Dylan POV #2
The words feel like surrender.
“O-okay,” I whisper, shame and need twisting together inside me.
A dark, satisfied smirk spreads across his face. “Good fucking boy.”
He shoves my head back down into the mattress and slams into me in one brutal, merciless thrust.
I cry out sharply, my whole body jerking forward from the sudden, burning stretch. The force of it knocks the air out of my lungs. He’s so thick, so deep, buried to the hilt in one stroke, and the pain mixes instantly with that sick, overwhelming pleasure I can’t resist.
“F-fuck!” I sob into the sheets.
Blaze groans deeply, his hips flush against my burning ass. “That’s it. Take every inch like the desperate little whore you are.”
He doesn’t give me time to adjust. He pulls back and slams in again, even harder, setting a punishing rhythm that has me moaning and shaking beneath him.
He chuckles and pulls back slowly, almost all the way out, until just the thick head of his cock stretches my hole. Then he slams back in with brutal force, driving every inch deep inside me. The impact forces a raw, broken cry from my throat as my body jerks forward.
“Fuck... Blaze!”
He sets a punishing pace immediately, hips snapping hard against my sore, belt-marked ass. Every thrust is deep and savage, the wet sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. My wrists strain uselessly against the tie binding me to the headboard. I can’t move. I can only take it.
He fucks me like he hates me. Like he owns me.
His hand suddenly fists in my hair and yanks my head back sharply. At the same time, his other hand wraps around my throat from behind, squeezing hard as he drags me up until my back arches painfully.
“Look at me while I ruin you,” he growls, slamming into me even harder.
The chokehold makes my head spin. My vision blurs at the edges, but I can still see the dark, feral look in his eyes. He slaps me hard across the face with his free hand, the sting exploding across my cheek. Then again. And again.
Tears spill down my face. I moan like a whore, the sound hoarse and broken because of his grip on my throat.
He suddenly releases my throat and shoves my face violently back down into the mattress, smothering me against the sheets as he keeps pounding into me. I can barely breathe, my cries muffled into the fabric while he destroys my hole.
“That’s it,” he snarls. “Face down, ass up like a proper fucktoy.”
He fucks me so deep and hard I feel him in my stomach. Then he pulls out completely. I whimper at the sudden emptiness, hole clenching around nothing. Blaze spits directly onto my gaping hole, thick and warm, before slapping his heavy cock against it a few times.
“Beg for it,” he demands, rubbing the head up and down my slick entrance, teasing me.
“P-please… please fuck me,” I sob, pushing back desperately. “I n-need your cock—”
He slams back inside in one vicious thrust, burying himself to the hilt. The stretch burns so good I nearly cum on the spot. He laughs darkly and starts fucking me again, even harder than before.
He alternates relentlessly.
One moment he’s dragging my head up by my hair, choking me with his massive hand while he slaps my face over and over, spitting into my open, gasping mouth. The next he’s shoving my face back down into the mattress, smothering me while he rails me mercilessly, his hips punishing my already raw ass.
He pulls out again, spits thickly on my hole, watches it twitch, then slaps his cock against my ass a few times before driving back in with a groan.
“You feel that?” he growls, yanking my head up by the hair again, hand wrapping tight around my throat. “This is what you are now. My secret little cockslut. Your wife will never fuck you like this. She’ll never make you cry and leak and beg like a desperate whore.”
He slaps me hard across the face while choking me, then spits right on my lips.
“Swallow.”
I do, shame flooding through me even as my cock throbs painfully. He releases my throat only to slap me again, twice in quick succession, before shoving my face back down and pounding into me so hard the bed slams against the wall.
I’m a complete mess. Tears, drool, and his spit cover my face. My ass is on fire from the belt and his brutal thrusts. My wrists burn from struggling against the tie. And still… I’ve never felt anything this intense in my life.
Blaze pulls out again, spits on my ruined hole, and teases the head of his cock against it, slapping it lightly.
“Tell me who owns this hole,” he demands.
“Y-you,” I whimper, voice wrecked. “You own it, please—”
He slams back in, burying himself completely. The sudden fullness rips another cry from me. He reaches around, grabs my leaking cock, and strokes me fast while he fucks me deep, never letting me tip over the edge.
Every time I get close he stops stroking. He pulls out, spits on me, slaps my ass or my face, then drives back in even harder.
He flips me onto my back suddenly, manhandling me like a ragdoll. My wrists are still tied above my head as he pushes my legs wide and folds me in half. He slams back inside me in this new position, even deeper than before.
His hand wraps around my throat again, squeezing as he fucks me mercilessly. He slaps my face repeatedly, spitting into my open mouth every few thrusts, forcing me to swallow while he rails me.
“Look at me,” he growls, choking me harder. “Look at me while I fuck you stupid.”
I can barely keep my eyes open, but I try. Tears stream down my temples. My body is shaking violently. I’m right there, so fucking close, when he stops moving again, buried deep inside me, hand still tight around my throat.
“Not yet,” he whispers cruelly, leaning down to spit directly onto my tongue again. “You’re going to earn every single orgasm tonight, little rabbit. And we’ve got all night.”
He starts fucking me again, slow and deep this time, grinding against my prostate with every thrust while his hand alternates between choking me and slapping my tear-streaked face.
I’m completely lost, broken and owned. Yet... I don’t want it to stop.