sperately clutching at him with everything inside me as my orgasm finally reared its head. Nothing could have prepared me for the way it coursed through me like a hurricane, devastating me from the very start.
I came hard for him over and over as he held me down, thoroughly mastering my pussy and my body with his cock. The more I came, the sorer I felt. My bottom hole tightened hard around the plug and I groaned as flashes of pain swirled through me and settled deep down in my core. My lower belly throbbed with need and my nipples pebbled hard.
“I want you to think about something, baby girl,” he growled, his voice hoarse with his own desire.
I was quiet as I waited for him, too distracted by the ridges of his thick length pushing in and out of my pussy over and over again as he drove me toward the edge of release once more.
“One day, baby girl, I’m going to fuck you. First, I’m going to make sure that your little pussy is sore from being made to come over and over again on my cock. But that’s not the only place I’m going to fuck that day. Can you guess where you’ll feel my cock after that?”
His thumb wiggled the plug in my bottom. Then he grasped the jewel and slowly pulled it out. He pushed it back in roughly and I moaned, even as my pussy grasped tightly around his cock.
“Where am I going to fuck you that day, baby girl?” he asked again, and shameful thoughts catapulted through me at his words. He couldn’t mean it, could he?
He punished me again with the plug, along with a firm thrust into my pussy.
“You’re going to fuck my ass, Your Majesty,” I cried out.
“That’s right, baby girl. I’m going to take that virgin hole and I’m going to fuck it hard. Think about that as you come for me now, do you understand?”
“Yes, Your Majesty,” I whispered.
It was impossible to focus on anything else. He claimed my pussy hard as if he owned it, leaving me sore and sorry and more thoroughly satisfied than any man ever had. He gripped the plug and fucked me with that too, ensuring that my pussy wasn’t the only sore place he used today.
The image of his cock sliding into my most reluctant hole painted a very shameful picture in my mind, and I couldn’t shake it away no matter how hard I tried because as much as the thought scared me, it also aroused me far more intensely than it should. The plug hurt and that was far smaller than his cock, which meant that being fucked there would hurt far more.
Why then did my pussy quiver with need? Why did it make me even more wet than I was before?
Was I a dirty girl? Did I enjoy naughty shameful things like getting my bottom fucked like a bad little girl?
He pushed the plug back inside me and I knew the answer.
I did like it. I was a dirty little girl who liked being used by her king.
I shuddered, feeling my body clutch desperately at his length. He fucked me even harder and I drowned in my orgasm, awash in feelings of pleasure and pain and insatiable need. I came imagining the ridges of his cock pressing in and out of my asshole, of his cock bottoming out in my most shameful place and I keened as my orgasm pierced through me like a blade. I quaked with the powerful intensity of my release, losing myself in white-hot bliss that threatened to consume me alive.
“Oh, god. Please, Your Majesty,” I begged.
“You want my seed in your tight little hole, don’t you, baby girl,” he growled, and my core twisted harder than ever.
I did. I wanted it.
“Please,” I pleaded, and his cock punished my pussy hard, over and over again as he groaned above me. His grip on the back of my neck tightened and the pace that he fucked my bottom hole with the plug increased too.
“You will come when I say, do you understand?” he demanded and I cried out, too far gone to even think about disobeying.
“Yes, Your Majesty,” I moaned. His hips pumped hard into mine, his balls smacking against my pussy and I boldly reached between my legs to touch my clit.
“Naughty girl, touching yourself without permission,” he said quietly.
“Guess you’ll have to spank me later, my king,” I breathed, my voice shaking from the pleasure racing to be set free.
“Your rightful place is over my knee, isn’t it, baby girl?”
“Yes, Your Majesty,” I keened as he thrust into me especially hard, and he snarled, his fingers digging roughly into my flesh as he used me as he pleased.
My back arched as I swirled my fingers around my clit. I teased myself, knowing exactly how I needed to be touched in that moment, stroking myself closer and closer to release until I became nervous that I wouldn’t be able to hold myself back.
“Are you ready to come, baby girl?”