I grip her by the hair at the back of her head, and I pull her up. She comes easily, soft, pliable. She wants to submit to me. She wants to show how sorry she is for the thing she is not all that sorry about at all. I am certain she would do anything.
I am erect. I free my cock and I guide it into her mouth as she kneels in front of me. She swallows me eagerly. She wants my praise. She wants my mercy. But she hasn’t truly deserved either of those things yet, and I will not give them until she has gone beyond where she thought she could go.
I hold onto her and I fuck her mouth slowly at first, and then more forcefully. I am careful in my brutality, but she does not know that I am being so very calculated. To her, she is being taken roughly, her mouth filled to the brim and beyond over and over.
I keep her in place even as she struggles, and when her eyes widen and the panic sets in, I soothe her. I keep my cock between her lips, I stroke her hair, I settle her until her breathing is even, and then I use her mouth again until she is a sweet oral mess for me.
It is hard not to come down her throat, but that’s not the hole I want to punish last. The other tight, hot orifice demands my attention.
“Back over the bed,” I order. “Spread your cheeks for me and hold them open.”
She does as she is told, the glazed look in her eyes telling me that she has entered a submissive state where she would follow almost any order. I want to keep her here. She is open now in ways more than the mere physical. Even as she reaches back to her red rear and pulls her cheeks apart for me, and I am gratified by the sight of two holes, one tight and forbidden, the other swollen and desperately wet.
My destination was determined before this started, but I appreciate the effort her body is going to in order to seduce me to her most breedable hole.
Fisting my cock for greater control, I take her ass slowly, but deliberately. I would never do anything to harm her, but I will do everything to bring her under my control. The tightness of her ass, the resistance of that naughty ring of muscle contractingaround my cock, is almost enough to make me come instantly. But I hold back, because every thrust inside her disobedient ass is a reminder.
She is moaning and sniffling and arching. She wants me to rub her clit. She would like even more for me to fill her pussy, but that greedy hole has been tended to over and over, and to what avail? We clearly cannot fuck her into submission the old-fashioned way.
With the rougher thrusts, she tries to crawl up the bed. I let her get up to a full prone position, then I pin her in place and finish inside her with a rough series of thrusts that leave her wailing into the bedding like a wild creature. I grip the hair at the back of her head and pull up so she can breathe, and so I can hear her come when I slide my other hand beneath her and strum her greedy little clit until she screams with pleasure.
Her entire body contracts, gripping me tight, and I can no longer resist the urge to spend myself inside her.
I come inside her ass, holding myself deep inside her until every drop has been left. Then, as my arousal starts to seep away, I pull free and stand back, looking down at my conquest who lies before me, so prettily broken.
Ella
I can’t feel myself. My body is so full of chemicals that are making me feel so fucking good, it’s like I have ceased to exist and instead become one with the universe.
It was supposed to be punishment. And it was, at first, anyway. I felt some pain, some shame. And then I felt myself start to come apart in an exquisite way that I could never put into words, but is one of the most potent experiences I’ve ever had.
I’ve been around people who crush others. I know what it feels like to have to resist cruelty. What Aiden just did to me was an intense form of artful love. When he had me on my knees, I felt as though I was worshipping a god. He connected me to something transcendent.
Aiden cleans me up carefully and while he does, he speaks to me gently. He tells me how proud he is of me, how well I took my punishment, and what a pretty bride I am going to make for him.
Then he sits on the bed and allows me to cuddle into him. I feel like a lost puppy seeing her master again after a long absence. I feel like I am coming home. I should hate him, probably, but I know he cares. I know Aiden’s love for me is deep and abiding.
I burrow my face into his chest and I let myself drift on my lovely hormonal haze. I could fall asleep like this, but I don’t want to. I want to keep experiencing him. Keep feeling him all around me.
I hear the others getting back. Leo and Luke and Ethel. The guys stay out of the room, but Ethel noses her way in and jumps up on the bed and promptly bites Aiden on the ankle.
“The creature needs training,” he says mildly.
“Ethel! No!” I say. She yaps at me and takes a running leap off the bed, back out to destroy something or someone else, which I really wish she wouldn’t do. Ethel is less of a dog and more of a dog-shaped honey badger at this point.
“It’s time for us to go,” Aiden says, rocking me slightly into wakefulness. I don’t want to go anywhere. I want to stay here. With him. In this moment. I want to feel his protection. I want to enjoy the fact that I will never, ever escape him, not in any way.
“Where are we going?”
He gives the only answer I could possibly accept.
“Home.”
EPILOGUE
Luke
My son is sleeping on my chest.
