35. Daisy
35
DAISY
I should not be down here.
But it wasn’t like I could leave.
Or that I even wanted to when I watched him, the low light casting shadows on that muscled chest, muscles flexing as he unfastened his belt then began to stroke his cock.
I even kept it together when he pulled out his dick, salivating silently as that huge hand twisted on the head. But I couldn’t stifle the cry of surprise when he said my name.
He was jacking off while thinking about me. Aaron Richmond wanted me, Dump Truck Daisy. Too bad it wasn’t the start of some fun romantic-comedy roll in the hay.
His face was a shadow of fury as he stood up, fastening his pants then stalking through the cavern and toward me.
I crouched down then screamed when he threw aside the chair I hid behind.
He stared down at me in shock for a moment then snarled when I took off at a sprint for the stairs.
“Don’t think you can fucking run from me, Princess.”
I only made it up two of the narrow metal steps when he grabbed me by the hair and yanked me back.
My white shirt caught on the metal handrail, pulling then tearing with a rip as he tugged me backward.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Aaron!” I screamed as he dragged me across the floor. My foot caught on the rug, and I lost my shoe.
“You’re going to be fucking sorry, Princess, you spoiled fucking little girl. The entitlement is disgusting. You poke your nose where you don’t belong. You don’t have any right to be down here.”
“I didn’t know! I didn’t know!” I gasped. “I was just exploring. I’ll leave. You’ll never have to see me again,” I babbled as he slammed me up against the rough stone wall next to a large black pipe that disappeared into the darkness above.
My feet kicked, sending the other shoe sailing as I struggled.
“Let me down, Aaron. Please.”
Chains rattled.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he said harshly as cold metal brushed my cheek. “You always pushed, pushed, pushed, wanting to get a reaction out of me, wanting to make me lose it, show all your spoiled upper-class friends that I didn’t belong there, that I was too dangerous to be in your privileged little world.”
“No, I—that’s not—”
A metal cuff snapped around my wrist. I struggled, twisting, but the other cuff snapped on too.
“You can’t do this,” I said as I pulled against the chains that were attached to the pipe.
Aaron stepped back, his eyes cold and dangerous as he surveyed me—my hands chained above me, the balls of my feet scraping on the rough stone floor.
“You’re twisted and sick,” I shot at him as I struggled.
“Heard that from you before, Princess. Got any other insults?”
“Who has chains in the basement?” I demanded. “Is this some sort of kink thing for you? Is this why all the women you date break up with you? This wasn’t in the contract.”
“I never chain women up in my basement, Coleman.” The deep voice ricocheted around the cavern.
“Liar.”
“You’re my first,” he crooned, his fingers trailing through the tendrils of hair around my face.
I closed my eyes.
He cupped my face, then his fingers pulled at the scrunchie and let my hair fall around my shoulders. He ran his hands through it, gripping my jaw, holding me still as he leaned in, our noses bumping together.
“Then why do you have these chains here?” I whispered against his skin.
“Because, Princess,” he breathed against my mouth, “I put them here for you.”
Aaron crushed his mouth to mine.
“I have been...” The kisses were hot on my mouth, my chin, my cheeks. “I have been obsessed with you, ever since I first saw you, the perfect princess in her tower. But I didn’t want to rescue you. I wanted to destroy you. I wanted to own you.” He kissed my mouth, tongue warring with mine like he wanted to consume me.
“And now…” The green eyes bored into mine. “I have you. You’re mine forever.”
“You can’t,” I whimpered, as his hands slid down my neck to rest on my tits high on my chest from the angle of my arms.
“What, chain my wife up in a secret basement room that no one in this city knows about except for you and me?” He chuckled darkly and squeezed my tits, making me arch up against his touch.
“I think I already have, Princess.”
The thin material of my shirt ripped easily. My tits rose and fell as I panted.
He cupped my breasts under the bra as he kissed me, his teeth nipping my lips until I was breathless and half collapsed against him.
“Don’t struggle,” he warned when he stepped back, the chains clinking softly. “I had to chain you up that high, keep you at perfect fucking height.”
