Episode XVI|
Block pressed closer, his body heat wrapping around her. He held up a pair of cuffs, dangling them in front of her. Her heart skipped.
Reluctantly, Ayana did as she was told, her fingers fumbling with the cold metal as she cuffed herself to the frame.
As the final click echoed in the room, a wave of memories crashed over her—the first time they met, the violence, his face, the fear.
Everything about him was the same. Her mind raced, flashes of that day playing like a broken film reel.
Ayana gasped for air, choking on a moan that got stuck in her throat.
His mouth was relentless, moving over her as though she was something to be claimed, consumed.
Block chuckled, his breath hot against her skin as he pulled back just enough to release her clit from his mouth with a soft, wet sound.
Block ignored her question, sliding on a condom, his movements calculated. He muttered something under his breath.
He stroked his dick once, the condom slick between his fingers. "I said, fuck no, I don't want to be gentle." His voice was deep, vibrating through her bones. "I'll take it easy at the start, but you wanted this, didn't you?"
Ayana's mind raced. She knew it was manipulation. He had been weaving his control over her for so long, and now, here he was, making her question herself.
Block paused, considering her for a moment before uncuffing both her wrist and ankle, sliding her toward the edge of the bed. Her waist dangled off, her body limp with exhaustion. He wasn't done.
He pushed her legs back against her chest, pinning her down.
"Breathe, Aya," he whispered, his voice low and dangerous.
Then, with no warning, he slammed into her, his cock pushing deeper than before.
Ayana coughed, her nails digging into his shoulders, holding on for dear life.
Her body convulsed beneath him, cumming so hard her waist wouldn't stop trembling, vibrating under his weight.
She could feel the tingle in her stomach, the sensation growing inside her vagina, like a storm gathering force.
She slammed her fists against his chest, her voice breaking. "You-you have to st-STOP!"
Block ignored her pleas, his thrusts speeding up, each one harder, rougher. The head of his cock slammed against the roof of her vagina, the sensation overwhelming.
Ayana had read about this—the ultimate orgasm, squirting. She wasn't ready for it, and she didn't care what Block wanted.
Desperately, she used her feet to push at his chest, trying to stop him. He caught on, his hands gripping her thighs.
Her head shook wildly, panic setting in, but Block only went faster. "Th-this is danger-dangerous," she stammered, her voice breaking.