Her toes curled again and she gave me a long, whispered, “No, no, no, no...”
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. She was hitting the wall; but I was going to make sure she broke through it. Poor little thing had probably never even imagined orgasm torture. But she was fucking living it now. I gripped her thighs hard, pulling her pussy so wide that she gasped out in pain.
And as she gasped, she came. Three.
My tongue was getting tired and my jaw was locking up, but I didn’t give a fuck. She was surrendering. She was getting to the place where nothing else mattered. Where everything faded away. True submission was where she knew only what I gave her, no more, no less. No more fight left in her, it started as a shiver and ended as a sob. Four.
Five came easy, a double-whammy for four, but harder, longer, and louder.
She was halfway toward deserving a reward. I stood up, leaving the dildo inside of her, and jacked off hard against her clit. She desperately tried to squirm away, but the restraints were solid, the leather double thick. And as the buckles dug into her upper arms, she came again. Six.
With my hands, I created a space that let me slide my dick back and forth along her clit. My balls hit the cold end of the dildo as I gave her constant, unceasing contact with my dick against her clit.
“Call me by my name,” I gritted out between clenched teeth.
A red flush blossomed from her chest to her cheeks and her body shimmered with sweat. She didn’t answer me right away. I had to pull those words out of all that pleasure.
“Answer me.”
That yanked her back to me and she found her way to speaking again.
“I don’t… I don’t know yet….”
I pulled the dildo out of her and threw it aside, plunging my cock into the gaping, cum-slick hole it left behind. She was so wet that I slid inside like I was on rails, and she felt amazing. It was like she was a part of me.
“Don’t make me keep fucking asking,” I said, deep-dicking her until she gave me eight.
She was fighting me, fighting me hard. She clenched her pussy like a vice, but I kept my orgasm back. It was right there, right there, but I didn’t give it to her. Not until she gave me what I asked.
“It’s too much, it’s too…” She fell into a panting mess.
No fucking way. I gave her clit the back of my knuckle as I fucked her deep and long.
“Come for me. Right the fuck now.”
And she did exactly as she was told. Nine.
“Good girl,” I growled, unbuckling her legs while I was still inside of her. I shoved them back against her body into breeding position and yanked her to the edge of the table.
“Say it,” I said, with a deep thrust that made my balls slap against her ass.
With her eyes toward the ceiling, she panted out, “How many more?”
I’d warned her about the fucking questions once and I wasn’t going to do it again. I fucked her even harder, jack-hammering her with all my force.
“Say my fucking name.”
A cry like a wild animal filled the dungeon. Pure frustration, pure exhaustion. She was there, she was right fucking there, on the brink of letting go to me completely.
“My King,” she sobbed out. “You are my King.”
Holy fucking shit. That word. That surrender. The orgasm I thought I’d been so in control of was now busting out of my balls and into my shaft. King. Her king. It was like we were connected on another level. The title I’d never wanted, falling from her lips, sounded right. It sounded fitting. I grasped it with both hands.
“Goddamn it, yes, baby. Say it again,” I said, the table squeaking against its bolts on the floor. “Let me hear it again.”
The pleasure she heard in my voice instantly gave her strength. I saw her smile, even through her frustration, and her fists unclenched. Her pussy walls began to massage my cock to signal it was happening. I knew it before she did. Fuck yes. I plunged so far into her that she screamed as I met the back of her cunt.
“Call me king while I come inside you,” I roared. I sounded like a beast and I fucking felt like one.
The small of her back arched up off the table.
“God, yes my King,” she said. “Come inside me….”
Ten, together, with my seed shooting into her womb and I knew she was my forever and it was time for me to come out of the darkness and introduce her to the world as my light.
Chapter 17
Randal
After we fucked, I carried her upstairs to my bedroom. I needed her to know that there was more to this than simple lust. While I’d used sex to distract her from the horrors of the day before, I was aware that at some point they would intrude again upon her mind, and I wanted her to be sure she was loved and cared for. That she could talk to me about how she was feeling, as well as being my sex toy.