His hand pressed in the middle of my back, forcing me to arch my hips as his tongue slipped between my pussy lips and flicked across my clit. My breath hitched, but he stayed focused on that tight little bundle of nerves.
I took another inch of the cock down my throat, and he whispered “good girl” before dragging his tongue up past my aching opening to my asshole. I jumped when his tongue circled it and I choked on the dildo.
He smacked my ass again, and I regained my control, sucking on the fake cock while he licked the place I had never even let anyone touch before.
Slowly, pressure built in me, but it was different this time. Darker, more forbidden. And when my thighs tensed, Darius backed off.
He bent over my body, and I could feel his hard cock against my pussy lips. But he didn’t line himself up. Instead, he justwhispered in my ear, “Let’s see what else that fake boyfriend of yours can do.”
He took the dildo from my lips and then pressed the tip against my ass.
“Please, you can’t, I have never—" I whined, but he pressed the tip in anyway.
It stung, and it burned, but he moved slowly, adding more of the cool lube until he could slide it all the way in.
I had never felt so unbelievably full before. It was almost painful and somehow still not enough. He dragged it out and pushed it back in.
“You’re taking this so well,” he purred, and his approval relaxed me a little more, so he was able to slide it in a little further.
I bit my bottom lip, trying to control the moan that threatened to push its way out.
“I bet you can take more,” he said. Before I could argue, before I could make any type of protest, he notched his cock at my opening, and with the dildo deep in my ass, he pushed in.
It was somehow too much and not enough. I had never felt so full, so stretched, but even the sting of the stretch faded away into something else.
He dragged his cock out slowly, taking the dildo with him as he pulled out and then pushed back in all at once, hard and fast.
“Such a good girl,” he crooned. “Everyone else sees this sad, lost, chaotic girl. But I can see the truth. I see the desperate slut underneath, the woman who just needs to be fucked into obedience.”
His words should have angered me. I should have been livid. I should have fought against them, but all I could do was moan and arch my back, giving him more, letting him fuck me deeper. Harder.
That was precisely what he did, moving the dildo at the same pace as his cock. He pushed both in together and then out, and that darker, more intense, forbidden pressure built in my core.
It was too much and not enough, all at once.
This time, when the tears spilled down my cheeks, it wasn’t just about the pain. No, the pain didn’t really even register. It was just enough to give a sharp edge to the pleasure that overwhelmed me.
Even his words were like a verbal spanking. They should have hurt, and they did at first, but then they just made everything better.
“I know you like this. You like being tied down. You like being punished, just like the bad girl you are. You almost came just from me taking this tight little ass. What else do you like?”
I let my hair fall over my face, trying to hide from his words.
His other hand pulled the pillow away, making it impossible for me to hide.
“I want to hear you say it,” he demanded. “Do you like being tied up and helpless for me? You look so fucking beautiful like this. You look just as beautiful after I ruin you.”
“Yes, sir,” I panted as he kept up the almost impossible pace.
“Do you like the sting of my belt against your ass?”
“Yes, sir.” The pressure in my core built higher and higher.
“Tell me you like when my tongue is on you.”
“I love the way it feels when you taste me, sir.” My head was spinning, and I wasn’t even sure what I was saying.
“Next time it’s going to be my cock in your ass, and you are going to beg for it. Aren’t you?”
