34. CHAPTER 29 #2
She twists her fingers in the rope and closes her thighs tighter. Her hips rock back, and her eyes stay on mine. I can see her pussy clench desperately seeking something.
I strip the rest of my clothes and grab my mask from the closet, sliding it over my face.
There isn’t a thing about my girl that I don’t know, including that she gets off on me fucking her with the mask on.
And I want her to love having her ass fucked, because this isn’t the last time it’s going to happen.
I grab what else I need from the closet and then turn the device off on my phone, tossing it on the nightstand. She whimpers at the loss, and I run my hand up the back of her thigh, slow enough that she squirms. I pick her up and twist her so that she’s on her back, her arms crossed above her head.
She moans as soon as she sees me looking down at her with the mask on.
“I can’t wait to watch you cry pretty tears for me while I fuck this ass, baby.”
Her cheeks are already wet from frustration. “Axl,” she whines.
“You’ve been so fucking patient for me, little heathen.” I climb onto the bed and push her thighs against her chest, then grip the base of the plug and ease it out of her. She moans and her ass tightens around it. “Such a good girl.”
She whimpers. “Please, Axl.”
I pull the plug the rest of the way out and set it aside. She gasps and her hips buck up off the mattress. I press my thumb against her ass. She’s stretched from hours of the plug doing its work. My thumb slides inside her, and she clenches around it.
“Look at me.” I wait until her eyes focus on the mask.
Tears are running down the sides of her face, and her chest is heaving.
She’s fucking gorgeous even when she’s wrecked.
“You’re going to take my cock in this ass, and you’re going to watch me while you do it.
Don’t you dare close your fucking eyes.”
I coat my cock with lube and press the head against her stretched hole. I don’t push in. I hold there and watch her try not to squirm.
“Axl. I need to come.”
“You’re going to come, like a good little slut.” I grip her bound thigh and press forward just enough, and the head of my dick enters her. Her mouth falls open, and her back arches off the bed. The sound she makes is between a moan and a sob.
I push in slowly. My cock is thicker and longer than the plugs I’ve been using on her, so she’s still being stretched. Her hands twist in the ropes above her head, and her crossed arms pull tight. Her eyes stay focused on my mask, and they fill with fresh tears.
“That’s it.” I press deeper. “Breathe for me.”
“It’s too much.” Her teeth dig into her bottom lip, and her legs shake against my hands.
“You’re going to take this dick.” I push in another inch.
“You were made to be used by me, little heathen.” I hold still and let her body adjust around me.
She’s so fucking tight I can barely think.
“This is my ass, and I’m going to fuck it anytime I want after this. And you want that don’t you, baby?”
“Yes.” It comes out broken and wet, and it goes straight through me.
I push the rest of the way in, and my balls press against her ass. Her whole body locks up, and her mouth opens in a silent scream. I can feel her pulse around my cock.
I don’t move. I stay buried in her and lean forward, pressing her thighs harder against her chest. The red glow from the mask falls across her face, and her tears catch the light.
“You feel that, little heathen?” I pull my hips back slowly and push in again. She cries out, and her back arches, and her arms strain against the rope. “You’re taking my entire dick just like I knew you could.”
I start fucking her in a slow rhythm. Every stroke pulls a sound out of her that I’m going to hear in my head for the rest of my fucking life. Her ass grips me so tight that I have to grit my teeth to keep from coming already.
I lift the mask above my mouth and spit on her pussy, reminding her that I own that too. She jerks and moans, and I press my thumb against her clit and rub slow circles while I fuck her ass.
“Oh my god.” She tries to push into me as much as she can and moans my name.
“Look at you. You’re trying to fuck your own ass with my dick. My dirty little slut likes this, doesn’t she?”
“Please.” She doesn’t hesitate. Her eyes are focused on the mask and tears stream down her temples into her hair. “Don’t stop. Please don’t fucking stop.”
I press harder on her clit and pick up the pace. “I’m done taking it easy on you, baby. You’re going to see what it feels like for me to fuck this ass.”
I hug her bound thighs to my chest and fuck her hard. Her ass lifts off the bed, fully at my mercy while I thrust into her, taking what I want.
