Chapter 17 #6
“You like that?” he asked, a smirk playing on his lips. “You like when I fuck you so deep?”
I couldn’t say a word. I could only babble, a stream of incoherent pleas and moans that I didn’t recognize as my own.
He increased his pace, his muscles flexing and straining, his movements becoming harder, more demanding, as his enormous cock punished my pussy.
The bed creaked in protest, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the quiet cabin.
He was fucking me in earnest now—long, hard, deep strokes pistoning in and out of my bound body—taking what he wanted, using my body for his pleasure. And I was loving every second of it.
My orgasm crept up on me, a fierce, insidious, building heat that started in my toes and worked its way up my legs, in my nipples, and worked its way down.
“Andrei.” I gasped his name, my hands clenching into fists. “I’m… I’m going to…”
“Not yet,” he commanded. He slowed his movements, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in with a sudden brutal thrust that made me see stars.
“Please,” I begged, thrashing wildly. “Please, let me come. Oh, God, please, Andrei!”
He laughed at me again. “You’ll come when I say you can come.”
He withdrew his cock from me again, leaving my pussy desperately clasping for what it wanted. Then he reached between us, his fingers finding my clit. He circled the hard, sensitive nub with a light, teasing touch and I squirmed and keened beneath his massive body.
Every nerve in me was on fire, screaming for release. He was pushing me to the very edge of my endurance, a masterful, cruel puppeteer pulling all my strings.
I teetered on the precipice, trembling with the force of my denied release as he tapped my clit. The pleasure was so intense it was almost painful, a tangle of frantic tension that had nowhere to go and it was slowly driving me insane.
He leaned down, placing his lips on the shell of my ear. “Come for me,” he whispered, and slammed back into me on his roared command of “Now!”
He pinched my clit as his cock slammed home, and my entire world shattered.
Lightning sizzled up and down my nerves and veins and limbs.
My thighs tensed, my body arched up, balanced on the back of my head and the tips of my toes, and my fingers grabbed onto the silk ties holding me captive.
Intense sensation crashed through me, my every nerve igniting all at once.
My pussy clamped down around his cock, milking him for everything he was worth.
I didn’t know if I was coming or dying, but I never wanted it to stop.
He rode me through it, his thrusts never ceasing, dragging out my pleasure until I was a sobbing, writhing, screaming mess beneath this incredible man.
When my orgasm finally faded, he pulled out, and I whimpered at the sudden loss. My body was trembling, my mind a hazy, blissed-out fog.
Then he was moving, untangling the silk ties from my wrists and ankles with a speed and efficiency that was almost startling. The soft fabric slid away, leaving faint red marks on my skin.
I was free.
Before I could even think to move, he was on me again. He didn’t give me a moment to recover. He hooked an arm behind my back and another under my knees, lifting me as if I weighed nothing.
He spun around, seating himself on the edge of the bed. I landed on his lap, my back to his chest, my legs straddling his thighs. His hard, wet cock was a thick, pulsing beast against the small of my back.
I was dazed from the intensity of my last orgasm, my body pliant and limp in his arms. He shifted me, and I felt the broad, blunt head of him press against the tight, puckered ring of my bottom hole.
My entire body went instantly rigid and I began to struggle against his hold on me.
“No! Not there!” My panic made me actually squeal, a surge of genuine fear cutting through the post-orgasmic haze.
He chuckled as his arm wrapped around my waist. His other hand tangled in my hair, tilting my head back against his shoulder.
“Not there?” he mimicked, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of my ear. “But I thought that’s what sassy little teases like you wanted. To be taken in the ass like a bad girl. To be reminded who’s in charge.”
“You’re too big,” I cried. The memory of the stretch in my pussy was still too fresh. The thought of taking him in my ass was terrifying.
“I know,” he snarled, a dark satisfaction in his tone. “It’s going to hurt. That’s the point.”
Then, without any further warning, he impaled me.
He didn’t ease into it. He pulled me down with a single ruthless, powerful tug of his arm around my waist, using his raw masculine strength to conquer me.
My world fractured. A scream tore from my throat, raw and animalistic, a sound of pure agony as the wide, flared head of his cock forced its way past my tight ring of muscle. The blinding burn was immediate, a searing, tearing pain that stole the very air from my lungs.
There was no mercy.
He kept pulling me down, turning my own body weight and gravity into my enemies, driving himself deeper into the hot, unyielding channel of my ass.
He stretched me so wide that it felt like I was going to rip apart.
The pain was so intense it was dizzying, a white-hot brand that seemed to sear every nerve ending in my body.
