Her back arches, her hands fisting in the sheets, as I split her open. Her walls clench around me, a desperate, hungry grip that pulls me deeper.
And it’s not enough.
It’s not even close to enough.
I set a punishing rhythm, a hard, fast, deep fuck that's designed to shatter her, to break her down until there's nothing left but the raw, desperate need for release.
Her moans fill the room, a symphony of pleasure and pain, a desperate, pleading music that goes straight to my head, making me drunk on her submission.
I look down at her, at the way her breasts bounce with each thrust, at the way her lips are parted, her eyes closed in bliss. She’s a goddess beneath me, a beautiful, wanton creature made for my pleasure.
And I am the god who worships at her altar.
My thumb finds her clit, and I rub it in hard, fast circles, matching the rhythm of my hips.
"Oh God, oh God, oh God," she chants, a desperate, broken mantra, her body tensing, her movements becoming more frantic, more erratic.
I know she's close.
I can feel it in the way her pussy clenches around me, in the desperate, pleading sounds she's making.
"Oh God," she moans, her head thrown back, her neck a long, elegant arch of surrender. "Nico."
I still. Everything. My thumb on her clit, my cock inside her.
Her eyes fly open in shock and pained confusion.
She probably didn't even realize she did it.
But it doesn't change the facts.
I lean down, my lips brushing against her ear. I slide one hand up her body and wrap it around her throat. Not hard. Not cutting off her air.
Just a light, possessive pressure.
A reminder.
Her body instantly reacts, a fresh wave of wetness coats my dick, still buried deep inside her.
I fight the urge to plunge mindlessly and forget everything else.
"What did you call me?" I ask, my voice a low, dangerous growl.
Her eyes, wide and dazed with pleasure, blink slowly, trying to focus. "Sir?"
With great effort, I pull out of her. Just the tip rests against her entrance.
"Nico?" Her voice is barely audible now. "Please, Sir. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
And I want to give her what she wants. To slide back into that wet, welcoming heat and fuck her until she screams.
But it doesn't work like that, and she has to learn that.
She's still repeating her apologies in a desperate rush.
"I know," I say, pressing my lips against her ear and lowering my voice even more. "But sorry doesn't always cut it." I rock my hips forward slightly, letting the head of my cock breach her entrance, a tantalizing promise of what's to come, before pulling back again.
A frustrated sob escapes her lips. "I'll be good. I promise. I'll be so good for you."
