Chapter 13 Lucky Thirteen #3
Gripping her hips, I throw my head back and let out an animal roar as I slam into her a final time.
I grind deep into her clenched ass hole, my hips jerking forward, giving her all of me as she loses control with me.
My cock throbs so hard blackness threatens at the corner of my eye as I cum, flooding her with my seed before I remember I want to put it in her belly.
Her ass squeezes around me so tight I see stars as I keep coming for what seems like minutes on end.
At last, she goes limp under me, a sheen of sweat glistening all over her body.
“Fuck, Doll,” I mutter, dragging my cock slowly from the death grip of her stretched out, red hole. Cum dribbles from her, and I sway on my knees at the sight. The only thing better would be the sight of my cum dripping from her cunt at the same time.
“That was fucking insane,” I say, sliding a finger into her glistening cunt like I own it. I do own it. It pulses around my finger with her aftershocks as if to confirm my thoughts.
I already want to fuck her again, but until I’m ready, I pick up the knife again.
“Oh my god, please,” she whimpers, her body quaking with terror. “I thought you were done with that.”
“I say when I’m done.”
I skim the knife back and forth across the fat little cushion of her cunt, smooth and bare, just the way I like it.
Her thigh muscles spasm as she clenches, but she can’t bring her knees together.
She’s open for me, mine at last, to use in whatever ways I want.
I move the sharp edge of the blade to her pussy lips, and she gasps, freezing in place, not even breathing.
I press hard enough to pull her open, revealing the swollen, rosebud pink flesh inside her slit.
I trace the tip of the knife ever so faintly around her clit.
“Please,” she begs. “Please don’t hurt me. I’ll do whatever you want. Just don’t cut me.”
“You beg like such a good little girl,” I say. “But your cunt’s dripping like a dirty slut. I think you enjoyed that punishment a little too much, my darling Doll.”
I drop the knife, kneeling up to slide my belt from the pants still around my hips but undone and hanging open. She’s panting and gasping, writhing before me. As I kneel over her, I feel a swell of power. At last, she’s at my mercy.
I loop the belt, holding both ends in my hand, and bring it down on her slick, wet cunt.
She shrieks, bucking her hips. I bring it down again, listening to the belt sing through the air and the satisfying smack as it connects with her exposed, red flesh.
She chokes for breath, going silent from the pain of the second strike, her body frozen as if immobilized by it.
I bring the belt up and let it crack down between her legs one more time.
“That was the real punishment for your little trip to the west wing,” I say. “Think about that the next time you want to start snooping.”
Without waiting for an answer, I slide down between her thighs, stretch her open, and feast. Feeling the heat of her flesh, scalded and red from the strike of my belt, swollen and slick with arousal, pushes me too close to the edge.
I don’t go slow or tease her with my tongue. I’m done giving. Now, I’m taking.
I slide a hand down my body, jerking roughly at my cock as I devour her, sucking and biting and fucking her with my tongue and my fingers until she screams in fury as her body gives itself to me a second time.
When she’s about to plunge into her climax, I lift my head, releasing my suction on her clit.
“Look at me,” I order. “No more closing your eyes and pretending. I want you to see the hideous beast who’s going to gorge himself on your cunt every night like no Prince Charming can.
I want your eyes on me so your brain knows as well as your body that I own you now. ”
She glares at me, squeezing her hands into fists above the cuffs.
I watch her as I begin again, winding her up until she’s sobbing for relief.
When I finally let her finish, the climax that grips her body is so intense that a squirt of cum shoots out of her, and she can’t speak past the sobbing, panting, whimpering sounds she’s making.
I’m ready to go again faster than I’ve ever been in my life.
I shove my pants to my knees, wipe my hand across her trembling thighs, and slick my cock with her cum before driving it deep inside her.
She screams and bucks under me, but I use the motion to thrust deeper, pounding into her bound body as she screams and curses at me.
The harder she struggles and rages, the harder I fuck her, unleashing my own rage into her in a way I haven’t done with her or anyone since the night I ripped open her tight virgin cunt and took what was rightfully mine.
If she were anyone else, anyone smaller or weaker, I’d worry I’m hurting her.
But Dolly’s built to take me, to endure the kind of wrath only I can deliver to her, pounding into her until she’s sobbing and screaming for relief.
I push up on my hands when I give it to her, watching her helpless, furious face as I cum deep inside her.
I keep grinding into her until her walls grip me tighter, milking my cock when I force another unwilling orgasm from her flushed, sweating body.
“Let me up,” she whispers.
“No.” I wrap a hand gently around her throat, my hips jerking as my cock strains to give her every last drop.
“You will bear me a child. As many children as I want. I don’t care if you want me or not.
I’ll fuck you when and where and how I decide to fuck you.
You’ll love every minute of it, whether you want to or not, just like you did tonight. ”
She hesitates, then nods.
“You did enjoy that, didn’t you?” I ask. “You can’t lie to me now, while my cock’s still inside you, feeling you quiver around me like that now that I’ve fucked it nice and loose.”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Good girl,” I say, releasing her throat and gathering the pillows, shoving them under her hips.
“I’m going to put these here so my cum doesn’t run out, and I’m going to keep fucking you until you’re so full of my cum you swell up like a baby’s already growing inside you.
I’m not going to stop until I know there’s no way you can walk away from tonight without the whole world knowing you’re mine, and that you’ll be mine forever. ”
“I can’t get up to go to the bathroom?” she asks.
“No,” I say. “You’ll lie there like a good girl, ready to be fucked whenever I come to fuck you again.
That’s your only job now. You don’t have a music career.
You have a greedy little hole that craves my cum, and a belly to fill with my heirs.
And that’s all you’ll have until I say otherwise. Understand?”
“You’re psychotic,” she whispers, too spent to even lift her head or open her eyes.
“I’m also going to call a friend,” I say, running my fingertips gently across the soft skin of her belly, just above the swollen flesh of her plump little cunt.
“What?” she whispers in horror, suddenly alert again.
“Not for this,” I say, fisting her cunt and squeezing until cum oozes between my fingers. “This is mine. He tattooed your name on me, and now he’ll tattoo my name on you.”
“You can’t,” she says, her voice trembling.
I reach for the belt, bringing it down on her open cunt, still swollen from the pounding and leaking cum despite her position.
Her shriek nearly deafens me, but her hips jerk upwards like she’s craving more.
“You sure about that?” I ask, delivering another blow, making the messy cream pie I left between her legs splash onto her quaking thighs.
“No,” she screams.
“You’re not sure?”
“I understand,” she sobs. “I’ll be good. I promise.”
I drop the belt and nestle in beside her on the soft bed, tenderly stroking her hair behind her ear. At last, I’ve broken her like she broke me. I smile down at her, my chest filled with warmth and satisfaction.
“That’s my good girl.”