Chapter 40 #2
“I want you to watch me fuck you,” he crooned, looking up at the screen he’d turned her toward. “Look at how beautiful you are. So sweet and submissive for me.”
He sat back, rubbing the head of his cock over her wet slit, teasing her until she began to press back at him desperately.
On the screen, she watched his muscles ripple under the harsh lighting as he lined his cock up.
He didn’t press into her—instead, he grabbed her hips and pulled, forcing her to do the work of taking him.
She pushed back as far as she could, rocking a little when he caught inside her.
Inch by inch, she worked him deeper until he was seated against her cervix.
His fingers were still vibrating against her clit, now in rhythmic pulses that she timed her thrusts to like the beat of a metronome. She was mindless with pleasure, so far gone that when he spit on her ring of muscle and pressed his thumb inside, she didn’t bother with the pretense of protesting.
When he finally took control of the pace, she sobbed with relief.
“Shhh,” he soothed. “Don’t cry, beautiful. I know what you need.”
His thumb fucked her in the opposite rhythm of his cock, so she was never completely empty. The fingers between her labia wandered lazily as they vibrated, teasing every inch of her sensitive flesh.
When she closed her eyes, overwhelmed, he spanked her hard in reprimand.
“Eyes open. I told you to watch.”
She mewled her acquiescence, forcing her eyes back to the screen.
Her skin was flushed and shining with sweat, bright red over her ass where he’d hit her.
Sam’s expression was feral as he fucked her to the brink of insanity.
The dancing shadows of his muscled body were enthralling beneath the harsh spotlight.
Tears spilled over the bridge of her nose and soaked the sheets beneath her cheek from the sheer intensity of sensation he was leveraging against her.
She could see the shadowy audience behind them on the screen.
The very edges of the spotlight spilled enough luminance for her to make out most of the front row, but the rest of the crowd she could only make out in the shifting of shadows when they moved.
The weight of their gaze was like fingertips brushing over her sensitive skin.
Sam’s tongue slipped out of his mouth as he curled over her back, snaking out to drag with wet, velvet heat up the length of her spine, leaving a tingling trail of his saliva in its wake.
“You’re mine,” he said reverently with his lips against her ear. “And if you ever forget it, we have all these witnesses to attest to it.”
She made a strangled sound, her cunt clenching at his possessive words.
“Say it. In front of all of them.”
“I’m yours,” she whimpered.
“Good girl,” he purred.
He caught her clit in the seam between two fingers and cranked up the vibration at the same moment that his tongue traced the shell of her ear.
Her eyes rolled back in her head. She was coming so hard she was helpless not to scream at the force of it.
Her thighs seized, shaking violently as she clenched around him.
She thought he would finish with her then, but he only shifted with her, dragging her down onto her side and spooning her from behind without pulling out of her.
He’d positioned her facing the screen so she could see what a mess he’d made of her.
Her hair clung to her sweat-drenched skin.
Her bra was halfway down her arms, exposing every lewd bob of her breasts as Sam thrust into her.
His hand hooked under her knee and draped it over his bent leg, holding her open so everyone could see the slide of his cock in and out of her swollen pussy.
She whined and tried to bury her face in the pillow, the very last of her resistance, but he pushed her hair back and caught her chin, forcing her to watch the screen.
“You may as well get used to the sight,” he murmured, seating himself deep and grinding against her ass. “This is the rest of your life. I’m going to take you every day, you know that? I don’t think I can get by without seeing you like this at least that often, begging me for more or for mercy.”
“Please,” she whispered, trying to squeeze her legs shut. “I can’t take any more.”
He laughed darkly in her ear. “Oh, yes, just like that.” His fingers trailed over her hip and back between her labia.
She pushed at his wrist, but he didn’t relent.
“You’re not saying stop.”
She should. It would be that easy, but… but… “I can’t,” she whined instead.
“Oh, I think you can.” He fucked her slow and deep this time, his fingers circling over her clit at a human speed instead of vibrating. It made the climb agonizingly slow.
“You’re so perfect,” he murmured, his lips ghosting over the curve of her ear. “I know you don’t believe it yet, but you will. I’ll make you. I have nothing but time.”
With those sweet words, she came apart one final time, jerking in his arms. It was a gentler orgasm than the last had been, but still toe-curling in intensity.
He fucked her through it, his pace rough and erratic, and he moaned low in her ear as he followed her down.
Cooling relief filled her abused inner muscles, and he pulled out of her, pumping his cock as he aimed more of that soothing blue fluid over her swollen vulva.
A drone came in close for the money shot, the lens audibly whirring as it zoomed in on her.
The sight of her sticky, swollen sex on the screen made her whimper with a strange cocktail of arousal and embarrassment.
Yet as the last shudders of her orgasm began to subside, so too did the strange exhibitionism that had come over her.
She rolled onto her hip, squeezing her knees together as anxiety strangled her.
Helplessly, she looked to Sam. He was moving in an instant, pulling her panties back up her legs and gathering her into his arms. She buried her face in the crook of his neck, curling in on herself as he fixed her bra.
“Well, that was a rare treat indeed,” the emcee said, stepping out onto the stage. “Let’s give a round of applause to our incredible volunteer for her demonstration!”
“Are you okay?” Sam asked with his lips to her ear as his thumb swept a tear off her cheek.
They were safe to talk for the moment, every sound swept away by the thunder of applause.
“Yeah.” She didn’t know if she was lying or not.
“You’re crying,” he said disapprovingly, wiping away another tear.
“I can’t help it.” She curled tighter into him. “I’m overwhelmed.”
With a sound of frustration, he slid his arms beneath her and dragged her off the bed.