My panties immediately went wet at the thought of that huge cock tearing into me while I struggled and begged and pleaded.
He was back on my tits, mouthing them, playing with them as he pulled at the lacy bra until it ripped, my breasts spilling out.
I yelped, twisting in the cuffs, then moaned as he took one of my breasts in his mouth. His tongue and lips flew into a frenzy on my tits, sucking and biting as his hands were all over me—stroking my back, tugging my hair, between my legs.
Every part of me was going to belong to him whether I wanted it or not.
And sue me for reading too much nineties dark fantasy, but I wanted him. I wanted the predator. I wanted the dark prince of the underworld with the sadistic edge to his love.
“You ready for this?” he whispered between the kisses. “Or do you want your fairy-tale prince to come slay the monster and rescue you?”
“I read gothic adult woman novels, not fairy tales. I don’t need to be rescued. In fact, I like you like this. Prefer it, even. Yesterday was boring, practically put me to sleep, and I thought, ‘My god, no wonder women ghost him. For such a pretty face, he’s so disappointing in bed.’”
Aaron snarled at me.
I blew him a kiss.
“But if you want to chicken out, I’m not surprised. Me? I’m ready for you to finally man up and fuck me. But I’m prepared to be disappointed. I know you’re a scaredy-cat, Mr. Richmond ,” I purred, then cried out when he slapped my tits.
“Do not call me that,” he ordered. He kissed me hard, his fingers tight in my hair, the other hand pressing hard between my legs.
I gasped for breath when he yanked my head back.
“All I want to hear from you is how much you want to feel a cock for the first time.”
I gulped. “You really going to take me here like this?”
His hand slipped down under my shorts, into my panties, stroking the hard nub.
“I have an innocent little virgin all to myself, mine to do with what I will. And she’s already nice and wet for me. She’s scared and trembling, but she still wants me in her pussy. She just doesn’t know how much my cock is going to fuck her up yet.”
My heart yammered in my chest. My pussy ached for his cock.
“Are you going to make sure I’m ready for you?” I whimpered.
The button on my shorts popped off and pinged on the floor.
“It won’t matter. You’re not going to be ready.”
The jean fabric scraped against my skin as he slid it down.
“You’re going to feel every thick inch. You’re going to beg me to stop, that you can’t take it, but you will.” He kicked aside my shorts when they fell to the ground. “You’re going to feel me in you, claiming you, making you mine. You’ll take all of it, and you’ll like it, then you’ll beg me for more as you feel cum dripping out of you for the first time in your life.”
My head tipped back when he stroked me through the lacy panties.
“I can’t wait to hear you scream when I bury my cock in you.” He kissed me softly then slapped my ass through the panties and squeezed hard.
I struggled as he pushed the lacy panties to the side; my hip banged against the pipe I was chained to.
“What about the contract?” I gasped as he ran his hands down the length of my body, like I was a prized piece of artwork he’d spent years hunting down. “Don’t I have to sign something?”
“Contract?” The deep voice laughed as he grabbed me, swinging me like I was on a maypole.
My chin hit the pipe. My back arched. I was up on my toes as he knelt behind me and spread my ass. Aaron hooked his thumb in the scrap of lace and pulled it against my clit.
“You’re the one chained up in my basement. What do you think?” he said against my neck. Then he buried his face in my ass.
My cries echoed around the dim room as he ate me out, his tongue everywhere, his fingers digging into my ass and holding me still as he spread my pussy, giving him access to all of me.
I whimpered when he stopped long enough to rip my panties so he could lick my pussy through the tear, which went all the way to the waistband.
Now he had me mewling and panting as he licked me. I fought against the chains, longing to touch him. That tongue dipped inside me then moved up to my clit, sucking and rolling it. All I could do was moan. He moved up higher, pumping two fingers in me as he literally ate my ass. Feeling his tongue there where his cock would be while his fingers fucked me was a mindfuck.
“Make me come, Aaron!” I begged.
