“Jax, please,” I begged,
my ass bucking upward once again. His thumb pressed against the base of the plug stuffed in between my cheeks, pushing it deeper for a moment before he gripped the base and pulled it a little, reminding me of how little I was in control in that moment.
God. I didn’t want this. But I did. My body needed it. My mind was slow to follow.
His dick pressed harder against my clit and I screamed with frustration when he pulled away. My skin smoldered, my limbs quickly heating and making me feel feverish. My eyes felt like they were glazed with it. I was intoxicated with my passion.
Fuck, his cock felt good. Would it be so terrible to enjoy my captivity? To take pleasure in his punishing me? My pussy clenched with the answer.
“I,” I began, before my voice failed me.
The head of his dick pressed against my entrance, but not enough to enter me.
It drove me wild.
“Please punish me, Jax,” I pleaded. “Please hurt me.”
Jax chuckled behind me.
“You like it when it hurts, don’t you, Kira,” he asked.
“Yes,” I answered with a whine.
I felt my pussy answer him, my arousal dripping from me like a leaky faucet. His cock pushed harder against my entrance and I keened as he stretched me. His dick was huge, larger than I had ever seen, let alone taken before, definitely larger than when he had fucked me on stage with the rest of my captors. It hurt, it stretched me, and I cried out with pain, but it still felt good. My body took him in hungrily, throbbing with pleasure at finally being filled with his iron-hard shaft. Fuck. I needed this.
They’d made me want it and now I was ravenous for it.
His cock stretched me wide and my core throbbed, hot with desire. My body nearly vibrated with pleasure at finally being filled with Jax’s shaft. I felt like I had waited so long for it. He wasn’t gentle, but I liked it. His member felt like it speared me in two, it was so big, but I didn’t care, I just wanted to be fucked.
“Please,” I said quietly, under my breath, desperate for him to take me harder, as he pushed in and pulled out leisurely, filling me more and more until I took him completely to the hilt. Full of the plug and his dick, I felt ready to burst with shame at my rising arousal. I liked his rough treatment, this shameful act where my both my ass and pussy were penetrated.
I should be embarrassed, humiliated, but I was just utterly aroused.
He reached across my back and gripped my braid, winding it around his wrist and pulling it tight so that my head arched back. A blossom of pain prickled at the back of my scalp, but it quickly morphed into soul-shattering pleasure.
He pulled harder and slammed his hips into me, slapping his flesh against my freshly whipped backside, but for some reason, instead of angering me, it turned me on. I felt myself climb higher and higher, biting my lip to keep the screams of passion from escaping my throat.
Fuck. That felt good. It hurt, but it felt so fucking good.
My muscles tensed, gripping the leather bench between my thighs and I lost the battle to stay quiet. I screamed my passion, my release ripping through me like a riptide. My world burned white hot and I felt like I was spiraling into the clouds. Every nerve in my body quaked, smoldering into a fiery blaze that left me reeling with ecstasy.
My entire body hurt, stretched, beaten, and fucked but I was enjoying every second of it. I knew I should feel humiliated, but I didn’t. Jax was punishing me, but I liked it. He wasn’t gentle or kind, but he’d made me want it, conquering me in this single act.
I was his human.
Did I really hate the idea of being owned by these Vakarrans?
I didn’t know.
But this orgasm was so fucking good. I could feel him growing even larger inside me, his cock so hard, pounding into me with such purpose, that my release morphed into a second, more powerful one. I felt his other hand grip my hip, shaking slightly as he groaned under his breath.
I felt his seed coat the insides of my cunt, the final step in his marking of me. He pulled out, and I felt it dribble down the back of my stinging thighs and my ass. I was his.
Well. That was hot.
I panted, catching my breath and realizing just how raw my throat had become. Jax released my hair and his hold on my torso, leaving me bereft of his touch, which made me feel a little sad. I laid my cheek down on the cool leather of the bench, solely focusing on the advent of air in and out of my lungs.
Holy shit.