“You were such a good little tease,” he murmured, his thumb flicking over my nipple, sending a jolt of pure electricity straight to my core. “You liked seeing me squirm. You liked having the power.”
He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear again, his voice a possessive whisper.
“Maybe one day, I’llevenlet you hurtyourhand spankingmyass,” hesaid. “But today, princess… today I’m the one who’s in charge.”
His free hand moved between my legs, his fingers parting my folds, spreading my wetness over the head of his cock. My hips bucked involuntarily, almost like my body was pleading with him.
“I think you like being bullied like this,” he whispered. “I think you like being tied down and spread open, exposed and at my mercy. I think you’ve been waiting for someone to put you in your place since the moment you walked into our lives.”
Then he began to push inside.
Fuck.
Oh.Fuck.
He wassobig.
The initial stretch set my body on fire. My back arched off the bed. My hands clenched into fists, the silk ties biting into my wrists.
He didn’t stop. He pushed forward, inch by thick, unrelenting inch. He was splitting me open, the burn so intense it wasteetering on the edge of true pain. My entire world narrowed to the feeling of him entering me and claiming me from the inside out.
He stopped when he was halfway in, giving me a moment to adjust. His breathing was ragged, the muscles in his arms and neck taut with the strain of holding back.
“You’re so tight,” he groaned. “So fucking tight and wet. You feel incredible. I can feel your pussy spasming.”
I couldn’t say a single word. I could only pant, my body trembling, trying to accommodate the sheer, staggering size of him.
He leaned down, pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to my throat. “That’s it,” he murmured against my skin. “Relax for me. Let me in.”
He pulled back slightly, then pushed forward again, sinking another few inches deeper. A shocked, mewling sound escaped me, half-pain, half-pleasure. The stretch was unbelievable, sending a deep, aching burn radiating through my entire pelvis.
“Shh,” he soothed, even as he continued to press deeper. “Almost there, princess. You can take it. I know you can. Be a good girl for me. Take my cock inside you.”
Without warning, he drove the rest of the way home, burying himself to the hilt in one hard, fast final thrust.
My vision went white. A strangled sob tore from my throat as the muscles of my body went taut and my pussy clenched around him. The burn was exquisite, a perfect, agonizing pleasure that was almost too much to bear. I felt so full, so utterly possessed.He was everywhere all at once, filling me, stretching me, and branding me from within.
He paused again, letting me adjust to the overwhelming intrusion. He rested his forehead against mine, his breath hot and ragged.
“That’s my good girl,” he purred.
Then he started to move.
His rhythm was slow at first, a deep, grinding roll of his hips, withdrawing and returning, seating him impossibly deep inside me with every thrust. He was watching me, his eyes dark and intense, cataloging my every reaction.
I knew he could feel my pussy fluttering around his cock, and I could see it in his eyes.He knew I was enjoying this just as much as I was pretending to hate it.
He built a devastating rhythm, each thrust a little harder, a little deeper than the last. The burn of the initial penetration melted into a deep, throbbing pleasure that made sounds I’d never heard escape from my own mouth. My hips lifted to meet his, a silent, desperate plea for more.
He chuckled, the sound dark enough to make my stomach tighten. “Look at you,” he growled. “So eager for my big cock. You take it so well, princess.”
His words sent a fresh wave of heat through me. The shame of it was potent, a heady mix of humiliation and a dark, thrilling pridethat sent a surge of arousal straight through to my core.
He shifted, changing the angle of his thrusts, and the head of his cock rammed against my cervix. A startled cry tore from my throat, and he hit that spot again and again, in a steady,maddening rhythm that sent jolts of electric sensation sizzling through me.
“You like that?” he asked, a smirk playing on his lips. “You like when I fuck you so deep?”
I couldn’t say a word. I could only babble, a stream of incoherent pleas and moans that I didn’t recognize as my own.
