Chapter 11
Storm
I didn’t have time to fully wake and process his words before his weight was on me, his mouth on mine like he already owned it, his lips forcing my jaw wide and the thick heat of his tongue pressing deep.
My hands came up on instinct, grabbing at his shoulders, but he didn’t seem to notice, just kissed me like he was claiming territory, and my body answered in the same language.
My hips moved against his, wanting more friction and heat while his cock pressed against me without entering me, and he ravaged my mouth like a man possessed. I could only vaguely process his hand on my breast, his thumb swiping around and over my nipple.
When I was so crazy with need I thought I might beg him for more, he pulled back from the kiss and looked down at me, dark eyes giving off Heathcliff vibes, the power of that stare a physical weight daring me to tell him to stop while he pressed the head of his cock to my entrance and held it there.
I pushed up with my hips in answer, and he thrust inside me, driving the air from my lungs.
His grim expression and unflinching gaze bored into me and felt as if he was prying into my soul so he could watch me submit, watch me accept how intensely he was claiming me, because there was no other way to define this.
He pulled out, drove deep, and then my mouth flew into an O while he pounded me, forcing me open around his thick cock while sounds I didn’t recognize flowed from my chest. My hands grabbed his arms on instinct, fingers digging into his shoulders as my body tried to adjust to the sudden, brutal stretch. Too much, too fast, too damned big.
The heat of his mouth was suddenly back on mine, forcing my jaw so wide open it was yet another brutal stretch while he worked himself in and out of my pussy, thrusting into me over and over, driving a little deeper each time, spreading me wider and wider until the burn was a blaze and I pushed at him with my hands, but he didn’t slow, didn’t back off.
Every millimeter deeper, forcing and prying me farther open, stretching me painfully.
The thick base of his cock stretched me far beyond what I thought I could take, and still he kept pushing deeper, working himself into me with relentless thrusts that stretched me impossibly more every time he drove back in.
My thighs shook and he pressed my shins closer to the bed, changing the angle and opening me even more.
Every new thrust sharpened the stretch until I gasped against his mouth, and he kissed me through it, swallowing the broken sounds I made while his too-fat cock demanded room I couldn’t provide, but he uncompromisingly drove deeper, ruthlessly splitting me so fucking wide I couldn’t breathe.
He shifted my legs farther apart and fucked me with a different intention — apparently far enough inside to finally get down to business.
In the back of my mind, I was aware he wasn’t fully inside me, his body still a long way from touching me when he slammed into me over and over, pummeling me beyond reason, faster and faster, hips snapping into mine like he’d been holding back for days.
He let go of my left leg and slid his right hand between us, fingers pressing and massaging all around my clit without quite touching it — close enough that every thrust made me feel the promise of pressure and heat without delivering either while his other hand pressed my leg farther out, and the angle made him feel even bigger inside me while I chased an orgasm just out of reach, wavering on some precipice he controlled.
I couldn’t think, couldn’t protest, could barely manage to draw air into my lungs — could only lie under him and take it while he invaded and breached every sense, every defense, seizing total control.
Every thrust punched wrecked sounds out of me, and my cunt clenched painfully around him while he pounded me open, his gaze on my face, those dark eyes boring into me.
The fingers around my clit finally touched it, squeezing and pressing while he kept driving into me, and the combination short-circuited every nerve ending in my body.
The orgasm hit like a detonation, exploding outward while my entire body locked up.
My toes curled hard enough to cramp. My back bowed off the bed.
My insides contracted in brutal spasms that ripped through me in painful waves because it couldn’t tighten around his impossible width, so fucking thick inside me — and still, he fucked me through it, moving inside me, pressing harder to open me even wider.
I came so hard I couldn’t even scream — just broken, gasping sounds against his mouth while my inner muscles desperately tried to spasm around him.
He didn’t stop. He fucked me straight through the orgasm, hips never slowing, hand never leaving my clit, until the pleasure turned sharp and almost unbearable, and I was shaking under him, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes.
Only then did he finally bury himself deep and hold there, grinding against me while the last violent pulses of my orgasm milked around his too-thick cock.
I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Could only feel him — huge and hot and completely in control — while my body kept trying to twitch and clench around him like it didn’t know how to stop.
One second, he was buried deep inside me, and the next he was pulling out and sliding down my body. I barely had time to suck in a breath before his shoulders were between my thighs and his mouth was on me. I didn’t think he’d come, but maybe he had?
I didn’t know, but all thoughts deserted me when he dragged his tongue with slow deliberation through my folds, and my back arched off the bed.
He licked me like he had all the time in the world, tasting where he’d just been.
Two fingers circled my clit in slow, firm strokes — not quite touching it directly, just working the swollen flesh around it until I was shaking.
Then his tongue pushed inside me, soothing sore tissues even while his scruffy beard irritated around the entrance.
I made a high, broken sound I didn’t recognize while he fucked me with his mouth, and his fingers worked all around my clit.
When I moved my hips, he pressed the fingers around my clit down, holding me still and keeping me exactly where he wanted me.
When I couldn’t stand it anymore, I reached down and grabbed at his hair, not sure if I was trying to pull him closer or push him away.
And he switched without warning — sealing his mouth over my clit while thick fingers drove into me and curled hard against that spot inside.
