“That’s correct, my little mate,” he replied. “Do you feel as though you’ve been properly put in your place today?”
“Yes, sir,” I whimpered, unsure of how much longer he was going to make me wait. I felt as though I was ready to shatter into pieces and I sincerely hoped he’d let me.
“Good,” he said and swiftly, he thrust in and out of me in rough motions. I gasped with pleasure, even as my body pinched hard in an effort to get used to his enormous size. It hurt but it also felt immeasurably good and I found that I wanted more, so much more.
His hands wound around my hips and he dug them into me, pressing me down against the boulder and holding me firmly in place. He took complete control of me as he fucked me, slowly at first before he started to pick up the momentum of his thrusts.
My core twisted hard at finally being given what I desperately wanted. He drove into me roughly, using me as hard as he desired. His pelvis slapped against my punished pussy and it felt like I was getting spanked there all over again. His cock speared into me, taking me and twisting me into a wet little mess that simply wanted to be used hard. It pressed into me deeply and I shuddered with desire.
My nipples hardened into tight little peaks, pushing against the hard surface of the rock beneath me. The pressure against my spanked breasts was painful but it only served to heighten my arousal to levels I hadn’t thought myself capable of.
I was so hot. My body was smoldering with unreleased pleasure and I struggled to manage it. He fucked me even harder and I whined with need. I wanted to come badly. My inner walls shuddered around his length and I squeezed his cock, milking him for everything that he gave me.
“Please,” I begged.
“You are not allowed to come yet, omega. You will wait for permission,” he commanded, and a hot streak of desire arced straight down to my clit. I trembled as pleasure overwhelmed me and I knew it was only a matter of time before I lost control of it completely.
The longer he fucked me, the more I felt his dominance over me. He owned my pain, my pleasure, and my body and that became quite clear as he thrust into me as roughly as he pleased. I whimpered and writhed as he used me, suffering under the sheer weight of the passion that was raging inside me.
I begged him and pleaded for permission. He only used me harder and even more ruthlessly than before. He was enjoying this power over me and I could feel every last inch it as it slammed into my pussy again and again.
“Please, sir. I can’t,” I pleaded, no longer able to form complete sentences. I lost my words and struggled to piece them together, focused entirely on the pleasure humming through my veins and throbbing in between my thighs.
“Come hard for me, my little mate,” he demanded, and I obeyed. I came for him. Hard.
A tremor raced through my body, a gentle warning of what was to come. I tried to fight it because I knew it would shatter me in a way that I’d never been shattered before. Heated bliss quaked inside me, intensifying with each passing moment until I was panting for air. I was so very hot. I needed to breathe, but most of all I needed release.
My entire body started to shake, and my muscles flexed. He’d built the perfect storm inside me and now it was breaking me apart as it all came to a head. At first, I moaned quietly with pleasure but before long, I was screaming with it.
He used me hard as I came, not caring that it hurt, but that made my orgasm all that much stronger. I trembled under its power as it swept me into its thrall. My blood felt like it was boiling beneath my skin and I felt myself tense as a second orgasm swept over me far too quickly after the first.
No man had ever made me come like this. He fucked me harder and I knew in that moment that he would be the last man I ever fucked.
He was my mate. I was his and his cock was teaching me that with every last thrust.
“That’s it, mate. Come all over my cock,” he purred, and my core clenched down hard. My pussy tightened around that large cock and I took it all. I took it all because that’s what he demanded of me.
Decad
ent bliss hurtled through me and I found it as pleasurable as it was painful. I’d been so tightly wound up by his punishment that every orgasm felt like it fractured me into pieces and as a third one threatened to break over me, I keened loudly.
My legs shook and my toes and fingers curled as my ecstasy ravaged me from within. Endless bliss washed over me and it felt like it was going to break me apart. His hips slapped against my still very sore little pussy, punishing my scalded flesh with every last incredible thrust. He slammed into me again and again as I came for him.
I don’t know how many orgasms he forced from my body. It didn’t matter. I was going to keep coming until he decided to allow me to stop.
“I can’t,” I pleaded.
“You will,” he answered.
He used me hard and rough, claiming my pussy and showing me that not only could he punish me with his palm and a switch, but that his cock was just as formidable too. My pussy ached from his enormous length, but that didn’t stop him. In fact, it only made him piston into me with a ferocious vigor that spoke of his powerful otherworldly virility.
I came so many times that soon I began to fear each subsequent one.
I had thought my punishment had ended with that last fateful lash of the switch on my poor little clit. I soon realized I had been wrong.
He was punishing me hard with that enormous cock. An intoxicating mix of pleasure raced through my veins and I struggled to take it. I screamed. I moaned and I writhed from the intensity of the sensations coursing through my ravaged little body. As he fucked me, I started to fully understand what it meant to be subdued.
He lifted my hips off the rock and wound his arm around my waist, holding my lower body in midair, which made me take his cock even more deeply. He reached around my waist and toyed with my aching clit. Then he pinched it hard and I broke into pieces beneath him.