He gave me one long, slow lick then stood up, while my juices dripped down my thighs, soaking the scraps of white lace, leaving me aching for him, needing the release.
“Shit!” I gasped, leaning against the pipe while my pussy throbbed between my legs, every movement agony.
“You ever come before, Princess?” he said from behind me.
The soft sound of his pants falling to the floor.
I shook my head. My hair was plastered to my face.
I’d never so much as touched myself, because no matter what I did, my thoughts always went to Aaron, and I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.
“She’s a good little virgin. You were saving all of you for me, weren’t you?” He nipped my earlobe then ground that huge cock against me.
I moaned, needing… something.
His fingers twisted on my clit.
“I want your cock,” I cried out.
“You’re some scared virgin. You don’t even know what that means, Princess.”
“I want you to be my first. I want to feel your cum in me.” My hips rocked back against his hand.
“Where?”
I whimpered as he dipped two fingers in my pussy.
“Here?”
I moaned. He added another finger and curled all three of them in me.
“You want my cum here?”
I couldn’t speak, could only shake my head, making the chains rattle.
Then his slick finger slid up my pussy, higher.
“Here?”
I whimpered as he stroked my hole but didn’t penetrate it.
“That where you want my cum?” He pressed a kiss to my shoulder blade.
I was dripping all over his hand, my pussy heavy and hot and aching in anticipation.
“You have no idea…” His voice was hoarse as his wet fingers stroked my asshole then back down. “How much I wanted to fuck you all these years. How I lay awake in the dark, fantasizing about stealing into your bedroom, tying you up with those shitty lace bed curtains and impaling you on my cock, listening to your muffled screams while I fucked you until you broke.”
He stroked my pussy hard. Again, I arched my back.
“This isn’t going to be fast at all. I’m going to fuck you ’til you’re raw and leaking cum all over the floor, then I’ll fuck you again. And you’ll beg for it every time.”
I spread my legs as much as I could while he positioned himself behind me, teasing my pussy with that huge cock. His hands cupped my tits, and his fingers pinched and twisted my nipples as he ground his dick against my pussy lips.
Aaron reached up and stuck two fingers in my mouth. I sucked on them as he played in my cunt.
“You scared, Princess?” His deep voice rumbled around the cavern. “You scared to have a cock in you?”
I moaned around his fingers. I was hella nervous, the anticipation of it, of him, adding to the perverse arousal of being chained up by none other than Aaron Richmond. My obsession.
“Tell me.” His fingers slid out of my mouth, and he ground against me. “ Tell me .”
“I’m scared,” I cried out, getting into the role-play. “I’m really freaked out. You’re going to be so big. I don’t know if I can take it.”
He feathered little kisses on my shoulder, caressed my tits.
“You want me to go slow for your first time, make love to you?”
My head dropped forward as he spread my aching slit.
“Please, Aaron. I’m an innocent little virgin,” I mewled. “I’ve never had a man take me before. I want to feel your cum in my ass.” I rocked back against him. “I do, but I need you to take care of me. Be gentle with me. I need you to make me come.”
“I love hearing you beg, Princess. There’s just one problem. I don’t care. I don’t want to make love to you.” His deep voice dropped lower. “I want to destroy you.”
Then he penetrated me.
I screamed as his cock claimed my aching pussy.
“I love the sound you make impaled on my cock,” he growled as he pushed in me another inch.
I cried, pleading as he entered me. He was huge and thick in my pussy, filling me, stretching me.
“I can’t,” I whimpered as I fought that huge length in me, the chains and strong hands holding me in place.
He grabbed my thighs, forcing my legs wider apart, still sliding in me with that thick, unrelenting length.
Pussy aching, I let out a cry as he continued to fill me.
“Your cunt can barely take me. God, your ass is going to be so tight when you take my cock,” he groaned.
I wanted to claw at him, but all I could do was yank helplessly against the chains as he slid another inch inside me.
“Take it,” he snarled. “Take all of me. You can do it. Your little cunt belongs to me.”
I struggled, overwhelmed by him, but he held me, keeping me spread for him as he forced my tight pussy to take the next inch, while I let out high-pitched gasps.
