He tightens his hand on my throat. "Answer me or I stop."
"How full I am. How much it hurts and feels good at the same time."
"That's my girl." The praise sounds like possession. "Now we're getting somewhere."
He releases my throat and moves his hand between us, finding my clit. The touch is demanding, not gentle.
"Come. Show me this pussy knows who owns it."
"I—"
"You will." His thumb circles. "Come on my cock or I'll pull out, put you back on your knees to suck me off again and then I'll keep you on the edge of your own orgasm all night—no relief, just relentless, gnawing need."
The threat breaks me. The orgasm tears through me with vicious force. I scream and he swallows the sound with a kiss.
"That's two."
He doesn't slow down. If anything he speeds up, chasing his own release while I'm still convulsing.
"Say you're mine."
"No—"
He pulls out completely and I whimper at the loss. My body is still trembling, oversensitive, and the emptiness is unbearable.
"Say it or I finish myself and leave you empty. You'll watch me come and get nothing."
I'm desperate, aching, needing him back inside me more than I need my next breath. My pride crumbles.
"I'm yours."
The triumph in his eyes is terrifying. "Again."
"I'm yours."
He slams back inside me. "Louder. Let the whole fucking building hear who you belong to."
"I'm yours!" The words tear out of me. "I'm yours, Luca!"
"Damn right you are." He fucks me with vicious efficiency, each thrust punishing. "Mine to use. Mine to fill. Mine to fuck whenever I want however I want."
His rhythm turns erratic and I know he's close. He moves his hand to my clit again and the overstimulation is too much.
"Come with me. One more time. Give me one more."
His thumb presses down. "Now, Francesca. Come now while I fill this pussy with my cum."
The orgasm rips through me and I scream his name while he drives in one last time and comes with a harsh groan.
I feel the heat of him inside me, feel him pulsing, and it sends another aftershock through me. He holds me pinned against the wall, both of us shaking.
Then he carries me to the bed, still buried inside me. He drops me onto the mattress. Not gently. His cock slips out as I land and he steps back, still half erect, looking at me sprawled across the sheets.
"Look at you. Wrecked. Used. Dripping my cum. Perfect."
He leans down and grips my jaw, forcing me to meet his eyes. "This is what you are now. Mine. My woman. My possession. And tomorrow when you wake up sore and aching, you'll remember exactly who put those marks on you."
Then he presses a kiss to my forehead.
