Chapter 6
Stripped of her top and bra, she is left in nothing but her short skirt. The room seems to pulse with tension as their bodies collide, the air thick with a volatile mix of desperation and defiance.
Her hair whips wildly around her as she twists, kicks, and claws, frantic to break free.
He feels nothing. No rage. No guilt. Just the cold, mechanical pull of adrenaline as he drags her toward the bed and throws her into its center.
She scrambles, her breath hitching, but he doesn’t really see her.
In that moment, she’s a blur of motion and noise, and all he can hear is the deafening silence in his own head.
She turns over onto her hands and knees, scrambling to crawl away, but he seizes her legs and drags her back by the ankles, working the strappy heels off her lovely feet. There’s an adept quickness to his movements that feels unfamiliar, almost instinctive.
Max contends that Lila, and the disgust she feels for him, draws out a part of himself he hadn’t known existed, a part dangerously unhinged, ravenous, and in need of feeding before it can be tamed, like a starving dog clawing for its meal.
As he studies the tense movement of her thighs, a grim resolve settles over him. He will use this moment to reset himself, to extinguish the fire gnawing at him from the inside, to possess her completely so he can finally reclaim control and refocus on the things that truly matter.
After dropping her remaining shoe carelessly onto the carpet below, Max climbs onto the bed behind her, gripping the sides of her round hips forcefully.
She cries out as she feels his rock-hard cock pressing against her thinly veiled entrance.
He presses down on her upper back so that her round ass juts up.
It moves wildly and enticingly as she claws, bucks, and writhes like a scared, feral cat caught in a trap, fighting to free herself from the steel prison he has placed her in. He positions himself, using his legs to part hers as he moves between them.
His fingers explore, gliding along her toned shoulders and back, down her spine, to skim over the mounds of her backside. The soft, smooth skin beneath the pads of his fingers causes his cock to throb with urgency.
“Let go, you crazy fucker,” she grunts, her sweet voice muffled by the white bedding underneath them.
Her attempts to struggle against his hold cause her short skirt to ride up over her ass, revealing the lacy white thong underneath. He paws at her bare skin, gripping and massaging her right ass cheek with one hand before lifting it and bringing it down against her soft flesh with a harsh smack.
She flinches, the spanking renewing her vigor to buck him off, her ass moving wildly beneath him, but it only results in more pain.
Over and over, he drives each blow with increasing strength, tiny increments building until her lovely skin burns bright red. Her sobs break through in frantic, tearful babbling, words barely making sense as pain overwhelms her.
He bends down and buries his nose against her, inhaling her sweet scent, then kisses the soft skin where he has marked her with the fiery red print of his hand. She emits an intriguing blend of honey, white floral, and amber, the fragrance enveloping him and clouding his mind of all other thoughts.
“I can’t wait to get inside you,” he whispers, straightening his back as he palms his strained member. Feeling that she has been subdued a bit, he eases the pressure of the hand on her back.
With his free hand, he traces his fingers up and down the wet spot forming at the crevice of her panties. The effects of his rubbing along her slit trigger faint mewls to escape through her lips, her breathing becoming increasingly labored as he presses and prods.
He pulls her panties downward. The sight of her soft, bare pussy in front of him feels intoxicating, his eyes drinking in the delicious, glistening folds between her legs.
The soft dusting of her neatly trimmed hair around her labia floods him with the desire to shove his face into her folds and taste her.
Pressing a finger inside her, he feels that she is slick, hot, and ready for him.
She clenches down on his finger, her tight walls fighting to expel the invading digit as her whole body struggles beneath his hold.
Replacing his finger with two, he thrusts them into her, maneuvering them in and out of her narrow tunnel to relax her sex.
The languid pace at which he fingers her feels torturous, drawing a low, reluctant moan from deep within her.
Withdrawing his fingers from her warmth, he yanks her panties off her legs. She lets out a muffled cry as the fabric slides away, leaving her legs bare.
With measured ease, he wraps his hand around the base of his cock, spitting onto the shaft and slathering his saliva over the bulbous head in preparation to push it deep inside her.
He guides it toward her entrance until the tip nestles between her puffy folds.
He hears her gasp as she feels it sinking in.
Slowly, he eases the tip in and out of her before finally thrusting forward to claim more of her, feeding her tight canal several inches of his thick rod. His fingers press firmly into her skin, pulling her hips back to him, guiding her movements with every deliberate thrust.
It feels like his cock is wrapped in a scorching velvet vise, her heat and tightness almost punishing as her walls clamp down around him.
His captive, bound by her lust and the pleasure he is forcing her to feel, accepts her assigned fate at his hands. As her resistance fades, he lifts his hand from her back and seizes both sides of her hips, his grip firm and unrelenting as he drives the rhythm with steady strokes.
“Fuck,” she groans. “It’s too big.”
He slowly slides out, leaving just the head of his cock inside her, feeling her walls cling tightly during his deliberate retreat.
Then, without hesitation, he changes direction, plunging back in with force, burying as much of himself as he can.
She cries out, the sharp press of him against her cervix sending a jolt of pain through her.
“Shit, this pussy’s so good,” he groans raggedly. She feels so pleasantly tight around him that it becomes hard for him to think.
She gasps and moans, stretched taut beneath him, her hands clawing at the thick comforter. Max knows his girth has always been a challenge for people, but like the others, she will learn to take it.
To encourage her to relax and accept him more readily, he grabs a fistful of her hair and leans forward, planting a quick kiss on the side of her tear-streaked cheek and temple.
