He increased his pace, his muscles flexing and straining, his movements becoming harder, more demanding, as his enormous cock punished my pussy. The bed creaked in protest, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the quiet cabin. He was fucking me in earnest now—long, hard, deep strokes pistoning in and out of my bound body—taking what he wanted, using my body for his pleasure. And I was loving every second of it.
My orgasm crept up on me, a fierce, insidious, building heat that started in my toes and worked its way up my legs, in my nipples, and worked its way down.
“Andrei.” I gasped his name, my hands clenching into fists. “I’m… I’m going to…”
“Not yet,” he commanded. He slowed his movements, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in with a sudden brutal thrust that made me see stars.
“Please,” I begged, thrashing wildly. “Please, let me come. Oh, God, please, Andrei!”
He laughed at me again. “You’ll come when I say you can come.”
He withdrew his cock from me again, leaving my pussy desperately clasping for what it wanted. Then he reached between us, his fingers finding my clit. He circled the hard,sensitive nub with a light, teasing touchand I squirmed and keened beneath his massive body.
Every nerve in me was on fire, screaming for release. He was pushing me to the very edge of my endurance, a masterful, cruel puppeteer pulling all my strings.
I teetered on the precipice, trembling with the force of my denied release as he tapped my clit. The pleasure was so intense it was almost painful, a tangle of frantic tension that had nowhere to go and it was slowly driving me insane.
He leaned down, placing his lips on the shell of my ear. “Come for me,” he whispered, and slammed back into me on his roared command of “Now!”
He pinched my clit as his cock slammed home, and my entire world shattered.
Lightning sizzled up and down my nerves and veins and limbs. My thighs tensed, my body arched up, balanced on the back of my head and the tips of my toes, and my fingers grabbed onto the silk ties holding me captive. Intense sensation crashed through me, my every nerve igniting all at once. My pussy clamped down around his cock, milking him for everything he was worth. I didn’t know if I was coming or dying, but I never wanted it to stop.
He rode me through it, his thrusts never ceasing, dragging out my pleasure until I was a sobbing, writhing, screaming mess beneath this incredible man.
When my orgasm finally faded, he pulled out, and I whimpered at the sudden loss. My body was trembling, my mind a hazy, blissed-out fog.
Then he was moving, untangling the silk ties from my wrists and ankles with a speed and efficiency that was almost startling. The soft fabric slid away, leaving faint red marks on my skin.
I was free.
Before I could even think to move, he was on me again. He didn’t give me a moment to recover. He hooked an arm behind my back and another under my knees, lifting me as if I weighed nothing.
He spun around, seating himself on the edge of the bed. I landed on his lap, my back to his chest, my legs straddling his thighs. His hard, wet cock was a thick, pulsing beast against the small of my back.
I was dazedfrom the intensity of mylastorgasm, my body pliant and limp in his arms. He shifted me, and I felt the broad, blunt head of him press against the tight, puckered ring of my bottom hole.
My entire body went instantly rigid and I began to struggle against his hold on me.
“No! Not there!” My panic made me actually squeal, a surge of genuine fear cutting through the post-orgasmic haze.
He chuckledas hisarm wrapped around my waist. His other hand tangled in my hair, tilting my head back against his shoulder.
“Not there?” he mimicked, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of my ear. “But I thought that’s what sassy little teases like you wanted. To betakenin theasslike abad girl. To be reminded who’s in charge.”
“You’re too big,” I cried. The memory of the stretch in my pussy was stilltoo fresh. The thought oftakinghimin my asswas terrifying.
“I know,” he snarled, a dark satisfaction in his tone. “It’s going to hurt. That’s the point.”
Then, without any further warning, he impaled me.
He didn’t ease into it. He pulled me down with a single ruthless, powerful tug of his arm around my waist, using his raw masculine strength to conquer me.
My world fractured. A scream tore from my throat, raw and animalistic, a sound of pure agony as the wide, flared head of his cock forced its way past my tight ring of muscle. The blinding burn was immediate, a searing, tearing pain that stole the very air from my lungs.
There was no mercy.
He kept pulling me down, turning my own body weightand gravityinto my enemies, driving himself deeper into the hot, unyielding channel of my ass. He stretched meso wide that it felt like I was going to rip apart.The pain was so intense it was dizzying, a white-hot brand that seemed to sear every nerve ending in my body.
