“Take it. Take my cock, little one.”
I reach between her thighs and jam three fingers into her tight little pussy. She moans, the sound muted around my cock. I watch her twitch, trying not to come from the overstimulation.
She’s soaking. Squeezing. Fucking dripping.
I curl my fingers, grinding against the spot that makes her squirm. Then I drag my thumb down—pressing against the tight pucker of her ass.
She stiffens, eyes flying wide, a garbled cry rising in her throat.
“Every. Fucking. Hole.”
I push my thumb inside, stretching her open while I fuck her mouth and fill her cunt. She’s completely impaled. There’s no air. No room. No thought left in her head but me.
I lose it. My hips jerk forward hard, my cock slamming into the back of her throat as I come. I don’t pull out. I want her to choke on it, to swallow it all. My hand fists in her hair as I grind against her mouth, keeping her nose buried against me until her body shudders.
I finally release her, pulling my cock free. Her lips are red and ruined. Cum leaks down her chin.
She’s panting, spit and tears slicking her cheeks.
“Priest…” she breathes, “I—I?—”
I slap her cunt and she cries out, body lurching in the restraints.
“You don’t fucking speak.”
She sobs, nodding.
“You don’t fucking come unless I say so. Understand?”
She nods again.
I grip her face, squeezing her cheeks, forcing her lips into a pout. I stare into her eyes. There’s nothing left but me in there. I spit on her, watching it drip down her chin.
“You are mine to use, Arlo. You’ll do everything I tell you to, and you’ll thank me for it, won’t you?” I release her face, letting her gasp against the air I own.
“Yes.”
I line myself up and slam into her tight little cunt in one brutal thrust. Her scream tears through the room, her back arching against the restraints. The cuffs bite into her wrists and ankles, the metal bruising the tender skin I’ve already marked.
She’s so fucking small—so tight—that my hips jerk forward without control, every inch of me swallowed by her.
“Fuck,” I growl, withdrawing halfway and ramming back into her, harder. My balls slap against her ass. “Tight little thing. You were made for this.”
Her body shudders as I bury myself deeper. I grip her throat again, not to stop her breath—yet—but because I want to feel her break under me. Her eyes glaze, her mouth falling open, her cunt tightening around me.
She can’t take me. But I’ll force her to.
Force every fucking tear from her body.
Each thrust makes the bulge in her stomach more visible, a sick satisfaction curling in my chest. I lower my face to her ear.
“Look at you. So fucking perfect when you’re being ruined.”
She whimpers something between a scream and a sob as I snap my hips harder, the new angle making her thrash beneath me. Reaching down, I trace the tight rim of her ass with my thumb. She shakes her head, writhing under me.
“Your fucking holes are mine, little one. Say it.”
“Yes—yes, they’re yours,” she sobs. “Please…”
