Chapter 20 #2
He shifted his position, his hand moving from my ass to the front.
I gasped as he began to spank my pussy. He didn't use his full force, but the rhythmic, stinging slaps against my vulva sent jolts of electricity through my body.
I arched back, like a cat in heat, pressing my ass to his cock as he continued t tease me, hitting the sensitive outer lips, the skin reddening under the assault.
Each slap made me shudder, my clit throbbing, my juices flowing more freely, mixing with the bathwater.
"You like that, don't you my little slut? This is just a reminder of who's in charge."
"I hate you," I whimpered, though my hips were bucking, seeking more of the sting.
"Liar." He grabbed my hair, pulling my head back as he positioned himself.
With one powerful, unrelenting thrust, he slid into me. I screamed, the sensation of his thick cock filling me completely, stretching my walls until I thought I might split. He didn't ease in; he claimed me, his body slamming against mine with a wet, heavy thud.
"I already know this is what you want from me?" he growled, his voice a low rumble of dominance. “There’s no need to fake it. This cock is yours.”
He began to fuck me with a brutal, rhythmic intensity.
He wasn't being gentle, he was abusing my cunt, driving himself deep, hitting my cervix with every punishing stroke.
I could hear the sounds of it, the squelching noise of our wet bodies colliding, the air being pushed out of me in ragged gasps.
The water splashed wildly over the sides of the tub, soaking the floor, but the heat of the encounter drowned out everything else.
He leaned over me, biting hard into the meat of my shoulder.
I shrieked, the pain mixing with the pleasure, sending sparks through my nervous system.
He moved to my neck, sucking a dark, purple bruise into my skin, before his teeth sank into the muscles of my back.
All the while, he continued to spank me, his hand hitting my ass in time with the thrusts of his hips, the cracks of skin on skin blending with the sounds of our exertion.
"I'm gonna let you do what you do best, Lantana," he groaned, his voice thick with lust, his breath hot against my skin. "Milk my cock. Take every inch of it."
He reached around, his fingers finding my clit. He didn't rub it this time; he pinched it, a sharp, sudden pressure that made my vision go white.
"That's payback for the scar you gave it," he whispered, his voice dark and vengeful.
I sobbed, my body convulsing around him.
The combination of his deep thrusts and the pain on my clit was too much.
He began to fuck me harder, wildly, our bodies slamming together in a heart-pounding rhythm.
The sensation of his thick shaft sliding through my slick walls creating a vacuum of pleasure that threatened to consume me.
“God, Legion,” I gasped, unable to talk.
“That’s it baby, use it to fuck yourself on.”
He suddenly stopped moving, spanking me lightly so that I’d jerk my hips and I did, I began to sway back and forth on his dick as he watched us through the mirror.
“You’re such a fucking pretty little whore,” she swore as he spanked me again.
Taking a hold of my hips, he slammed them back onto his cock and cried out, feeling th ten in my body building. I wanted it. I wanted the oblivion of him.
“Cum on my cock, baby. Be a good girl.”
I screamed his name, the sound raw and guttural, as my pussy clamped down on him in a series of violent, rhythmic convulsions.
Legion let out a low, animalistic roar as he drove himself in, over and over as my lust took over and I came for him.
He thrust one last time, burying his length as deep as possible, his balls slapping against my ass with a wet thud.
I felt the hot, thick jet of his cum painting my internal walls, a flood of warmth that seemed to fill me to the brim.
He shuddered against me, his muscles locking, his breath coming in jagged heaves as he emptied himself inside me.
We stayed like that for a long moment, feeling each other’s heart beat, the only sound the dripping of water from the tub and the heavy thrum of our breathing.
"You love cumming on my cock, don't you, pretty girl?" he panted, his voice returning to that smug, dominant tone. "You love using it without permission. You love the way it feels when you can't stop yourself."
I moaned, the word barely a whisper, my body still shuddering from the aftershocks.
I leaned my head against the cool porcelain, my mind drifting back.
He was right. I had abused him. I remembered the feeling of him on the table, drugged and helpless, the way I had taken what I wanted from him while he could only grunt in confusion and pleasure.
I had had my way with him, treating his body like a toy for my own gratification, exploring every inch of him while he couldn’t move.
As I felt his cream leaking slowly from me, mixing with the warm bathwater in a milky cloud, I didn't feel a shred of guilt.
I didn't regret a single second of it. I closed my eyes, savoring the lingering sting on my skin and the fullness in my womb, knowing that no matter where he went, he was permanently marked by me.