I was giddy as I obeyed. When he spit on my waiting tongue and followed it up with his thick cock, I groaned to feel it press all the way to the back of my throat. It was so thick, and from the angle of him above me, he couldn’t even get all of it in. He gripped my hair, moving my head over him, laughing when I gagged on a deep thrust.
“Aw, is that too much, little doll? But dolls take whatever their master wants, don’t they?” He held me down a moment longer, letting me gag again before he let me go and I lay my head back, gasping.
He gripped my hips and flipped me onto my stomach. Those invisible ties tightened over me again, keeping my legs spread. He squeezed my ass, spreading me open even more. “Is your pussy still sore?”
Two fingers pressed inside me and I cried out, squirming as he mercilessly fingered me. “Still sore,” I gasped, but I still moaned as he moved inside me. It felt good despite the pain; the sting only made it better.
“Well then, it would be mean of me to use your pussy again, wouldn’t it? I guess I’ll have to break in another hole instead.”
My body flushed cold at the thought of him squeezing that thick cock inside my ass—impossible—but then his tongue was between my cheeks and all other thoughts vanished from my head. The forked sides probed, licking my puckered hole with such hunger that I wasn’t left even a moment to feel embarrassed to have his face down there. It felt too good, and his fingers were still working my pussy.
“So wet,” he murmured. “Such a good little fuck doll. So eager to be destroyed.”
Waves of pleasure reverberated through me with every thrust of his fingers, with every swirl of his tongue. My eyes rolled back, and the invisible ties drew tighter. I was so close, and right as my orgasm gripped me, he pulled his mouth away and pressed a finger inside my ass, mingling the sudden stretch with the already overwhelming pleasure.
I cried out as my body throbbed, two fingers in my pussy and one in my ass moving in unison to draw out my peak to such an impossible degree that I was shaking, unable to squirm away, mouth hung open as every last rational thought left my brain.
“Fuck, there’s my good little whore,” he said, bent over my back, breath hot against my neck. His tongue stroked over my skin, over the marks he’d left across me, a chuckle rumbling in his chest as I fell apart on his fingers. “You look so good with my marks on you. All mine, just as you should be. Your soul is next, Raelynn. One word and you’re mine for eternity.”
Between the pleasure, the pain, the mind-blowing endorphins making me high, I almost could have given him my soul.Almost.
“Do you have lube, little doll?”
In my daze, I somehow managed to acknowledge that he’d asked a question. “Bedroom...upstairs…uh, nightstand drawer…”
He was gone only a few seconds, and then he was leaning over me again. I gasped as I felt a cold drop of lube near my puckered entrance, but his fingers warmed it quickly as he began to rub it between my cheeks. He pressed a finger inside, deep and slow, working me up again as I shuddered with the aftershocks of my last orgasm.
Then he pressed a second finger inside my ass, and I whimpered at the stretch. He bit down on my shoulder, growling gutturally as his hips moved eagerly against me. “Leon, please...please...fuck…” My begging was aimless; they were the only words I felt capable of forming. I nudged my hips back against him, encouraging his fingers deeper. The digits spread, tight as they worked to relax me.
“Oh, does my toy want more? A little more pain?” He pressed deeper and I groaned, his fingers slowly pulling in and out of me. “Little humans like you want to play rough but it’s so easy to break you. You tell me if it’s too much, understand?”
“Yes,” I managed to gasp. “Yes, please—”
Suddenly he lifted me up onto my hands and knees. He gripped my hair as he probed me again, pressing into my ass far easier than he had the first time.
“Your ass is mine from now on, Raelynn,” he said. “Mine. I’m going to fill that tight little hole up with my cum, you hear me?”
“Fuck...yes,” I groaned again as his fingers left, to be replaced with the thick, terrifying head of his cock up against my entrance. I began to gasp, the sheer anticipation making me shake. He eased me up, holding me tight, so I was on my knees leaning back against him with his cock poised to enter me.
He kissed my neck, and whispered, “Shh, shh, little doll. Catch your breath. Are you ready?”
I took several long, slow breaths. My hands were shaking at my sides, my legs were trembling, my body a flooded mess of endorphins. He left more kisses up my neck, across my jaw, and turned my face to take my mouth. I wanted to cry—not from pain but from the intensity, from the rush of it all—and a few tears made their escape as our mouths parted.
“I’m ready,” I whispered.
He took his time entering me, and damn did I need it. I’d played with small anal plugs before; they were nothing in comparison to him. He barely got the first ridge of his head in before I was tapping his leg, squirming. He held me there, soothing me, a gentle monster despite all the viciousness.
Deeper—tighter—slowly he filled me completely. He curled his body over mine, arms tight around me, one hand holding my face in a grip that was half tender and half brutal. He tipped my head back, so it rested against his shoulder, and my back arched.
“All mine, fuck doll,” he whispered, moving inside me. My eyes fluttered shut, and his hand caressed down my body, tucked between my legs and massaged my clit. “All mine.”
He fucked into me slowly but deep. The touch of his hand wound me tighter, the pleasure clenching my muscles until I squeezed around him, and his pace grew rougher. I was stunned I could fit him, stunned I could take it—and he was going to make me come again from fucking my ass.
“Come on my cock, doll,” he commanded. “Come for me.”
My orgasm wasn’t an explosion but a massacre—it shattered inside me and had me crying, breathless, shaking as my arousal dripped down my legs. He held me so tight I couldn’t move an inch. I could only kneel there, bound up in his arms, my body overwhelming me.
Fuck doll.Hisfuck doll. It was the only thought left. I was floating in darkness, swaddled in sin, vibrating with the wicked culmination of my fantasies coming to life. He was rough now, my muscles loosened enough to take it. When his cock began to throb in my ass, I could feel every pulsation.