“Breathe, princess,” he commanded, his voice growling against my ear. “Breathe through the pain I’m giving you.”
His other hand fisted in my hair, holding my head immobile against his shoulder, forcing me to accept the brutal invasion.
I could barely breathe. I couldn’t think. The only thing that existed was the unyielding, brutal reality of his cock forcing its way deeper, deeper, inch by agonizing inch into my ass.
He didn’t stop for one second until he was buried to the hilt.
“There,” he said, a dark satisfaction in his tone. “There it is. All of it. In. Your. Ass.”
Every muscle in my body was seized and frozen, trying to reject this impossible invasion in a place that was never meant to be taken this way.
He let me adjust for a long moment, just holding me there, letting the burning agony slowly, grudgingly begin to morph into something else.
A deep, hot, throbbing ache that was still immense pain, but a different kind of pain.
A profound, invasive agony that was tangled with a strange, dark sense of being completely possessed.
Then he started to move.
His hips drew back as he lifted me, pulling his cock all the way out of my ass in a slow, agonizing drag while I keened deliriously.
When he popped free I grabbed a grateful breath while I could.
He immediately reversed, pulling me down as he slammed himself back up into me, breaching my tight, tormented hole without mercy.
A choked sob escaped my lips. The pain was blinding, racing up and down my spine.
He did it again, and then again, establishing a slow, punishing rhythm that was designed to break me.
He wasn’t just fucking me. He was claiming me.
Possessing me. Teaching me a lesson I would never forget: I belonged to him.
His hand moved from my waist, snaking between my legs. His fingers found my clit, still swollen and sensitive from my previous orgasms. He began to circle it, over and over again in a rhythm that drove me wild even as I took each merciless thrust inside my ass.
I whimpered, a confusing, contradictory wave of sensations washing over me.
The pain in my bottom was a ruthless, devastating fire, but the need building in my clit was a different kind of heat.
He was playing me like an instrument now, a master of pleasure and pain, and my body was a slave to his will.
He began to whisper in my ear, his voice a low, hypnotic growl that was more effective than any command.
“You feel that, princess?” His fingers never ceased their wicked circling.
“That’s the point where pain starts to feel like pleasure. That’s the point where you stop fighting and start accepting that I’m fucking your tight little ass because I want to. Accepting that this is where you belong. On my cock. In my arms. Taking what I give you. Giving me what I want.”
I could only pant, my head lolling back against his shoulder, my body a quivering heap of conflicting sensations. He was right. The harsh edges of the pain were blurring, melting into a deep, throbbing ache that was almost too good.
He shifted, lifting me slightly, changing the angle of his thrusts.
The new angle sent a jolt of agonizing ecstasy straight through me.
The pain was still there, a constant, burning background noise, but the hot sensation he was drawing from my treacherous clit was taking over in a rising tide that was threatening to drown me if this went on much longer.
“Look at you,” he breathed. “So responsive. So desperate for it. You love this, don’t you? You love being taken like this. Used. Fucked in the ass until you can’t remember your own name.”
I could only moan as my hips began to rock in a desperate, needy rhythm, meeting his thrusts and chasing the high he was giving me.
His fingers on my clit moved faster, circling the hard, sensitive nub with a pressure that was almost painful.
“Come for me,” he commanded. “Let me feel you come around my cock while I’m buried so deep in your ass.”
That was all it took.
The coil in my belly snapped, and my world shattered for a fourth time.
The orgasm ripped through me, a violent, concussive wave that stole my breath and my sanity.
It was different this time, even more intense than all the rest, a full-body seizure that started in my core and radiated outward, leaving me shaking and screaming in its wake.
My ass clenched around him, a tight, rhythmic spasm that milked his own orgasm from him. He roared as he finally came, pumping me full of his release. The feeling of him pulsing inside me, the hot rush of his seed, was a final, possessive brand that cemented my complete submission. I was his.
For a long moment, we just stayed like that, me collapsed against his chest, him still buried deep inside me, both of us panting, our bodies slick with sweat.
Then slowly, carefully he lifted me off him, laying me down on the bed as if I were a precious and fragile creature. I winced as he withdrew, a fresh, sharp ache flaring on my spanked bottom and in my abused hole.
He stretched out beside me, pulling me into his arms, my back against his chest. He didn’t say a word, just wrapped his arms around me and held me close.
I lay there, boneless and exhausted, my mind a hazy, blissed-out fog, helpless tears leaking from my eyes. Every muscle in my body ached. My backside throbbed inside and out.
I felt wrecked.
Ruined.
And more content than I had ever been in my entire life.