“You’re going to take my ass for the first time in the dark, on the floor, while you have me bound?”
“Were you expecting roses? Wooing?”
He lowered himself over her, surrounding her with his muscular body. The position made her feel diminutive and fragile.
“Don’t move.”
He pressed the tip of his cock against her ass and started to push, coaxing her body to open to him, slowly, slowly, until she felt stretched mind-bogglingly wide.
“Please tell me that’s all of it,” she gasped.
“All of the tip.” He grunted.
Fuck.
Despite the fear and discomfort – or maybe because of it – her arousal dripped down her thigh, making her feel even dirtier. She wriggled, helping him slowly impale her on his iron-hard shaft, until both of them were panting. Goose bumps spread, sending prickling chills coursing over her overheated skin. She was keening beneath him, so quietly it sounded like a rogue mosquito had invaded the far side of the room.
He made a strange guttural noise that made her shudder with need.
“Fuck. Shh. Don’t move, beautiful.” His words were laced with euphoria and pain. That was only fair, because he’d spitted her like a pig.
“I’m too scared to move.” She whimpered. Grit dug into her cheek, and she listened to his tortured breathing, the sound alone almost enough to make her orgasm.
His cock throbbed deep in her ass, and she was pretty sure her heart had synced to it, but double time.
When she couldn’t stand the fullness anymore, she tried to draw away, but he seized her hips and viscously yanked her back onto his dick.
A cry burst from her lips as his testicles slapped her aching clit. Fuck, her ass ached, her clit throbbed and empty pussy was begging to be filled.
“Fuck!” The word was a shout in the empty room, and his hips bucked against her, his cock withdrawing slightly before plunging deeper, prying her open so wide she clenched her eyes shut.
Severin railed into her tender ass, his animalistic grunts filling the silence, the slap of skin against skin, her arousal spiraled out of control, slicking her thighs, the smack of his balls against her clit bringing her ever closer to the brink. It hurt. She was too full.
She needed to touch her clit – one tiny bit of stimulation and she’d come so fucking hard. She panted through clenched teeth as he thrust again and again, too shaken to tell him that she needed him to touch her.
As though he could read her mind, he groped her breasts, pinching one nipple then the other, hard enough to make her scream and struggle. After so long without rough nipple play, it hurt, making her eyes brim with tears.
“You’d better stop fighting, Minnow. You’re going to hurt yourself.”
“You’re making me!” she wailed.
“Stop fighting. Submit,” he gritted through clenched teeth. His hand slid from her breasts and down her belly, delving between her thighs, discovering how soaked she was. He groaned. “You fucking love this.”
“No.” She sniffled. “It hurts.”
His finger circled her clit hood and she stiffened, spreading her legs and making the most pathetic begging noises she could ever remember making. He mashed the heel of his hand against her clit, wiggling two fingers into her pussy.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” The words tore from her mouth as she first went rigid, then bucked back into his thrust.
Her asshole pulsed around the burning brand of his cock as her pussy milked at his fingers. The demanding clench of her body undid him. Pricks of light burst behind her eyes, and she felt his balls tighten. His cock stiffened and swelled to the point of agony. He emptied, spurt after spurt, huge and demanding into the heat of her ass, and she cried out as each jet of come scalded her insides.
She crumpled beneath him, going boneless as her orgasm ebbed, and he followed her down to wrap his body protectively around hers.
Her breathing took a long while to slow, and even when it finally did, it was ragged, shuddering. He’d need light to untape her, but she was loath for him to even leave her for a moment.
Chapter Eighteen
He held her to him, wanting to get to the door, yet not wanting to leave her.