She sighed as if enjoying his touch, resting her head against his chest, eyes closed and her face a serene work of art.
“Unfortunately, my cock’s rock hard. Which means I’ll probably fuck you like an animal at least one more time before you get to sleep.”
A quiet sound of distress left her throat.
“If you’re too sore, there’s another option.” He traced his finger back and pressed lightly against her virgin hole. “I won’t be satisfied until I claim all of you.”
Her dark lashes lifted as she met him with that penetrating blue stare. He watched as curiosity battled caution.
“Imagine how my cock will feel when it stretches you here. Tight. Intense. Full. Until the mind goes numb, and all you can do is feel my possession. In you. Over you. Total ownership.” He needed to get back inside of her. “Does the thought scare you?”
She nestled closer and sighed. “Not if you promise to hold me.”
He stilled from stroking her. Fuck. In the end, she’d gotten her way. Perhaps they both had. Now, he wasn’t so sure her actions were as calculated as they first seemed.
“I’ll hold you,” he said, realizing he had no desire to let go.
She smiled against his chest. “Then I’m all yours.”
There had to be a limit to the depravity she’d allow. He needed to find it. The darkness inside of him would not be satisfied until she was fully his. He stilled. Could it be that simple? Was his ownership all she wanted? The sense that she truly belonged to him and could not be disowned?
“It is a little slut then, isn’t it?” He pressed his finger into her back entrance, and she gasped. “Is this what you want? You want me to break you here, as well, and fully make you mine?”
His painfully engorged cock pulsed as he sank his fingers deeper into her tight little hole, but rather than cry or beg for mercy, she made a stunning sound of pure intrigue as if she truly wanted more.
His knuckle wedged snugly against the muscle, but she didn’t fight it. “If you don’t hate me by now, you’re about to.” Withdrawing his finger, he stood and unlocked the chains, carrying her to the bed.
Snatching the bath oils from the table by the tub, he positioned her over the edge of the bed. “Hold yourself open for me.” He showed her how to grip her cheeks, and she did so without protest, giving him a clear view of both holes.
He dropped to his knees and smeared the oil over her skin. When he sank a larger finger into her tight little virgin hole, she broke her silence and pressed up on her toes.
“Ah! Sir...”
“Don’t try to escape it.”
Watching her regain control of her panic was breathtaking. Her breathing leveled, and she flattened to her feet.
He rewarded her with a soft kiss on the spine. “Good girl. Now, let’s try again.”
She gasped as he stretched her quickly, forcing one then two fingers inside of her so as not to prolong the shock. He rewarded her with a few strokes over her swollen clit, to balance the pain with pleasure.
“Beautiful.”
Her moans hit a crescendo when he plunged his other fingers into her pussy, the dual penetration driving her to new levels of pleasure as she fell into another subspace.
“That’s a good little slut. You trust Daddy to take good care of you and take everything he gives you.”
Her moans grew louder, edged on by his depraved words of praise as he fucked his fingers into her. Hooking his fingers, he teased her clit, and she went off like a geyser.
“What did I tell you?” He smeared her release over her thighs and pussy. “No resistance left. Only need.”
He watched in awe as her body gaped for more. Gripping his swollen cock, he kissed the base of her spine.
“You’re ready for me.”
He helped her further onto the bed and aligned their bodies. Guiding her shoulders down, he put her in a position that would hopefully ease any unnecessary pain. She was small, and he was bound to stretch her.
Spreading additional oil over her hole, he made sure she was ready. He pressed the slick, blunt head of his cock against the tight knot of her ass, and she gasped, lunging forward on instinct.