With most of his length buried deep inside her, he begins to increase the pace of his thrusts.
No music plays on the club’s top floor; the room is soundproof, isolating them completely.
Max revels in the soft echoes of her moans and cries filling the otherwise silent space as he continues the brutal pace of his thrusts.
Her sounds are music to his ears, accompanied only by the creak of the bed and the slap of their bodies colliding.
Despite her initial reluctance, her pussy pulses around his invading shaft. He feels the all-too-familiar surge of climax building within him, but he knows he hasn’t had his fill of her yet. A hunger claws at him, insatiable and raw.
Sensing her total surrender, he pulls free from her pussy’s tight grip and flips her onto her back, eager to see that pretty face again.
She breathes laboriously, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes glazed with lust. Except for the white skirt bunched around her waist, she is completely naked. Her long dark mane, once neatly styled in a thick ponytail, fans across the bed like a glorious halo.
Dark streaks frame her lovely, wet eyes. Even with smeared makeup and flushed cheeks from his rough thrusting, she remains perfect in his eyes. He revels in the feeling of being in the presence of a beautiful goddess.
He slides down the bed until he is face-to-face with her battered, glistening pussy, her weeping folds beckoning him closer. Burying his face into the heated space between her thighs, he laps at her like a desperate, dying animal discovering a fountain of life.
He feeds on her, eating her out with fervent hunger as she writhes beneath the relentless attention of his tongue. His tongue digs deep inside her, searching for nectar, while his nose presses against her swollen pearl, inhaling her sweet, intoxicating scent.
He savors the lingering tartness of her, finding it utterly delightful. As her thighs try to close around his head, he pins them open, refusing to let her deny him the indulgence he craves.
She wails, gripping his hair and bucking her hips as she comes like a freight train. “Holy fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
As the urgency of release subsides, he pulls away, giving her clit a quick peck to show appreciation. The kiss earns another moan from her, her body still trembling from the explosive climax.
“Please!” she cries out.
“Please what?” he asks.
Lila bites down on her lower lip, ashamed of her outburst.
He places one of her legs on his shoulder as he lines his hard cock up to her creamy entrance. Softly tapping the head against her sensitive clit, he whispers huskily, “Is this what you’re asking for?”
She shakes her head softly, but from his research, he knows she is merely shy, restrained by society and her religious upbringing.
Taking pity, he spares her from answering, quickly sinking back inside her.
He leans over her tiny frame, folding her in half as he seizes her other leg, placing it on his other shoulder.
Her flexibility is a delicious surprise.
He begins to fuck her hard, ramming into the very back of her tunnel so that the tip of his manhood knocks against her cervix with every thrust.
“Please, no more,” she groans, clawing at the bedding, shaking her head violently as he spears into her.
“Please just come already.”
“No,” he grunts. Being between her legs, finally, after a week of obsessively thinking about her nonstop, feels like a dream come true. He has no plan to stop just yet.
“Oh god, please come,” she cries.
He rakes her silky hair into a tight fist, holding the makeshift ponytail taut as he pounds her. Her hands shoot up to where she feels the tension on her scalp.
“Ow! You’re hurting me!”
“Quiet,” he snarls, pressing slightly on the sides of her throat with his other hand. “I’m not done with you yet.”
Despite all his sins, she makes him feel as if he is in heaven.
One hand clutches her aching scalp, the other seizing the hand pressing against her throat.
He briefly wonders how it would feel to come inside her.
It’s been so long since he’s had sex with a girl bareback, and the sensation of being raw inside Lila as she unwillingly spreads for him is intoxicating.
Flesh rubbing against flesh without the thin layer of a pesky condom to protect her from him as he dominates her.
He grips her ankles, lifting them from his shoulders and holding them out, relishing the sight of her beautiful body. Her large, perky breasts bounce as he burrows deep inside her.
“Please, just don’t come inside,” she begs, trying to string her words together. “I don’t want to get pregnant.”
A part of him laments finding out how wonderful it feels to be inside her this way. He wishes he could have done things differently so he could fuck her more than once.
She bucks beneath him, climaxing again. The idea of her being forced to come on his dick spurs him onwards. She had been infuriatingly prideful, refusing his money like a little brat.
He pulls out and takes her wrists in a tight hold.
Pinning her arms above her head with one hand, he explores her sex with the other.
His thumb kneads the swollen, sensitive pink bud while his fingers caress the inside of her silky tunnel.
He engulfs a hardened nipple in his mouth, suckling her breast as he plunges his fingers deep, waiting for his impending climax to subside.
“Please,” she moans. “No more.”
“Shut it. I’m not done with you.”
All he wants is to bury himself deep inside her and fuck her until he comes, but he doesn’t want it to end yet. He feels compelled to impart a harsh lesson to Lila: in this greedy world, everyone and everything has a price.
After what seems like an eternity in Hell, during which he edges himself using her body, he finally pulls out of her tight pussy for the last time.
Grabbing a fistful of her hair to pull her to her knees, he plunges his pulsating member into her mouth.
He ravishes the back of her throat, forcing her to gag and choke on him until he succumbs to his own release.
He then urges her to swallow every drop, and she obeys.
She watches wordlessly as he gathers her clothing from the floor. When finished, he dresses her piece by piece, then runs his fingers through her hair before pulling it back into a neat ponytail.
He kneels to slide her shoes onto her feet, and she feels a heavy numbness spreading through her, settling deep beneath her skin.