"You just came too."
I grab her hip and flip her onto her stomach myself before she can protest any further and she yelps in surprise.
"And I'm already hard again." I press myself against her ass so she can feel the truth of it, my cock stiff and ready like I didn't just come thirty seconds ago. "That's what you do to me. That's what you've always done to me since the moment I first saw you."
"Ilay..."
"Hands above your head. Grab the headboard and don't let go."
She reaches up and her fingers wrap around the wooden slats and she grips them tight and waits for whatever I'm going to do to her next.
"Don't let go no matter what happens, no matter how good it feels, no matter how badly you want to touch me. If you let go, I stop."
Her grip tightens on the wood.
I drag my fingers down her spine and watch the goosebumps rise in their wake, following the curve of her back down to the dimples above her ass that I press my lips against before continuing lower.
"So wet." I push two fingers inside her just to hear her gasp and feel her clench around me. "You came that hard and you're still dripping for me like a desperate little thing who can't get enough."
"For you. Always for you. Only for you."
"Tell me what you want."
"You inside me. Please."
"Inside you where? Be specific."
"My pussy. Please, Ilay, I need it so badly."
"Need what? Say it properly, use your words."
"I need your cock inside me. I need you to fuck me until I can't walk. I need you to fill me up and ruin me for anyone else. Please."
I pull my fingers out of her and position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock pressing against her slick opening without pushing inside yet.
"Since you asked so nicely."
I push inside her in one long deep stroke that doesn't stop until I'm buried to the hilt and she cries out into the pillow beneath her, her back arching and her knuckles going white around the headboard as she struggles to keep her grip.
"Fuck," she breathes into the pillow and her voice is wrecked and desperate.
"That's the idea."
I pull back slowly, letting her feel every inch of me dragging against her walls, and then I slam back into her hard enough to make her scream.
"Who does this cunt belong to?"
"You."
"Say it properly, Iris. I want to hear you say the words."
"This cunt belongs to you. My pussy is yours. Every hole I have is yours to use however you want."
"And what are you?"
"Your whore. Your fucktoy. Your fuckdoll. Whatever you want me to be, that's what I am."
I set a brutal pace and drive into her over and over, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room along with her moans and my grunts and the creak of the headboard beneath her grip. She takes it. She takes everything I give her, moaning into thepillow, pushing her hips back to meet each thrust, clenching around me like she wants to milk me dry.
