The way his brutal thrusts made my breasts sway, the chain swinging beneath me.
Each wet slap of his balls teasing my pussy.
The bursts of air from his lungs.
The low, guttural grunts pulled from him by effort.
My heart pounded beneath my sternum.
Beating like a drum inside my skull.
“Alec,” I gasped.
I didn’t know why.
“It’s okay to let go, Ella,” he rasped.“It’s okay to accept what you are.”
His long, heavy thrusts continued—vicious, relentless.
“What am I?” I whimpered.
He leaned over me, pausing deep inside.
When he ripped the clips from my nipples, I screamed.
He groaned and slammed into me again—harder, deeper.
“Ours,” he roared as I locked down on him.
I squeezed hard enough to feel every inch of him invading my guts.
And then I came—so violently my legs went weak, my pussy spasming uncontrollably.
Hot seed spilled from him with a raw grunt.
“Our hot little whore,” he gasped, holding me tight against him.
“Our toy,” he sighed.
My head dropped forward.
My fingers ached—but I didn’t let go of the bed.
I knew Ella Constantine no longer existed.
A sharp pang hit my chest, stealing my breath.
But only for a moment.
???
A soft kiss on my shoulder pulled me back to the present. The sharp prickle of his beard made me inhale sharply.
“You can let go of the bed now, Ella.”
His voice was gentle—almost caring.
I released the bed, my fingers aching as I cautiously stretched them.
