It was as though it was just the two of us alone in the world.
“Please,” I begged once more, hoping that he would be merciful and grant me release. My body was blazing from his delicious torture and I gasped when he pushed his fingers particularly deep within me and then pulled out entirely.
For a moment I felt lost and I whimpered, the sound pitiful even to my own ears.
“What is it, little girl? Do you want something?” he prodded, and I shivered, feeling myself blush even though he couldn’t see my face. He knew what I wanted. Why was he making me say it?
“Please,” I pleaded.
“No, that’s not how naughty little girls ask for something they want. Tell me what you want. Be specific,” he demanded, and his palm settled over my pussy. He slapped my wet folds once and I whimpered as a sharp sting washed over me. He’d spanked my pussy. Then he tapped my sensitive flesh once more, silently warning me that there would be more if I didn’t obey him.
Nervously, I bit my lower lip and squeezed my eyes shut. It took everything in me to open them once again and then I took a deep breath, trying to find my voice even though it felt like I had none.
“Please let me come,” I finally whispered.
“Naughty little girls only get to come with a cock in their tight little asses,” he countered, and I cried out in both excitement and shame, just as I felt the hot head of his shaft press against my bottom hole. It was slick, wet with his arousal or mine, I didn’t know.
His cock was far larger than his two fingers. My body wasn’t prepared for so wide a girth and the aching, burning sensation returned, only far stronger this time. It felt as though my tight hole was on fire and I cried out at the sudden shameful agony, but still, he pushed on. He spread my ass wider and wider, the thick head of his cock taking me in a way that proved to be more shameful than I could have ever imagined. I thought I was going to split in two.
I didn’t think he was going to fit inside me.
I whimpered. I cried and I moaned at the painful sensations coursing through my body, but still, he didn’t stop. He pushed onward, his onslaught relentless, and then the tip of his shaft finally breached my tight hole. The thick length proceeded on, pressing deeper and deeper into my bottom as I struggled to take him.
It felt so wrong, so shameful, and I had never felt more like a punished little girl.
Finally, he pressed his entire length into me, and I struggled to relax, my body tensing and clenching around him as he grunted with pleasure.
“Such a bad little girl,” he whispered, and I trembled with pleasure beneath him. I felt so full and it felt so dirty, but I was more turned on than I wanted to admit. Even now, my wetness was pouring from me, sliding down my folds, onto my thighs, and likely down onto the wooden crate beneath me.
With his cock deep inside me, his hands ventured around my hips. One held me there while the other traced up my back, trailing up my spine and up into my hair. His fingers gently massaged me there and I sighed at the enjoyable sensation. I felt my body soften for him and for a second, I thought he meant to bring me pleasure too.
Then his fingers fisted into the hair at the base of my scalp. He wrenched my head backward, forcing me to arch my spine, and I cried out at the sudden terrible agony that spread out across the back of my head. But at the same time, my eyes rolled back in my head and my pussy spasmed with pleasure, aching to be full of something other than just the empty air.
Fuck.
He pulled harder and I moaned. He forced me to arch my spine even more, all the while lifting my hips and then he pulled back and thrust into me hard.
There was no mercy in his movements. He fucked my ass hard, his cock spearing into my depths over and over again as he held me captive.
The wet sounds of his cock plunging into me sounded loud to me. The back of my head burned and when he pulled me up, a fresh wave of agony spread across my sensitive flesh. He lifted me so that my back pressed against his chest, his shaft still taking my ass as his. I felt so turned on and so ashamed at the same time.
“Take those naughty fingers and rub your clit, little girl,” he demanded, his voice hot and breathy beside my ears. “Don’t you dare stop until you come with my cock deep in your ass.”
I almost forgot to breathe. My insides twisted and somewhere deep inside me, I wanted to obey him, but at the same time, there was a part of me that fought it. For a long moment, I was silent, unsure of what to do, and then his voice was at my ear.
“Obedience will be rewarded, little one. Disobey me and you’ll be punished,” he threatened then, his tone dark, decadent, and utterly captivating.
The side of me that wanted to disobey glimmered away into nothingness. I wanted to come and because of that, my hesitant fingers ventured down across my flat stomach and over top of my mound. With two fingers, I traced either side of my outer lips, sliding across my wetness, and I gasped at what I found.
I was sopping wet. I’d never been this way, ever. Not even late at night in the privacy of my own room, deep in space on our old ship, had I ever been this wet. My body’s reaction to this man was so primal, so utterly strong that I couldn’t resist him.
I circled my clit, and his hips pumped forward, once, then twice as he fucked my ass. His thrusts were hard, brutal even. He was fucking me to punish me and I didn’t want it to stop. I felt so full in such a shameful way but so turned on at the same time.
Every inch of his cock punished my tight bottom hole. I felt like a bad little girl with every sharp thrust and I could feel myself growing even wetter at the thought. My fingers explored my clit more then and I moaned out loud, far louder than I had before, and the man groaned with his own pleasure. I shuddered with arousal at the sound.
“Such a bad little girl,” he murmured again.
I worked my clit with my fingers more fervently then, my body heating with passionate desire. My skin felt like it was on fire, the blood hot and feverish in my veins.