Chapter 4 #5
“You’ve lost the privilege of having your hands free, Natalia,” he scolded, and he tied them with the tattered remains of my dress. I struggled against him, but I felt so off balance with his cock poised to impale me. There was nowhere for me to go except backwards.
“Wait,” I pleaded.
His hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into me purposefully hard.
“Every time you fight me, little human, your arousal only gets stronger. I can smell it,” he observed, and I whined into the bed, fighting against the bonds that held me tight even though I knew it wouldn’t do anything.
“Please,” I whimpered, and he slapped my right cheek hard.
“It’s time for the rest of your punishment to begin,” he vowed and with a hard jerk, he forced himself inside me.
Fuck.
He was massive. I was terrified of splitting in two as he shoved the head of his big cock inside me.
I keened in pain as my insides twisted open.
My pussy gripped tightly at him as he pulled back and slammed himself into me once more, breaking through my virgin barrier with one hard brutal stroke.
For a moment, I panicked, and he stilled, just allowing me to get used to the feeling of him inside me.
He was so big. My body wasn’t built to take such a massive cock.
He was going to break me open. There was no way I could take this.
I cried out and his hand glided up my shoulder to the back of my neck. His thumb circled there, and I tried to focus on the feeling of that rather than the painful ache of the taking of my virginity and of his far too massive cock.
Eventually, though, that vicious bite began to fade. As more time passed, it was replaced with something else, an edgy neediness that left me wanting more.
As if he could read my mind, he started to move. He began slowly, purposefully fucking me so that I could feel how very big he was. He pistoned every inch in and out of me with growing force and I soon wondered if the ache from him would ever really fade.
Soon enough, I realized it wouldn’t. He was far too big for that.
I felt so impossibly stretched by his thick girth. I tried to spread my thighs a bit, but that only resulted in him fucking me even more deeply with every beautifully cruel stroke. My hips rolled and unintentionally, I opened myself even further to the vicious savagery of his fucking.
“Such a tight little pussy,” he murmured, and I moaned as a heated flush caressed my cheeks. His words kept my focus centered on him, not letting me forget for even a moment that he was the one who was taking what he wanted.
That he was the one in control.
That he was my first.
My inner walls clutched tight at him and my initial panic of such a painful taking was overcome with a more fiery, primal burn.
I was going to come. My pussy ground against the bed, the blankets caught between my legs. My clit pulsed impossibly hard, and my hips jerked forward. I cried out as I came to a shameful realization. If I ground my hips just right, the sheet rubbed against my clit.
His hand wound around the back of my neck, firmly holding me down as he rode me with wild abandon.
I keened, feeling my threshold for orgasm again quickly approaching.
It felt faster this time, more reckless and out of control.
It made me want it that much more. His fingers drew upward into the hair at the base of my neck, and he fisted it, pulling it hard enough for a fiery flash of pain to radiate across my skull.
I cried out and he jerked his hips forward hard.
I broke apart.
I moaned low at first, but it quickly built on itself until I was drowning in the endless chasm of bliss. My core contracted hard several times and my pussy squeezed tight all around him. He roared, and his grip on the back of my scalp grew tighter.
“Naughty girl,” he growled.
“Sir!” I cried out.
“You’ve come twice now for me, haven’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, feeling a fierce blush creep over my cheeks even though he couldn’t see my face.
His other hand settled on my bottom, and I tensed as his thumb rested on the crest of my backside. He petted me there at the base of my spine, but his movements had a threatening air to them that they didn’t have before.
“You’re going to come once more for me, little girl, but this time you’re going to have a finger in your tight little bottom hole to remind you how naughty girls are dealt with,” he warned, and I struggled a bit in his grasp as his thumb descended along the cleft of my ass.
He passed my bottom hole, and I chewed my lip nervously as I waited.
His fingertip lingered in my wetness for several moments, swirling and gathering it before he tapped it against my tight virgin hole. I clenched tighter at the feeling of it, and he groaned as my pussy gripped at him too.
“No! Please don’t!” I cried out.
“Is it up to you, little girl?” he asked carefully, and I moaned, knowing what the answer he wanted to hear was. Giving him anything else would probably just make this that much worse.
“No, sir,” I wailed into the blankets, muffling my voice as if it wouldn’t happen if he didn’t hear me say the words.
“You’re going to come for me and I’m going to make sure this naughty little bottom hole is sore when you do,” he said darkly and without warning, he pushed his thick thumb inside me.
I screeched, my untried asshole stretching so wide I thought it might tear.
I squirmed and wailed as he pushed it even deeper.
He didn’t care that it hurt me and with his cock inside me, I could feel him get that much harder.
He liked punishing me like this. It turned him on.
He pistoned his hips and started to fuck me as he pushed that terribly cruel finger even deeper inside my bottom. I couldn’t stop tightening around that digit in my panic, which only caused the stretching burn to flare red hot over and over again.
“If you want this finger out of this tight hole, little girl, you’re going to have to come for me,” he growled.
He pounded his cock into me several times and I lost myself in the dizzyingly confusing sensations.
On one hand, both my pussy and my asshole stung from his use, but on the other was a building fire inside me that needed to be set free.
I could feel it and I wanted it. It felt just out of reach, like a glass of cold water in the middle of an arid desert on the hottest day of the year. I shuddered hard.
His cock was so thick. His finger was so punishingly big in my asshole.
I was so very full.
My clit pulsed heavily with need. My arousal swirled inside me, hot and heavy and tremendously consuming. My bottom burned. My pussy ached. Everything came together, forcing me to be a very well punished little girl who needed to come for the man who’d subdued her.
I cried out, shaking and quivering with every last breath.
“Come for me, little girl. Do I need to put a second finger in this naughty little hole?” he asked, and I teetered back and forth on the edge of orgasm.
He pumped his thumb in and out of me and the last thing I thought about before I fell off that cliff was what it would feel like to have his cock fucking me there instead of his finger.
I shuddered so hard that I thought I’d buck him right off, but he continued riding me brutally hard and at that moment, it was exactly what I needed.
That single orgasm began with such overwhelming force that I forgot to breathe.
My eyes rolled back in my head and a loud moan of panicked fear and extreme arousal burst from my lips.
For several very long seconds, it felt like my soul had left my body.
There was nothing other than the overwhelming painful and pleasurable edge of sensation and I lost myself in it.
White-hot bliss pulled me back and forth, a tidal wave of fiercely wicked ecstasy that hurt as much as I enjoyed myself.
My clit was insanely sensitive, and the sheets rubbed against it in such a way that it forced my orgasm even higher.
My inner walls clutched at his thick length and with every pulse my bottom squeezed around his finger. As I came, I couldn’t forget that it was there, and I was ashamed to realize that only made my release that much harder.
His finger was in my ass, and I liked how it felt.
My mind wandered in the heat of ecstasy, and I saw images of him forcing me over the bed. Of him spreading my bottom cheeks and forcing his cock into my bottom hole. Of how much of it would hurt.
Of how hard it would make me come.