“You hear that?” His voice is a growl in my ear, cruel and jagged. His cock slams deep, harder, meaner, making me scream. “That’s the sound of your ass giving up for me. That’s the sound of mine.”
“Please—”
“Please what?” He yanks my head back by the chain until I’m arched, choking, eyes streaming. “You begging me to stop, or begging me to ruin you deeper?”
I sob, words slurred, broken. “Deeper—fuck?—”
“Say it clear.” His hips crash into me, brutal. “Say you want me to split you open.”
“I want it—God—I want you to split me open!”
His laugh is savage, vicious. “Good fucking girl.”
His hand shoves between my thighs, grinding my clit while he keeps battering me from behind. The shock of pain and filthy pleasure rips me wide open, body convulsing as I break apart, screaming his name.
He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t even slow. His cock pistons harder, his growl hot against my ear. “Cum on my cock, on my fist, on the fucking bridge. Let them hear it. Let the whole world know you’re nothing but mine.”
My body obeys, helpless, convulsing around him, juices soaking my thighs, mixing with the pain as I collapse forward, sobbing, shaking.
He snarls, slamming deeper, hips bruising against me. “Whose ass is this?”
“Yours—fuck—it’s yours, Dax!”
“Whose hole do I own?”
“Yours! All of me—yours!”
“That’s fucking right.” He drives one final brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt, cock twitching, exploding inside me. His growl shreds the night as he empties himself, holding me down by the chain, forcing me to take it all.
When he finally lets me collapse, I’m shaking, ruined, dripping down my thighs, his cum hot inside me, my throat raw from screaming.
He drags the necklace tight once more, forcing my tear-streaked face up to meet his. His eyes are feral, wild.
“Look at you,” he sneers, breath hot, cock still throbbing inside me. “Broken. Branded. Exactly how you were meant to be.”
He doesn’t pull out. Not yet. He stays buried, the chain biting into my throat as he keeps me pinned, cock still hard, still pulsing inside me. My sobs shake against the planks, but he drags my head back until I’m arched, his mouth right at my ear.
“You think I’m done with you, Butterfly?” His voice is low, lethal. “You think one little orgasm means you get to breathe?”
I shake my head, choking. “N-no?—”
His hand fists in my hair, yanking so hard my scalp screams. “Say it. Say you don’t get to breathe unless I let you.”
Tears burn hot down my cheeks. “I don’t—I don’t get to breathe unless you let me.”
“Good girl.” His cock grinds deeper, sharp, brutal. “Now thank me. Thank me for ruining you.”
My stomach twists, shame burning, but his chain bites harder, forcing the words out. “Th-thank you.”
His laugh is jagged, vicious. “Not good enough.” He thrusts hard, punishing. “Say thank you for breaking me. Thank you for owning me. Thank you for being the only reason I even fucking exist.”
I sob, voice splintered. “Thank you for breaking me. Thank you for owning me. Thank you for—God—being the only reason I exist.”
“That’s better.” His teeth scrape down my neck, biting until I cry out, his words hot against the bruise. “Filthy little Butterfly, begging for the man who left you to tear you apart all over again. You love it. Don’t fucking lie.”
“I—” My voice cracks, but the truth rips out anyway. “I love it. I love when you break me.”
His growl rumbles deep in his chest, his hips snapping harder, relentless. “Say it louder.”