“You like that? You like getting your tight little virgin pussy fucked?”
Finally, I let out a loud moan as he pushed in all the way, his balls pressing up against me and his body vibrating.
“Fuck, you took all of me, Princess. Who’s my good little virgin?”
I moaned from deep within me.
He tipped my head back to give me a long, deep kiss, every motion making my pussy roll against the thick, hard cock inside of me.
“Tell me how much you like having a cock in you.”
“I can’t,” I whimpered.
He pulled out part way then slammed in me, making me jerk.
“Tell me.”
“You feel so big in my pussy, Aaron. I can’t take you. Please .”
He gave me a hard kiss.
“Oh my god,” I whimpered as he snapped his hips into me again. “You’re so big. You’re too big.”
Even as I said it, my pussy clenched around him, molded to him. The pain and tightness started to subside, leaving me with an aching, ugly need.
“You can take me, Princess.”
He withdrew slowly, excruciatingly slowly, as I pleaded with him to make me feel good. My scream of pleasure reverberated when he thrust again, burying himself in me.
“That feels soooo good, Aaron,” I moaned as he pulled out again.
“That’s the problem with virgins,” he whispered against my neck as I shuddered, my pussy taking that huge cock again. “They turn into sluts so quickly.”
Then he was really fucking me, jackhammering into me, rocking his hips as his balls smacked me noisily, that huge cock pumping in my cunt.
My toes dug for purchase as he hammered in me, powerful thighs forcing that thick cock inside me. He rammed my pussy while I begged him to fuck me, fuck me please, to make me come.
“You want to come?” He grunted as he fucked me like he was going to split me in half. “You want to come on my cock?”
“I’m a slut for your cock, Aaron,” I panted, pussy flexing around him as he pumped into me. “Don’t you feel how wet I am for you?”
He withdrew while I mewled. Then he grabbed my neck and turned my head to kiss me.
“Your pussy’s nice and wet, but I want to fuck your ass. Hard.” He slapped it.
Eyes glazed, I watched him over my shoulder as he walked to one of the cabinets. His cock jutted out in front of him, thick and stiff, glistening from being in my pussy. He returned with a glass vial in his hand.
The cap of the bottle of oil bounced off the floor and rolled. Then oil-slicked fingers were spreading me, pushing against my ass, poking my tight little hole.
I moaned. “Please. I can’t take you.”
He kissed my neck.
“You’re so big.”
He hummed against my neck. “And you’re going to feel every inch of it.” His hands slid possessively down the length of my body and rested on my ass.
I wiggled against him as his slick fingers penetrated me.
“Can’t,” I murmured as he stroked me. “It’s too much.”
I moaned, my whole body rippling as he added another finger.
“I can’t take your cock,” I gasped as a third finger entered me, stretching me.
“But you did so well taking me in your pussy.” He cupped my breast and pinched the nipple. “You’re going to be so tight when you take my cock.” His fingers curled then withdrew, making me shudder.
“Oh, Aaron,” I cried out when the tip of his huge cock pressed against me. One hand held me in place for him. I couldn’t wiggle away
“You could practically make me come with the noises you make, Princess.”
Then that slick cock penetrated my ass. If I thought he felt huge in my pussy, I almost passed out as the girth of his cock claimed my ass. I arched against him, moaning like an animal as he slid that thick cock in my oil-slick ass, my body pulsing around him, his huge hand in my hair, the other bruising my hip as he held me in place.
I cried out as he pushed in me another few inches.
“I love that sound.” He kissed my neck. “It’s going to feel so good, Princess. You virgins are so fucking tight.”
I sobbed as he slid another couple of inches in me. When his balls, still wet from my pussy, nestled against my ass, I knew I’d taken all of him, every thick inch.
His rough hands pawed at my tits, kneading them, teasing them as he bucked against me, making sure I felt that thick cock inside me, filling me, stretching me, forcing me to yield to him.
“Please, Aaron.” My head lolled forward as he slid out of me. I arched my back as he gave me another thrust.
