trembled, yet the need for more lingered in her gaze.
As if he could read it in her eyes, Magnus slid one hand up from behind and gripped her jaw, lifting her face slightly so she had to look at him through the mirror. He lowered his head near her shoulder and growled softly,
“You want more?”
Sophia’s body trembled again, but no words came out.
His expression darkened with impatience. He bit down lightly on her shoulder while his other hand struck her hip once more, watching the mark bloom against her flushed skin.
“Answer me,” he said, his voice harder now. “If you don’t, I’m stopping right here.”
The warning in his tone was clear.
Sophia clenched her jaw as she stared at him through the mirror.
That damn man was taking advantage of her weakness, of the way she was begging for him. He was enjoying every second of her vulnerable state, making her submissive to him.
But she had no strength left to fight him.
When he gripped her tighter and demanded an answer, her throat felt dry. She could barely breathe. She gave a small, silent nod.
Magnus’s expression darkened.
His hand came down sharply against her hip again, then the other one, back and forth, rough and possessive. He gripped her jaw tighter, shaking her face slightly.
“Answer me properly,” he demanded.
Tears filled Sophia’s eyes. Her body shook as she finally forced the words out in a trembling voice.
“I want more… I want you to give me more…”
A slow, satisfied smile appeared on his face.
He released her jaw, but his hand didn’t leave her body. Instead, it slid down from her hip, lower. She gasped when she felt his fingers replace what she had expected. Without hesitation, he pushed them inside her.
It was rough. Constant. He didn’t slow down.
His fingers moved in and out with harsh, rough rhythm. Sophia cried out, her knees buckling as the sensation overwhelmed her.
“Mhmmm… oh… oh God…” She almost collapsed, but Magnus caught her by the waist, holding her upright against the counter.
Her body leaned forward, barely able to support itself. She had no strength left. Tears slipped down her cheeks as she trembled uncontrollably.
Magnus placed his arm across her lower back to keep her steady. Then his fingers drove into her again, harder this time, more demanding. He watched in the mirror as her hips arched helplessly in response.
He was shaking too, his breathing uneven as he stared at the flushed skin of her hips, the marks he had left behind. The sight only made him hungrier.
Sophia cried out again, her fingers curling desperately against the counter as she tried to hold on to something—anything.
He gave her no time to recover.
His hand continued its relentless rhythm, pushing her closer and closer to the edge once more, refusing to let her escape the intensity he was building inside her.
Then, without warning, he withdrew his fingers and replaced them with himself, pushing inside her in one deep, powerful thrust.
Sophia cried out loudly.
Magnus caught her wrists and pulled her upright. His other hand found her face, tilting it so his lips could trail down her neck. He kissed, licked, and nipped along her delicate skin, starting from her ear and sliding over her collarbone, each movement making her gasp uncontrollably.
“Ah… Ahhh… Ah…” Her feet barely stayed flat on the floor. With every hard thrust, she lifted onto her toes, her body jolting forward. It was raw, messy, completely controlled by him. He didn’t let her take the lead even once.
He slammed into her with brutal intensity, driving her breathless, his movements relentless. Then, his fingers slid down between her thighs, flicking her swollen nub.
The dual sensation sent a sharp gasp spilling from Sophia’s lips, her body tightening as another powerful wave of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her trembling beneath him.
Sophia cried out as she released herself onto his hard shaft, but Magnus wasn’t close to stopping. He thrust into her again and again, each movement rough, making her body shake and tremble with need. Within seconds, she found herself reaching another edge.
This time, he followed shortly after, his movements slowing as he finished. For a moment, they both stood there breathing heavily.
When her legs weakened completely, Magnus caught her before she could fall. He lifted her into his arms and carried her out of the bathroom.
He laid her carefully on the bed. Her body was trembling, completely drained. She leaned forward weakly, resting against him. Magnus gently untied the belt from her wrists, noticing the red marks it had left. He tossed it aside and adjusted her on the bed so she could lie down properly.
She trembled, her body spent from coming over and over, but it still wasn’t enough. Her muscles shook uncontrollably as Magnus climbed over her again, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss.
This time, his touch was gentle, careful, almost tender as he lowered himself over her.
Then, he slid down between her legs, his tongue finding her once more.
He teased and tormented her with relentless precision, making her whimper and writhe beneath him.
Hours seemed to stretch as he drew out her pleasure, until finally, desperate and trembling, she clung to him like a needy woman, silently begging for his shaft.