She releases a series of moans. Her arms fight the ropes, and her already bruised wrists are getting worse.
“That’s it.” I thrust deeper and grind my hips against her ass. “Any louder, and you’ll let the entire mansion know how much you enjoy having your ass fucked by your king.”
Her eyes are rolling back, and her mouth is open.
“Fucking look at me, Saylor.”
Her eyes pop back open. I can feel her body tightening around my cock. She’s right on the edge, and she’s fighting it because I haven’t told her she can come yet.
I shift her weight against me and reach between us to press my thumb against her clit. She jerks so hard she almost breaks my grip.
“Come for me, baby.” I rub her clit in fast circles and pound into her ass. “Come with my dick in your ass, Saylor. Fucking come for me. Show me how much you love getting your ass used like my good little whore.”
The desperate need in her expression almost makes me lose it. I reach down and grip her throat, and she immediately comes hard while gasping for air. Her ass clamps down on my cock as I play with her pussy. I can feel every bit of it through my entire body.
I don’t stop. I fuck her through it, driving into her while she shakes and cries, pulling at the ropes. Her orgasm keeps rolling, and I keep my thumb on her clit while she sobs my name between breaths.
I bury myself as deep as I can get and come inside her ass. My grip on her thighs is bruising, and I release her throat, letting her gasp for air while I fill her tight hole.
Her legs are shaking against my chest, and her wrists are raw from the rope.
Her face is a mess of tears and sweat. She’s staring up at me through the red glow of the mask.
I rip it off my head and toss it to the floor.
I untie her thighs and spread them apart so I can lie across her body with my dick still inside of her.
I press my lips to hers, kissing her hard.
She kisses me back with whatever she has left. Her freed legs wrap around my waist.
I pull back from her mouth and reach for the piercing supplies I brought from the closet. She watches me through heavy eyes, still catching her breath.
“What’s that?” Her voice is raw.
“Something else I’ve been waiting to give you.
” I sit up between her legs and look down at her.
Her tits are flushed, and her nipples are hard and swollen.
I run my thumb over her left nipple, and she shivers.
“These are mine too. And you’re going to love what I’m about to do.
This pussy will be soaked every time I play with your tits. ”
Her eyes drop to the needle and then back to my face. She knows this is going to happen.
“Hold still, little heathen.”
I position the needle on her left nipple and push it through. She gasps and her whole body tenses. My dick is still in her ass, and she’s making me fully hard again. Her arms pull against the rope above her head. I slide the barbell through and secure it before she exhales.
“One more.” I move to her right side. She’s biting her lip so hard I think she’s going to draw blood. I pierce the other side, and she cries out, making my cock twitch.
I set everything aside and look at what I’ve done. Two silver barbells with special locks so she can’t remove them. They look fucking perfect against her flushed skin.
“Beautiful.” I lean down and press my mouth between her tits, careful not to touch the fresh piercings.
“My name on your body, and now these.” I drag my lips up to her collarbone.
“There isn’t a part of you that isn’t mine, Saylor.
If I need to pierce your pussy too, then I’ll fucking do that next. ”
I reach up and untie her wrists, freeing them from the bindings, and she immediately grabs my face with both hands and pulls my lips to hers.
Her fingers are shaking. Her whole body is shaking. But she’s kissing me like I’m the only man she’ll ever want or need. That’s a smart choice. I’d kill any other man.
I pull back just enough to look at her. Her eyes are wet, and her lips are bitten raw. There are rope marks circling both wrists that I’m going to have to tend to in the shower when I bathe my girl and make her feel good all over again.
“You did so good, baby.” I brush the hair off her forehead. It’s stuck to her skin with sweat and tears. “So fucking perfect for me.”
I press my forehead to hers while I massage her sore wrists. My cock is still buried in her ass, and her legs are locked around me. I can feel her heartbeat when I press my palm flat against her chest.
Fuck. Every part of her consumes me. I’m not giving her up. There’s not a chance in hell. I’ve already laid the path to make her my wife.
I don’t give a fuck if it’s obsession or love. Does the line between the two fucking matter? The end result is the same. For the rest of my fucking life, there isn’t a day that she isn’t going to be mine. I’ll make sure of it.