Page 131 of The Donovan Dynasty


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“You have no idea what it does for me,” he said, “seeing you like this.Tied down.Helpless.Trusting.”

He’d created that bond, by doing what he said he would.

She felt him move closer, and the tip of his cock teased her pussy.He began to slip in and out, inserting just the head then, as she started to moan, giving her longer strokes.

He rocked his hips.

As much as she was able, she pushed back, inviting him in.

He put one hand on her waist, and she savored his powerful grip.

“Yes.Yes!”she said.

He put a lubed finger into her ass, sliding in easily.

The combination made her feel full.

Then he inserted a second, spreading her wider as he continued to push his cock in and out.

She was lost.“I want… Want…”

“Tell me.”

“Everything.”

He pulled out his fingers out.Then she felt him at her rear, the solidness of him pushing into her, forcing her sphincter apart.

“I…I…”

Her abdominal muscles failed her and she collapsed her whole weight against the platform.

“Bear down.”

“Arr…”

“Bear down,” he repeated.

“Can’t…”

“You can.”

She pulled against the restraints, yanking up on them.

He eased back, and she exhaled in gratitude.Then he moved forward again.

“You can do this,” he said softly.He let go of her waist and moved that hand under her so he could play with her pussy, distracting her.

Conflicting sensations short-circuited her brain.Anguish as he continued to force his cock inside her tight ass, unfurling desire in her belly from the way he played between her labia, the lingering pain from the beating and the consuming drive to transcend it all.

“You’re doing great.”

He pinched her clit.She yelped, squirmed, tried to twist away, and that was all it took.He rammed his cock all the way inside her ass, then he stopped for a minute.

“I’ve never…”

“You’re there.Go with it.”

He pinned her totally against the spanking bench.She was lost.Helpless.His.