2 - Overpowered #4
He took both hands and clamped them around my thighs, pulling my legs apart, exposing the glistening delta between my thighs.
He slapped me there, the pain shocking the most sensitive part of me.
He touched me with every right to touch me because I was his and there was nothing he could do that was wrong.
He touched me as though I had been touched before, but of course I hadn’t.
The overwhelming, intoxicating sensations rippled through me, and my eyes went wide.
The scream in my mouth was silenced by shock, and the cacophony in my mind was deafening.
Then it came. It rumbled within me, and it flew through me like a storm. It crackled and lanced, becoming bigger than anything I had felt before, and then it gushed through me as I quivered.
His fingers were lodged inside me, curling and penetrating, reaching deep, pulling all my soul out and making me feel like jelly. Sweat prickled on my brow as my skin was flushed. The orgasm thundered through me, leaving me gasping and writhing, clutching at the sheets.
“How do you think you taste?” he asked.
Before I could answer, he was already wiping his fingers across my lips. I hungrily caught them in my mouth, sucking on them deep and flicking my tongue around them, trying to clean up all of my mess that was on him.
He snarled and smirked, enjoying how I was degrading myself for him.
And I learned that I tasted sweet.
I told him this, adding Sir on the end.
“Mmm … Good slut. I knew you were a natural,” he said, wrapping his hand around the back of my head, holding me tightly, kissing me. When he finished, he licked his own lips and nodded. “Yes, you are sweet,” he said.
Then he pulled his top away, revealing his muscles. He undressed completely, and I gazed at the beauty of his masculine figure. He was already erect, his long cock pointing straight out of his body, with a shadow of dark hair at the base.
A deep hunger gnawed at me, as though there was something in my brain that told me I needed him.
I needed him so badly. I reached out for him, but he batted my hands away.
He caught them both in his and pulled them up over my head.
Then, with his other hand still gripping the back of my head, he pulled me toward him.
Before I knew it, I was choking on his cock as though it was my last meal.
My lips were wrapped tightly around him, and he was hitting the back of my throat, showing me no mercy.
Tears filled my eyes, and my arms ached, but I wanted more.
I wanted to prove that I could be the dirtiest, sluttiest sub that he had ever had.
I let him fuck my face, and I dribbled all over him.
Saliva drenched my chin and dripped on my tits, and it completely covered his cock.
He caught my face in his hand and squeezed my cheeks.
“You’re a fucking delight,” he said, and then he kissed me hard before he made me gag on his cock again. Then he pulled me away and pushed me down to the bed.
My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breaths, while he picked his belt up off the floor. He had a mean look on his face. I could sense the hostile energy radiating off him, but that was men in a nutshell. I was his sub, and I would take whatever he wanted.
He folded the belt in two and flogged me with it, cracking it like a whip over my breasts.
The pain was intense. My gasps were, too.
My screams couldn’t be heard over the loud sounds of the party.
Deep red marks crisscrossed my torso, scars I hoped I would bear for a lifetime. I wanted his mark of ownership.
I trembled and shuddered under the ferocity of his blows, and I fell in love with the display of dominance.
Then he unfolded the belt and curled it around my neck. He tied it in a knot and held it tight. I could barely breathe, but I could suck on just about enough to keep me alive.
My mind became heady as he mounted me, plunging his thick cock inside me without any hesitation. He ran deep, and I thought he was going to split me in two.
I reached up to cling to his swollen biceps.
His arms were thick trunks, and I could tell that he was putting everything into choking me with this belt.
His weight dominated me, and I couldn’t move.
He had me completely at his mercy, pinned down, and all I could do was lie there and wait for him to be done with me.
It was pure heaven.
I felt his hips slam against me as he drove himself into me over and over again.
Incandescent lust flowed through me like lava flowing after a volcano.
I was burning up inside, and my skin was on fire.
My soul soared as my Dom took me. My Dom …
Oh yes, I was his. I was his. I was HIS, and he was doing what any good Dom should do with his sub—fucking me into oblivion, tearing me apart, leaving nothing behind.
Just fuck me, Drake. Oh yes … fuck me, FUCK me …
His fury was tremendous, and his passion was unending. He pulled at my hair and twisted my body, biting me and kissing me, his hot breath as wild as an animal until he let his shuddering pleasure out, and then he was done, and I could breathe again…