Chapter 41
forty-one
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Her scream echoed through the room, bouncing off the walls. I did it again. Slapping her ass hard, my cock throbbing with the way she clenched around me. Fuck she was soaked.
“Remo,” she breathed through the pain, her ass red and twitching, a fucking beautiful sight.
“I warned you, you little fox.” But her defiance, fuck, it was meant for me. Releasing her throat, I pulled out and slammed back in; aware the piercings would hurt. Fuck, if that didn’t turn me on more. And in true fashion, her muscles clamped around me again.
“Fuck,” a guttural moan ripped from my throat, and I moved. Setting grueling rhythm, I plunged into her, her body jolting forward with every thrust. “Jesus, you’re so fucking tight.”
Watery eyes stared back at me, her cries fueling my need, raw pleasure burning every nerve, the need to ruin her overshadowing everything else.
I gripped her tighter, keeping her in place, driving deeper, harder, faster, my cock thickening with every thrust, greedy for more of this pussy I’d waited to take, to consume, to own.
Breathing ragged, she panted through incoherent moans, tears streaming down her cheeks mascara following in its wake, and I tightened my hold, pulling her into me, forcing myself deeper, fucking wanting to bury myself so intrinsically, she’d never forget who she belonged to.
“Remo,” she cried out and fuck if my name didn’t sound like sin on her lips.
“That’s it, little fox, scream for me.”
Eyes filled with painful pleasure that sent a blast of heat through my veins met mine over her shoulder.
Her arms straining against the cuffs, her body twisted to get away, trying to escape but it only ignited my desire.
Staring down at her perfect body, marked by my teeth, my smacks and my grip, added a delectable edge to my craving, my control.
“Fucking hell,” I groaned, loving how fragile she looked, how easily I could break her, yet it was her need underneath that sang to the dark fuck in me.
I’d waited for a while to bury my cock inside her, something I never did, yet nothing prepared me for how good she’d feel.
Her tight, slick pussy squeezed and fought me at the same time, trying to push me out, but the harder she resisted, the deeper I drove.
Leaning forward, I wrapped my hand around her throat, forcing her body to bend into me.
I wanted her to beg, to scream, to cry, to fight.
I needed to feel her tremble and writhe beneath me, and she was so fucking close.
My orgasm built fast, threatening to derail me, to rob me of the pleasure soaking my veins right now.
Annoyed, I slapped her ass, over and over, relishing her screams and fucked her harder. She sobbed louder, her body jolting with each thrust. Every ruthless drive hit her cervix, the feeling primal, raw, consuming.
The last cry shattered the air, a mix of pain and pleasure that pushed me closer to the edge. I didn’t stop, fucking her through it, my pace relentless, my body trembling, my need for this, for her, animalistic.
“Remo,” she breathed, pulling on the binds. “Please…” She trailed off, her body convulsing, her pussy spasming around me as she came. Her cries echoed in the room, waning as her muscles quivered and her eyes rolled back, her bottom lip caught under her teeth.
The sight sheer fucking sex on chains.
Gritting my teeth, I squeezed her throat, dug my fingers into her skin and slammed into her, exploding on a curse, shooting rope after rope of thick, hot cum into her.
My body shook, my hands trembled, my mind fucking blown, my breaths desperate.
No woman had ever done that to me, not even Korō and she was intense.
Buried deep inside her, I remained still, catching my breath, relishing the feel of her pussy pulsing around me and her body quivering beneath me.
When the last surge subsided, I pulled out, catching her wince, my gaze, however, was distracted by the bloody cum dripping down her legs. I’d fucked her aggressively.
“You’ll feel me for days, little fox.” I chuckled at her flinch, leaned down and licked her pussy, sucking up our cum and her blood.
She let out a squeal that could’ve been disbelief or disgust. I grinned.
“My cum tastes good on you.” She merely scoffed, still avoiding my gaze.
My eyes dropped to her hips, bruised from my grip and her bright red ass then brushed my fingers over the marks, tracing the patterns, the indentions, the welts.
“You’re completely mine now.”
Slowly, her eyes found mine, exhausted, accusing, appeased.
I looked for hate and found a smidge; I looked for fear and found none.
Drenched in sweat, her hair damp, she might tremble under my touch, her fire though, burned resolute.
I knew she’d fight me again and again, no matter how many times I took her, no matter how satisfied and worn-out she appeared, her defiance would unleash and I fucking wanted that, my cock already throbbing at the thought of taking her again.
“Unchain me,” she said, her voice slurred with fatigue, arms limp, cuffs digging into her wrists.
My lips tilted, my smile sly. “Two more holes.”
Her eyes widened, her head slowly shaking from side to side. “No. I can’t. You just came.”
Bastard that I was, nothing was too much for me. I slid my hand over her ass, rolled my palm over the heated skin, then lifted and brought it down hard, the sharp crack resonating around the room.
“Oh, God,” she shrieked, her body jerking. Enamored, I slapped her again. “Stop, please,” she begged, sobbing.
“No means punishment, little fox.” I smacked her harder, continuing until she was shaking, until I just touched her clit and her body arched, shattering into another orgasm she couldn’t hold back, her moan loud and unabashed.
“Seems like it makes you come on the spot too.” I stared at her flushed cheeks and flared nostrils.
“Asshole,” she panted, nails digging into the mattress.
I smirked, not sure if I was enjoying her sass more or the way her body reacted to me, to my touch, to my command.
Climbing off the bed, I released one of the cuffs and rolled her over and guided her body to the edge of the bed with me standing over her.