“So tight,” he murmured. Then he slammed that huge cock in me again while I just had to take him.
“Bet you never thought you were going to have a cock up that tight little asshole when you snuck in here, did you, Princess?” He jerked in me again.
I whimpered, barely able to breathe as he stilled in me, keeping me on the edge of pleasure.
“She likes it now.” He stroked my slit briefly then hissed when my whole body rippled against him. “Don’t lie to me, Princess. You like a cock up your ass, don’t you?”
He withdrew a little then slid in, burying his balls against me.
My breath caught. “You feel so good, Aaron. Your cock feels so good in my ass. Oh, you’re so big in me.”
“Tell me what you want.”
“Your cum,” I moaned. “I want your cum.”
He pulled out then slammed into me hard, making me scream in pleasure.
“That’s what I like to hear.” He grabbed my hips, holding me up so he could jackhammer in me, claiming my ass.
All I could do was moan and beg as that huge cock took me while he grunted and cursed in my ear, calling me a slut, telling me he’d take my ass all night, that he’d never felt anything this tight around his cock, that he was going to fill me up with his hot cum.
I practically cried when he pulled out of me.
“I want to watch.” He grabbed my hips, spun me around, and forced my thighs apart. “I want to watch you the first time you come.”
I had been half-gone as soon as he chained me up on the pipe.
Now, watching him as he claimed me, his jaw taut, the tendons sharp on his neck as he fucked my pussy, his cock rubbing against my aching, needy clit? My wild cries echoed as the rush of the most intense pleasure I’d ever felt in my life crashed into me in waves. Aaron’s cock pumped inside me as I gushed my orgasm all over him.
“You even sound like a little virgin when you come, Princess.”
But he didn’t.
He fucked my pussy wildly, with that unrelenting pace that was sending me closer to that edge of pleasure again, grabbing my aching hips as he buried himself in me over and over again. My tits bounced on my chest as he fucked me back against the pipe.
Right when I was sure he had to come because no man could last that long, surely, he hoisted me higher, pulled out, and then slid his cock into my ass while I bucked at the chains, and he resumed the unrelenting pace.
“You gonna be my little sex doll, Princess?” he grunted as he fucked me, used me.
I could barely catch my breath enough to cry out as that huge cock claimed me.
“Tell me.” He thrust in me hard, making me see stars.
“I’m your little cum slut, Aaron.”
“Yeah, you are.” He gave three more powerful thrusts.
I felt myself crest over the edge, screaming his name. Then he was cursing, his cum shooting in me, hot and thick, while I cried for him to fill me.
The cuffs dug into my wrists as Aaron rested his head against me and kissed me hard. He was still buried in me.
“That’s my good little virgin, taking all my cum.”
My legs trembled as he slid out of me.
“Did you like it?” The words were hot as he kissed me. “Do you like cum in you?”
It dripped out of me, running down my legs.
My chin rested on my chest; my legs couldn’t hold me up.
“You’re even better than I imagined, chained up like this, my cum leaking out of you.” His eyes ran over me as he fisted his cock slowly.
Somehow he was already hard again.
He reached out; the chains clinked. Something gave, then I was able to lower my arms. I panted as I collapsed gratefully to my knees, though my hands were still chained to the pipe above my head, my bound arms squeezing my tits.
Aaron was in front of me, that thick cock jutting out as he pumped it lazily.
“Can’t decide if I want to come all over those porn-star tits or in you again.”
My tongue flicked out hesitantly.
He hissed. My teeth bumped my lip as he gave me another hard kiss. Then his mouth went after my tits, scraping my nipples like I was just a little sex toy for him while his hand worked between my splayed legs, my swollen clit hard under his fingers ’til, too soon, I was crying out against his mouth as he milked the pleasure.
Another possessive kiss.
“Not my little virgin anymore, are you?”
“I can’t believe you made me come,” I whimpered.
“You don’t know what you do to me,” he snarled as he nipped my mouth.
Using my ripped shirt, he wiped off his cock. Throwing the shirt away, he went back to the cabinet.
