“Breathe, princess,” he commanded, his voice growling against my ear. “Breathe through the pain I’m giving you.”
His other hand fisted in my hair, holding my head immobile against his shoulder, forcing me to accept the brutal invasion.
I could barely breathe. I couldn’t think. The only thing that existed was the unyielding, brutal reality of his cock forcing its way deeper, deeper, inch by agonizing inch into my ass.
He didn’t stop for one second until he was buried to the hilt.
“There,” he said, a dark satisfaction in his tone. “There it is. All of it. In. Your. Ass.”
Every muscle in my body was seized and frozen, trying to reject this impossible invasionin a place that was never meant to be taken this way.
He let me adjust for a long moment, just holding me there, letting the burning agony slowly, grudgingly begin to morph into something else. A deep, hot, throbbing ache that was still immense pain, but a different kind of pain. A profound, invasive agony that was tangled with a strange, dark sense of being completelypossessed.
Then he started to move.
His hips drew back as he lifted me, pulling his cock all the way out of my ass in a slow, agonizing drag while I keened deliriously. When he popped free I grabbed a grateful breath while I could. He immediately reversed, pulling me down as he slammed himself back up into me, breaching my tight, tormented hole without mercy.
A choked sob escaped my lips. The pain was blinding, racing up and down my spine. He did it again, and then again, establishing a slow, punishing rhythm that was designed to break me. He wasn’t just fucking me. He was claiming me. Possessing me. Teaching me a lesson I would never forget: Ibelongedto him.
His hand moved from my waist, snaking between my legs. His fingers found my clit, still swollen and sensitive from my previous orgasms. He began to circle it, over and over again in a rhythm that drove me wild even as I took each merciless thrust inside my ass.
I whimpered, a confusing, contradictory wave of sensations washing over me. The pain in my bottom was a ruthless, devastating fire, but the need building in my clit was a different kind of heat. He was playing me like an instrument now, a master of pleasure and pain, and my body was a slave to his will.
He began to whisper in my ear, his voice a low, hypnotic growl that was more effective than any command.
“You feel that, princess?” His fingers never ceased their wicked circling.
“That’s the point where pain starts to feel like pleasure. That’s the point where you stop fighting and start accepting that I’m fucking your tight little ass becauseI want to. Accepting that this is where you belong. On my cock. In my arms. Taking what I give you. Giving me what I want.”
I could only pant, my head lolling back against his shoulder, my body a quivering heap of conflicting sensations. He was right. The harsh edges of the pain were blurring, melting into a deep, throbbing ache that was almost too good.
He shifted, lifting me slightly, changing the angle of his thrusts. The new angle sent a jolt of agonizing ecstasy straight through me. The pain was still there, a constant, burning background noise, but the hot sensation he was drawing from my treacherous clit was taking over in a rising tide that was threatening to drown me if this went on much longer.
“Look at you,” he breathed. “So responsive. So desperate for it. You love this, don’t you? You love being taken like this. Used. Fucked in the ass until you can’t remember your own name.”
I could only moan as my hips began to rock in a desperate, needy rhythm, meeting his thrusts and chasing the high he was giving me.
His fingers on my clit moved faster, circling the hard, sensitive nub with a pressure that was almost painful.
“Come for me,” he commanded. “Let me feel you come around my cock while I’m buried so deep in your ass.”
That was all it took.
The coil in my belly snapped, and my world shattered for a fourth time. The orgasm ripped through me, a violent, concussive wave that stole my breath and my sanity. It was different this time,evenmore intensethan all the rest, a full-body seizure that started in my core and radiated outward, leaving me shaking and screaming in its wake.
My ass clenched around him, a tight, rhythmic spasm that milked his own orgasm from him. He roared as he finally came, pumping me full of his release. The feeling of him pulsing inside me, the hot rush of his seed, was a final, possessive brand that cemented my complete submission. I was his.
For a long moment, we just stayed like that, me collapsed against his chest, him still buried deep inside me, both of us panting, our bodies slick with sweat.
Then slowly, carefully he lifted me off him, laying me down on the bed as if I were a precious and fragile creature. I winced as he withdrew, a fresh, sharp ache flaring on my spanked bottom and in my abused hole.
He stretched out beside me, pulling me into his arms, my back against his chest. He didn’t say a word, just wrapped his arms around me and held me close.
I lay there, boneless and exhausted, my mind a hazy, blissed-out fog, helpless tears leaking from my eyes. Every muscle in my body ached. My backside throbbed inside and out.
I felt wrecked.
Ruined.