She tried to wiggle away but the with one hand still cuffed, it was easy to hold her down.
“What are you doing?”
Fuck she was a sight. All flushed and trembling with her dark her spread out on my bed, those beautiful eyes tracking my cock as I stroked it, her lips unconsciously parted, the tip if her tongue kissing her top lip.
She was fucking made for me and she wanted my cock whether accepted it not.
I grabbed her shoulders and dropped her head over the edge.
“What–” my cock sliding into her mouth until my balls rested on her nose, cut her off, her lips stretching around my girth.
She tried to fight me, her free hand pushing at my thigh, but I held it down on the bed and with the other hand curved around her nape, I fucked her mouth.
She gagged and the choking sounds were almost enough to make me cum let alone her hot, wet mouth and tight throat.
Trying to turn her head away, she uttered a pained moan and the sound vibrated up through me.
“You’re not going anywhere, little fox, so suck it up.” I chuckled, pulling out and shoving back in just as fast, barely giving her room to breathe. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” I groaned, withdrawing to thrust back in, harder and deeper.
Her eyes squeezed shut, tears leaked through and I fucking loved it.
My sassy spitfire subservient and taking me like she owned my cock.
And she fucking did. I stared down at her, a filthy fucking mess of drool, tears, and pre-cum and I fucking wanted more, accepted I’d take her any way she came.
Defiant, dirty, degraded. Every fucking part of her was mine.
And that broke me. Releasing her hand, I forced her head up, pushed in deep, and buried her nose in my balls until my cum shot down her throat.
The sensations ripping through me were intense, unbelievable erotic and groaning, I thrust deeper, emptying every drop down her throat.
My muscles spasmed, body jerking while hot pleasure sprinted down my spine, the efficacy of her sputters and gags adding to the all-round effect of my orgasm.
I stood frozen, trying to get my bearings but her sharp nails biting into my thigh had me pulling out.
Legs shaking, breathing erratic, I stepped back.
A mixture of coughs and gasps followed her as she sat up. Tears streamed down her face, yet her glare remained steadfast. She looked so fucking stunning, used, bruised, and dirty but above all, the defiance fighting through it all, curved the edges of my mouth, my smile devious.
“Such a good girl.” I released her hand from the cuff.
“Fuck you,” she choked out.
I smiled. “Oh, little fox, I’m going to. One more hole, remember?”
Her pretty brownish green eyes widened. “No. I can’t.
” I reached for her, grabbing her hips and forced her onto her back, climbing over her, pressing her down with my weight.
She was drained, her fight not as strong.
“Remo, please, stop,” a tired whisper as she turned her face away, her lips trembling.
I cupped her jaw and gently brought her face back to mine, taking in her swollen lips the piercings had bruised.
Her eyes wide, she shook her head and, in that moment, I knew I’d broken her, broken her belief she could resist me.
Maybe she’d try and maybe I was an asshole of note, but I’d never intentionally hurt her.
“I’ll never hurt you,” I said out loud before I could stop myself.
She scoffed, bits of her insolence peeking through. “You just did.”
I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear as I nipped lobe.
“I fuck hard, little fox and you’ll learn to deal with it.
” It was all I gave her and when I dipped my head to cover her lips with mine, she opened for me.
The kiss was gentle, exploratory and distracting so that when I pushed my cock into her, she whimpered, not rejecting me.
Keeping the pace agonizingly slow, I pulled out and slid back in, the pressure vexing, the action so slow, I had to dig my nails into the sheets to anchor myself or risk fucking her hard. I was determined to make her scream my name again, this time willingly.
Supporting myself weight on my forearms, I pulled out to the tip, keeping only the head inside her warmth and she moaned her frustration, telling me I was on the right path.
I dropped my head, dragging my tongue over one nipple and she writhed beneath me, her hands gripping my shoulders.
Sucking the brown bud into my mouth, I twirled my tongue around before my teeth clamped down and she cried out, arching her back in response.
I pushed my cock back in, fucking her in a slow taunt while my mouth worked her nipple, biting sucking and alternating.
“Hmm,” she hummed, her hands curling into my hair, pulling me down, while her chest pushed up, she was begging for more, without asking.
I chuckled, giving it to her. When I moved off her nipple and bit into the soft flesh of her breast, she cried out, her nails raking down my back, fire burning in its wake, drawing blood. I welcomed the pain, a sharp reminder that she was here, real, and mine for the taking.
Grasping her hands, I slid mine into hers, pressed them down on either side of her head and began fucking her. Slow and deeper, letting her feel each thrust as I rotated my cock, her pussy squeezing my cock. Eyes closed, head tilted back, she moaned deeply.
“Look at me.”
She opened her eyes and looked up at me, her smile an invite to fuck her hard.
I didn’t but then she bent her knees and dropped her thighs to the sides, giving me more access, more room to move.
If that wasn’t enough to undo me, she wrestled her hands out from under mine and gripped my ass cheeks, squeezing until her nails dug into me and she pulled me in deeper.
“Christ, you’re going to ruin me.” I dipped my head swallowing her laugh before it left her mouth in a deep kiss and increased my pace. Not as aggressively as before but enough to have her shattering another two thrusts later.
“Oh, Remo,” she panted, her cum spilling out the side of my cock, dripping down my thighs.
Smiling, I lifted her off the bed, keeping my cock inside her and her legs wrapped around my waist as I carried her to the bathroom.
With my arm under her ass, I opened the tap, adjusted the setting and stepped under the warm spray before I turned, pressing her up against the tiles.
I fucked her slowly, her mouth finding mine, the kiss a lazy seduction.