“Did you like that?” I shot at him, not sure if I was baiting him to make him angry or to make him give me that mind-numbing pleasure again. “Did you like fucking your very own virgin that you locked up?”
My eyes flicked to his cock, hard and thick, jutting out in front of him.
“My dick turned you into a mouthy little slut, didn’t it?”
“You get off on having innocent virgin girls chained up as your little sex slaves.”
The green eyes were heavy lidded, almost black in the low light.
I was playing with fire, baiting a predator. In the postorgasm haze, I felt like a million bucks.
Aaron reached out. I half expected him to slap me. Instead, he grabbed my jaw and kissed me, our noses banging together.
“You’re right, Princess,” he breathed. “I do like having some innocent little girl tied up in my basement. You’re better than I ever imagined.”
Something hard and metal was slid between the ripped panties and rested against my clit.
It wasn’t until I was practically coming that I realized—a vibrator.
“Can’t get it up?” I gritted out around the moans as my hips betrayed me, rocking against the little vibrator in my panties.
He grabbed my hair, pushing me forward. The chains rattled as they caught me before I could crash face-first to the floor.
“Does this feel like,” he asked, spreading me, “that I can’t get it up?”
He wasn’t even pretending to have me get used to him. He slid into my ass, all the way to the hilt. I groaned as I took every thick inch of him at once.
I clung onto the chains for dear life as he rutted in me, his thick cock penetrating deep inside me, the vibrator in my panties sending waves of pleasure through my abused clit as I came and came on him.
I moaned as he used me, begging him to give me his cock, give me his cum. Finally, he thrust in me hard, his balls exploding in my ass, and let me collapse in a shuddering mess on the floor.
I whimpered softly as he hooked his fingers in the lacy cum-soaked panties and slid them slowly down my legs.
I tried to fight him as he stuffed the soaking wet scraps of lace in my mouth.
“I want you to taste me, Princess,” he crooned. “Now show me your cunt.” He stood up. “Let me see it.”
Knees trembling, I half turned over on my knees, ass in the air for him.
The flat of his hand connected with my bare ass, making me squeak. “When I say show me your cunt, you do it.”
If I didn’t have the panties in my mouth, salty with the taste of his cum, I’d have made a crack at him for needing the sex toy.
As if he was reading my mind, he said smoothly, “I don’t want to have to worry about making you come when I’m fucking your ass, Princess.”
I jumped at the dull thud as the cabinet door closed.
“And I like feeling you cum when I’m fucking you. It’s like”—he gestured, and the thing in his hand glinted—“well, it’s like having my own living, breathing little sex doll. Here completely for my pleasure.”
I whimpered.
“Don’t fight this,” he warned as I jerked when the cold metal pressed against my pussy opening.
I moaned as the huge dildo filled me.
I spat the panties out.
“Not man enough to fuck me yourself?” I rasped, trying to ignore my needy craving. Then I practically came all over him when he flicked a switch and the damn thing stared vibrating.
He picked up the panties, swiping them in the cum and juice coating my vibrating pussy, then stuffed them back in my mouth.
“I’m going to have a drink first.”
Wood scraped as he turned a chair around. Scotch splashed in a glass. He sipped it while I moaned, the toy sending electric thrills through me.
“I want you to put on a show for me,” he purred.
I choked on the panties as pleasure radiated from deep in me.
“I’ll let you free if you make yourself come.”
I bit down on the lace.
Aaron sipped the scotch. “Such a spoiled little princess. Wants to lay on her mound of pillows while someone else does all the work.” He gestured with the glass. “Go on, Coleman. I want to watch you come. Don’t fake it either. I know when you’re lying.”
My hips jerked, and the huge toy moved in my pussy.
I sobbed as the toy vibrated in me. I needed him to fuck me. I couldn’t come like this.
He hummed his displeasure at my pleading look.
“I’m going to leave you down here until you do it.”
Releasing a muffled cry, I spread my legs and rocked my hips, panting through my nose, trying to concentrate.
Aaron poured more scotch into his glass.
