I grab her hip with my left hand and spank her ass with my right. She groans, but it only makes her work harder and faster. I can tell she loves it. I know she’s starting to realize that a little pain makes the pleasure sweeter. I slap her again and again, leaving light red handprints on her ass, but it only spurs her on. Smack! The sound fills the room, making my breathing come in short pants.
She rides back against me harder, her whole body shaking, her hair spilling down over her shoulders. We’re moving backward as our pace increases, rutting and fucking there at the entrance to the cage.
Soon, only her head is still inside of the cage. I reach forward and tease her breasts, pinching her nipples as I rail into her. Pounding that sweet little pussy of hers and giving her every reason to love what I’m doing to her. We inch back, fucking deeper and harder, until finally, finally, she’s completely out of the cage.
That sends me into a fucking frenzy.
“Fuck, Gio,” she practically screams. “Yes, Gio, fuck me. Fuck me. Make me feel more.” I give her what she wants, slamming into her, losing myself in the rough fucking.
I reach forward and grab her throat and pull her back against me. She gasps as she realizes where we are in the room.
“You’re mine now, princess,” I say into her ear, my cock buried inside of her.
She moans and writhes against me as I pick her up, one hand on her throat, my cock still buried deep inside of her, and carry her to the bed.
Chapter 20
Grace
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My pussy is still spasming on his thick cock as my hands dig at his fingers, trying to pry them away. Fear, bliss, and lust are all mixed within me and make my heart race.
He’s not holding my throat too tight. It’s just instinct making me try to push his hand away. He lifts me from the cage, and my heart beats faster as I weakly struggle against him.
I’m practically impaled on his dick with one of his arms braced against my front and between my breasts, his hand squeezing my throat, and his other hand gripping my hip.
I struggle to breathe as waves of a dim release threaten to consume me. It’s coming. I try to writhe against him, both to get away but also to feel more. I need more.
He lays me on the bed and spreads my legs so he’s straddling one thigh, his hand still firm on my throat and he squeezes tighter.
For a moment, only a fraction of a moment, my heart freezes with fear, a distant memory breaking through the pleasure. My mother. Her death. His fingers dig into my throat and I kick as hard as I can, uselessly. This is different. I try to separate the two, I try not to be afraid. But I am. I’m so fucking terrified.
Small white circles dance in my vision as he pounds into my pussy, thrusting deeper and harder, relentlessly taking from me. The moment of fear and conscious recollection passes, and waves of pleasure consume me.
My mouth opens with a silent scream as I cum violently. His grip on my throat loosens and he lets go as the ecstasy rocks through my body. He rides through my orgasm, viciously fucking me and making the intensity of my release that much higher. I feel lost in bliss, unable to do anything but claw at the sheets.
He thrusts into me without mercy as I scream with pleasure. Wanting more, but trying desperately to get away. My body is propped up, and I’m trying to just hold on. And then his fingers strum my throbbing clit, and I can’t take any more. My lungs still, my body goes stiff and every nerve ending explodes with a fire I’ve never felt before.
He groans my name and his thick cock pulses inside of me, his hot cum filling me and leaking between us. It’s only then that I can breathe, with his lips barely touching my neck as he pumps short shallow strokes, prolonging his release and sending shivers down my body.
He presses his lips to my neck and I breathe easy, a feeling of longing overwhelming me as I hold him closer. But as quickly as it came, it’s gone. He pulls out and moves off the bed, leaving the chill of the room to creep closer to me. I watch his back as he walks to the bathroom, and the reality of what’s happened slams against my chest.
My breathing comes in frantic pants, and my eyes go wide. I’m not safe. I don’t waste a moment. I don’t listen to what he’s doing; I don't even try looking for him. I climb off the bed and run to the cage, not stopping until I’m in the very back corner and covered by my blanket. His cum leaks down my leg, and my heart squeezes in my chest.
What have I done? What’s wrong with me?
I don’t know what’s worse, the fact that I enjoyed what happened or that I didn’t even realize what I’d done until he left me.
He holds a spell over me, his very presence a trance. I can’t escape it. He’s like a drug, and I’ve grown addicted.
I watch as he walks back into the room, stopping only two steps from the bathroom. His brow furrows as he looks from the bed to the cage.
And then his eyes flash with something else. Something I’ve truly never seen from him.
Anger.
He looks fucking pissed. His hands ball into white-knuckled fists. His eyes narrow as he locks onto my gaze, forcing me to maintain eye contact and he stomps over to the cage.
