I wanted to come so bad.
“Fuck. Please. Dex, just let me come,” I begged.
I felt so weak. So many other things demanded my attention, like my sister Lea and the deplorable Prince Radock, fucking prick that he was. But in that moment, all I could think was escape, pleasure, and a moment to enjoy the depravity my captors could bestow on my body. But then, with their touch and their encouragement, I knew I was just as strong as I’d always been.
I could take my pleasure and then, I’d use that energy. Use it to become something more, something formidable and worth every ounce of my energy. I was a warrior. I’d take my pleasure and use the satisfaction it gave me to do what needed to be done.
I’d save my sister, no matter what it took.
But I’d enjoy my orgasm first.
I moaned, I sighed, and I squirmed underneath Dex’s dominating presence and I trembled with the passion his touch evoked within me. His dick was massive, long and girthy and it stretched me to the max, so wide that I wondered if I could really take it, but then he fucked me, in and out, hard and fast and I knew I could. I could take it all. I wanted it all. Every. Fucking. Last. Inch.
I arched my back and rolled my hips, listening to the delightful wet sound of his cock taking my ass, of his balls smacking into my skin, announcing his conquest to the world. I didn’t care. The only ones there were my captors, men sworn to break, use, and fuck me until I was but a fraction of the strong human I once was. Only they’d never really break me. But I wouldn’t ever tell them that.
My heartbeat pounded in my chest and then he touched my clit.
A lightning bolt jolted me, pleasure in its purest form, taking me, demanding every ounce of my attention. Burning. Pleasing. Ecstasy. I moaned low, needing more, wanting more, begging Dex for mercy, for my release.
“Fuck. Please, Dex. Please let me come,” I begged.
“This hurts me as much as this hurts you, but naughty girls must be punished,” Dex whispered right into my ear and I moaned loud beneath him. I realized then that the residual essence of the ginger must be affecting him too and I grew hotter, knowing that he was feeling at least a little of the burn that I was feeling.
Hot.
Utterly consuming.
Fucking incredible.
“Please, let me come, Dex,” I begged.
“Do you deserve pleasure, Mya? Or do you deserve more pain,” he murmured, and my body ignited with passionate desire. I didn’t know. I wanted both. Pain and pleasure mixed into one. Did I really have to choose?
“I need to come,” I responded, knowing that no matter what happened over the next few hours, Dex held my fate in his hands. He’d give me pain or pleasure, depending on his mood and I enjoyed it. I liked not having control for at least a little while.
I fucking loved every second. His hand dipped beneath our h
ips, stroking my clit and igniting every nerve within my core. My body reacted violently, needy, wanting, and I moaned with hunger for more. I needed to come. I’d give anything to find my pleasure.
I felt Dex slow, the tempo of his dick lessening just a tad and I arched my spine, throwing back my head as I leaned against his chest.
Holy fuck.
I was about to lose it.
“Dex, I can’t hold back,” I begged, and he chuckled. I knew he was looking down on me and my heart burst with excitement.
“Come, naughty little human, come or I’ll take my belt to this ass of yours. I’ll teach you a lesson you won’t ever forget,” Dex responded and I trembled.
I needed pleasure. I needed to come. I needed his fucking permission and he had finally given it. I shuddered beneath him as he pinched my clit and my whole world fell apart in a fiery blaze of passion. My eyes rolled back in my head and I moaned low in my throat, shivering and quaking with the tendrils of ecstasy as they burned through me.
This was how bad girls were fucked and I loved it.
My entire body tensed as he forced every last second of pleasure from my body. He wasn’t gentle. It was rough, hard, and it hurt, but it was exactly what I needed.
Biran moved beneath me and the robot shifted my body. He kissed me softly, sweetly and I moaned into his lips. His fingers rolled over my nipples, pinching them gently and my body burned hotter than ever.
“Oh, God, please. Fuck me,” I begged.