The sudden pressure made my lights burst behind my eyes.
I cried out and tried to twist away from the intensity, but he sucked harder on my clit and ever-so-lightly bit down, pinning me in place with teeth and hands.
He teased me until I thought I’d go mad, and then finally sent me over the top and fucking kept me there, every nerve pathway in my body alive and short-circuiting while my body writhed in ecstasy under him — and he didn’t let me come down from the apex.
When the pleasure started to ebb, he’d suck harder on my clit, or alter the way his fingers worked inside me.
My whole body locked up, trembling violently while waves of pleasure threatened to drown me, each one crashing into the next until I was fighting for air and clawing at the sheets.
It felt like he was pulling a never-ending orgasm out of me by force, dragging it on and on until my muscles burned and my vision went dark at the edges.
I think I said his name again, or maybe I just made random sounds while he kept going, mouth and fingers working me without mercy until pleasure tipped over into a release so intense it was equal parts bliss and agony.
My back bowed hard, my toes curled tight.
My entire body froze into a statue, and I couldn’t breathe.
He didn’t ease off until I was completely limp, and even then, he persisted with slow, thorough licks that made me twitch and whimper, until he finally lifted his head.
I lay there staring at the ceiling, chest heaving, legs still trembling around his shoulders while little aftershocks kept rolling through me. My brain was scrambled and I couldn’t form a single coherent thought.
He kissed the inside of my thigh, slow and almost gentle, then rose over me and savagely rammed himself inside me again.
I was already swollen and raw from the first time, and he drove deep, forcing more broken sounds from me.
My hands flew to his arms again, fingers digging in hard as he settled his weight over me and fucked me in earnest from the start — harder and faster than anyone ever has before, and all I could do was open my mouth in a silent scream.
This round was nothing like the first, his hips pummeling me with a brutal rhythm.
Every thrust punched the air from my lungs and scraped me even more raw inside, but I couldn’t do anything, could only take it — my legs spread wide, my body jolting with every plunge.
His inescapable gaze stayed locked on my face the entire time.
Like he wanted to watch every iota cross my face to prove how much he was fucking hurting me.
Thankfully, this round seemed to just be about him finally getting his rocks off, because as soon as I was close, he ordered me to come, and once again, my body clenched hard around him and my world imploded into the most ecstatic agony ever, the friction and stretch too much, but his voice demanding I massage his cock and come for him enough to send me to the stratosphere while he kept fucking me at his superhuman relentless pace until I felt him start to lose rhythm — and then, finally, he pulled out, yanked the condom off, and came on my stomach in hot, thick stripes while the end of my orgasm rocked through me.
My gaze went immediately to his cock, and I could only stare because my brain couldn’t make sense of what I was seeing for several long seconds.
The end of it was more of a massive misshapen ball than an actual head.
The wrist-sized shaft behind it narrowed only slightly before rapidly flaring out again in a sharp, terrifying swell that made my stomach flip just looking at it.
By the time it reached the base, it was brutally thick, easily as wide around as a saucer, the kind of girth that should never, ever fit inside a woman.
It didn’t even look real. It looked like something designed to ruin someone. Like one of those fake monster dildos, but way fucking bigger.
And that explained why he didn’t get all the way inside me.
And even then, however much he’d managed to force into me had demanded more room than my body could give.
I could still feel the ache of how far he had managed to get, the deep, bruised soreness radiating through my entire lower torso, and the sight of what had created the damage made it worse.
Made me clench involuntarily around nothing, like my body was still trying to adjust even once it was out.
My gaze went from his cock to his face, still braced over me, watching my expression. He looked down, rubbed his come into my stomach, smearing it in.
“First three orgasms are free,” he said, voice low and rough. His eyes met mine again, calm and certain. “You’ll earn every release I allow from this point forward. I decide your pleasure, not you. No more masturbating.”
I stared at him, letting his words soak in, and then slowly nodded.
I knew it was dangerous, letting him dictate rules like this as if we were already in power exchange, but I couldn’t find it in me to argue. I’d wanted him to take charge, and now he had.
“Use your words when you acknowledge a rule. I believe the words you’re looking for are, ‘Yes, Sir.’”
I swallowed hard, took a breath, and managed to actually get the words out. “Yes, Sir. No more masturbating.”
He sat back on his heels and tilted his head. “I won’t overwhelm you with more rules just yet. You’ll want a shower, and then I’ll explain my house rules over breakfast, before I show you what gets dusted. You shouldn’t need a safeword, but we’ll start with one. What do you use?”
Start with one? The idea he wasn’t a fan of safewords went straight to my clit and made my pussy clench. I detest them, but it’s rare that I’ll agree to do away with them. The goal, though, is to trust someone enough to be able to permanently toss them.
“I’ve played in clubs enough, it’s easiest to stick to red and yellow, Sir.”
His infinitesimal smile told me he appreciated the honorific. “Does red end the scene or just stop it so we can talk?”
“The latter, Sir. Yellow will almost always come before a red, so we don’t have to stop.”
Technically, these discussions are supposed to take place outside of power exchange, but how fucking hot was it for him to break that rule? Fuck, I was too damned sore to take him again, but I damned well needed him all over again.