“Yes, it does. You’re mine to play with. I can do anything I want to you. Do youunderstand?”
“Yes,Master.”
Two fingers slip inside me. “Your pussy is so wet. Is that because you’re a dirty little girl who wants to befucked?”
His mouth is filthy. I can’t believe that he had the nerve to call my languagecrass.
“Yes,Master.”
He takes his fingers out of me and uses the lubrication on his fingers to make my folds slick. Preparing me. He’s not going to be tame like he was last night—I’m seeing that in the way he’s talking tome.
And I’m not wrong. He enters me with one powerful thrust, plunging so deep into me that his hard cock hits a bundle of sensitive nerves that can only be located somewhere near my womb. The sudden intrusion is unexpected and sharp. It feels as if he’s trying to split me in half, which prompts a quick gasp from mymouth.
The animal-like growl I hear behind me is unnerving, and yet my body responds to it, growing wetter and stretching to accommodate his huge cock as it enters me frombehind.
He fucks me brutally. No mercy. And I admit that I scream. Some are elicited by pain, some by pleasure, and the two intertwine until I can’t distinguish betweenthem.
His body lowers and he lies on top of my back, but not with all of his weight. The brunt of it is on one forearm against the mattress while his free arm comes around my body, his hand wrapping around my throat. His fingers press against the vulnerable vein at the side of my neck, holding my life in his hands. And I feel completely controlled by his irongrip.
He presses his mouth against my ear, and the pressure on the side of my neck increases. “I’m going to come inside you, and your pussy is going to take every drop. Do youunderstand?”
“Yes, Master.” My voice is a strangledwhisper.
He pounds into me harder, and the friction of the big head of his cock sliding in and out beneath my pelvic arch increases, hitting a sensitive area in the roof of my pussy perfectly. I can’t recall any man ever doing anything to me that feels thisway.
My breath comes faster, shallower, and is constricted. The pleasure I feel is climbing at a rapid pace, and I have this incredible desire for more. “Fuck meharder.”
“Don’t command me,” he growls. “And don’t you dare come until I say that youcan.”
“What do you mean don’t come?” I can’t stop an orgasm from happening if he continues doing what he’sdoing.
“Fight it,bebelle.”
Fight it? Is he kidding me? I’ve never been able to achieve an orgasm with intercourse, and now that I’m going to he wants to take that away from me. No fucking way. I want thisorgasm.
His hand grips my throat tighter. “I’m your Dom, and I decide if and when you get tocome.”
I tense my pelvic muscles, but that only manages to make it feel better, bringing me closer to orgasm. “I can’t stop it from happening. I don’t know how to controlit.”
He slows his thrusts. “Ride the edge. Don’t give in toit.”
My entire focus is on the friction I’m feeling inside my pussy and not letting those uterine contractions begin; once the first one begins, it’ll be over. I’ll be at the point of no return. And he’ll be displeased withme.
I’m relieved when the heavy feeling inside my core lessens, taking with it the urgency to explode. But it hasn’t gone away entirely. “Please let me come. I’m soclose.”
“No. Don’t let it happen until you have mypermission.”
His merciless thrusts return, and so does the climbing pleasure. “It’s building again. I can’t stopit.”
“Almost there, bebelle. Hold on a littlelonger.”
I grip the edge of the mattress and breathe deeply. It’s the only thing that I have total control over rightnow.
The pressure on the side of my neck increases when he presses his fingers harder and I feel lightheaded, as though I might black out. “Come for me, bebelle.Now.”
He pushes into me as far as he can and groans. “I’m coming so hard inside your tight littlepussy.”
The contractions in my pelvis tense and relax around his cock at least a dozen times before dwindling away. It’s over tooquickly.
