“Please,” I wail.
He lowers his body till the heat radiates against my skin. “Please what?” he husks. “Stop? Or fuck your pretty asshole like it belongs to me? Since it does.”
He pulls back and thrusts again. It hurts, but also feels good. There is a gnawing hunger that continues to build.
“Rub yourself and curl some fingers inside that pussy. Feel how soaked you are to have my cock drilling your ass.”
I bite out the word no, but my fingers are already slipping down to obey orders.
He kisses me, sucking on my tongue before he pushes his into my waiting mouth. All the while he’s slowly laying claim to me in the dirtiest, most forbidden way.
I pull my mouth from his, panting. “If you’re going to use me like a whore, why don’t you turn me over?”
He pulls out and flips me onto my belly. His hand burrows under me, knocking mine out of the way. His palm presses against my clit while his big fingers push into my pussy, filling me there. Then his cock reenters my bottom.
The stretch is uncomfortable, but also so achingly right. I whimper and squirm, but it does no good.
“Now you’re trapped,” he growls. “Just like a caged bird, like you were meant to be. My little Raven, you were always waiting for me to own you the way I’m going to right now.” He pounds into me, making me ache and scream.
The pressure on my clit connects with the hard reaming of my ass. Breathless with need, I turn my head and bite his forearm.
“Fuck,” he says, driving harder, making the bed bounce and crushing me into the soft mattress.
Whimpering and fisting the sheets, I writhe under him. A desperate longing twists in my belly. I’m pinned and frantic, with my bottom helplessly skewered by his cock, his body heavy on mine, trapping me.
An intensely painful pleasure grips me. Just as when he spanks me, I lose control, my body no longer my own.
He pauses, squeezes more lubricant onto himself and between my spread cheeks.
“Please!” I rasp.
He lowers his head, sucking on my shoulder as he presses his hips forward and then draws back.
I tear at the sheets and try to escape.
He holds me in place, driving deeper. “Where do you think you’re going? Should I strap you down, little girl? And lock a collar around your neck, so you remember how to be a good little slave?”
I shriek as I come, racked with a powerful orgasm that rattles my bones.
“Mmm. Good girl.” He resumes a punishing rhythm, sodomizing me soundly, possessing me in ways I never thought possible.
He groans and curses, fucking me until he fills me with cum.
I cry softly into the sheets, loving the wild and hard release I get when he says dirty dominant things while he uses me.
He rolls onto his back, breathing hard. His skin is damp with sweat and glistening in the sunlight.
“Fuck,” he says, his hand sliding down to squeeze my ass.
“A house isn’t enough,” I say, sniffling. “You have to buy me a swimming pool too.”
“Yeah,” he says.
“And a boat,” I say after a beat. “A yacht maybe.”
“Yeah.”
“I’m serious,” I say, though I’m not.