I closed my eyes, trying to remember what it had felt like to feel cum filling me for the first time.
“Open your eyes,” Aaron ordered.
I gave him a glazed look.
“Watch me while you do it.” He sipped the scotch, leaning back in the chair while I locked eyes with him, lips parted, straining against the chains as my hips bucked like a cat in heat, my pussy clenching around the vibrator that thrummed pleasure deep inside me.
I finally felt my body start to tighten. Aaron watched, his green eyes glittering like jewels in a dragon’s hoard, his pupils pinpricks as he watched me futilely seek an orgasm.
“There you go, Princess. That’s my good girl,” Aaron murmured as I widened my hips, rolling my back like I was sinking on a cock
My hips moved faster, and I could feel myself cresting, the panties muffling my cry as I came. The orgasm wasn’t enough, though.
As I mewled for his cock, Aaron set the half-empty scotch glass down and stalked over to me.
“You want my cock, Princess?”
I moaned, my head dropping as he pulled the dildo out then slammed it back in me.
I shuddered. I needed him in me.
“I’m going to give it to you.” The metal of a belt buckle clinked. “Spread your legs.”
Knees stinging, I tried to widen them.
I screamed when the leather belt came down hard on my ass.
“I said spread them, Princess. I’m not done fucking you.”
Whimpering, I widened my legs, offering myself up to him.
“You know I love taking your ass,” he said as he fastened the belt around my waist. Then he pulled me backward and impaled me on his cock.
I moaned as he buried himself in my ass again.
I didn’t think I could hold both the huge dildo filling my pussy and his huge cock in my ass. I couldn’t take those two thick lengths in me; the pleasure threatened to burst out of me.
Aaron fucked me long and slow, yanking my hips with the belt at every thrust, making me feel every inch of him and the dildo that moved in me. My body arched every time he buried his cock in my ass. I knew I would soon be filled up with his cum.
Not soon enough.
The thought of him spilling in me was enough to send me over the edge with a muffled scream, the vibrating toy drawing out the pleasure as Aaron continued those long purposeful thrusts, stealing his pleasure from me, his ass mine to take his cum.
That goddamn vibrator was doing its work, as I felt my self cresting another wave, unable to stop from drowning in the waves of pleasure as he took me.
“That’s my good girl. Oh, I ruined, you didn’t I?” his deep voice chanted as he fucked me. “I ruined your pussy and your ass. You’re a goddamn little slut for me, aren’t you, Princess?”
How could he still not come?
I whimpered as he shifted his angle, leaning over me, grabbing my tits, and increasing the pace as he furiously took me from behind.
“You’re mine, Coleman.” His teeth sank into my shoulder as he rutted into me. “You feel that?” He jerked in me, filling me to the hilt as I groaned.
“Your ass, your pussy, those goddamn porn-star tits—all of you is mine. I will never let another man touch you. You belong to me.”
Suddenly he was coming in me, filling me to the brim with hot cum as another orgasm wracked me, wringing every last ounce of pleasure out of me.
He held me up by the belt at my hips as he spasmed, jerking every last drop of hot cum in me.
When he finally pulled out, I collapsed in a heap on the floor, the cum dripping hot on my thighs.
The belt buckle scraped against the stone.
He pulled the panties out of my mouth, lightly tapped my ass with the unfastened belt, then kissed me.
“You like the taste of my cum, didn’t you?” he murmured against my lips.
He swaggered away from me, like he’d just finished having a massage or something. Meanwhile, I felt like I’d just run a marathon.
Aaron picked up the glass and drained the rest of the scotch.
Like he didn’t just give me the mother of all first times.
He had, in fact, ruined me for other men. No other man would ever fuck with this type of need, this type of obsession.
I watched him, mesmerized by his body. The body that had just claimed me, that had been inside of me.
He walked like a panther, a creature of the night, to the spiral staircase.
“Wait…” I pulled at the chains. “You’re leaving me down here?” I whimpered.
Aaron looked down at me, impassive, from the stairs.
“I’m not done with you yet.”
Then the lights went out.