"Tell me."
"I like it. I need it. No one has ever..."
I smacked her ass again, sweat beading on my brow as I fought to keep a firm grip on my pleasure. The way her hot little cunt was milking my cock, I ached to spill inside of her, but not yet.
Not until I proved to myself that I was in control.
Even though deep down I knew I was losing it.
If I were truly in control, I wouldn't need to touch her at all. I wouldn't need to break her to keep her in line. But there was something about her resistance, something about her broken pride that made me want to devour her.
She shook in her effort to not give in to the pleasure, the mirror reflecting her furrowed brows as she fought against it. The way she stared at me in sheer determination—she seemed to think coming was a personal failure.
Maybe it was, for her. But watching her body betray her, the pleasure overwhelming her, was a victory for me.
I had every intention of winning, and no one was going to stand in the way.
With one hand tangled in her hair, pulling her up, my other hand snaked around her body and delved between her legs, searching for that little bundle of nerves that would guarantee my victory.
"Tell me, tell me what you need."
"I... I..." Her words stuttered again.
She knew what she wanted, she just didn't want to tell me.
That was a problem I intended to correct immediately. I reared back and slapped her pussy hard.
Her back arched, and a fresh wave of hot moisture flooded her cunt and dripped down my cock.
"Say it," I demanded, my cock thrusting harder to punctuate every word.
"I need to come. I need you to make me come," she pleaded, and the dam broke.
Once she managed to get it out the first time, every single plea followed, spilling from her beautiful lips. "Please, it feels so good, and it hurts, and I need to come. I need you to fuck me."
"Good girl," I whispered in her ear as I fucked her harder.
Her back arched, and I slipped my fingers over her clit to draw tight, fast circles over the bundle of nerves.
"God, yes," she cried out, urging me on.
"God has nothing to do with it. This is all me."
I slapped her clit one more time, and she came with a silent scream. Watching her come apart, witnessing the raw, animalistic needs and desires painted across her features, were the most awe-inspiring things I had ever seen.
Tension and relief warred on her face as I fucked her through every single fucking tremor.
"Beg," I demanded. "Beg me to fill this greedy little pussy."
My own orgasm was just on the precipice. I didn't need her to beg to come, I needed her to beg to prove I was still in control.
"Please, I need it." She bent over lower, rising on her tiptoes, forcing her body to take more of me, every fucking inch. "Please fill me. I'll be good. I promise. Please. I'll be so good for you, sir."
The second she said “sir” while those gray eyes watched me in the mirror, I lost it. With a barbaric roar, I came so hard my vision whited out for a moment.
I didn't know how she did it, what witchcraft she fucking had, but while I struggled to regain control, she took it all. She somehow took control of the entire situation, and I came not because I was ready to come but because she demanded it.
Fuck, this girl was going to be the death of me.
