When I squeezed the tip, he broke the kiss momentarily, laughing in a deep, throaty voice. Then he crushed his mouth over mine a second time, his tongue dominating mine. I continued stroking him, my fingers slick from my juice.
There was something unique about our coupling, the forbidden aspect never far from my mind. I squeezed his cock until he moaned into the kiss. When he pulled away, biting my lower lip, a single whimper escaped my mouth. After taking a deep breath, he eased back, rolling his hands down my neck to my chest, tweaking my nipples.
Then he gazed into my eyes, his never blinking as he unfastened the belt, taking his time to unroll the thick strap from around my wrists. As he pulled me onto my feet, I could almost read his mind, the sadistic side of him breaching the surface.
He turned me around, immediately sliding the belt around my neck, pushing the end through the buckle. After tightening it against my skin, he snapped the long end against my bottom several times.
“Oh, my.” I closed my eyes, pressing my palms against the table, the slight sting only adding to the dancing sensations.
“I could fuck you for days, driving my cock deep inside every hole.” His sounds were completely guttural as he rolled his finger down my spine before yanking on the strap. The feeling of the belt tightening around my neck wasn’t terrifying. It was exhilarating, pushing me into a level of darkness I’d always been curious about but had never experienced.
The man knew how to keep me fully aroused, my nipples swollen and aching, my pussy juice staining the inside of my thighs. Visions popped into my mind, all of them filthy, kinky in a way I’d only imagined. He wanted me to surrender to him completely, letting go of all my inhibitions. In what was left of my rational mind, I realized this was a test of trust, allowing me to understand that he had my life in his hands, and he would do everything in his power to keep me from harm.
And so, I let myself go.
When he pressed his fingers against the small of my back, pushing me over the table then kicking my legs apart, several scattered moans rushed up from the depths of my being. Very slowly he rolled a finger down the crack of my ass, continuing to keep a firm hold on the strap.
“You’re a bad little girl, aren’t you, Willow?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Do you know what bad girls deserve?”
I swallowed several times, excitement tearing through me like a firestorm. “No, sir.” The word came easily, naturally, as if I’d been submitting to him for months if not years.
“They get fucked in the ass.” He shoved the tip of his finger into my dark hole, shifting it up and down as my muscles clamped down around his long digit. “Over and over again.”
The thought was shameful, another dirty moment of taking me to my limits. I arched my back in an offering, pressing up from the table and spreading my legs even wider.
“You want it, don’t you?” he asked in a low, rough voice.
“Yes, sir.”
“Then tell me you want it.”
I only hesitated for a few seconds before spewing the words, another jolt of electricity soaring.
“Fuck me in the ass. Please. Drive your cock deep inside.”
He smacked my bottom with his hand several times, the threshold of pain keeping the ache to a minimum. I undulated back and forth and within seconds, he realized I was even hungrier than before.
“Yes, a very naughty girl.” After issuing several hard slaps on one side of my bottom then the other, he dipped his fingers into my pussy, pumping several times them shoving them into my asshole.
“Oh, fuck.” The pain was biting, driving me into a surreal moment. I couldn’t catch my breath, the belt adding to the rush of adrenaline. I’d never been this turned on, incapable of getting away, the anticipation of what he was about to do slamming against every boundary.
Viper thrust hard and fast, flexing his fingers open, forcing my muscles to yield to his power. I continued shifting back and forth, the friction from the edge of the table pressed against my clit driving me into another orgasm.
“Oh, fuck.” The words escaped again as the climax rumbled in my system, my heated core exploding.
“Yes, this is exactly what you need every day.” He removed his fingers, smacking me long and hard for at least thirty seconds. Then he placed the tip of his cock at my dark hole, hesitating only a few seconds before pushing his cockhead inside. As he gripped my hip with one hand, I could tell he was winding the end of the belt around the other.
I braced myself, gasping for air until he drove the entire length inside. There was no way to describe the rush in my mind or the way the anguish melted into utter bliss. I was shocked how insanely amazing it felt to have him fully seated inside. As my muscles stretched, all I could concentrate on was the sound of his heavy breathing.
Exhaling, he pulled almost all the way out, driving into me again.
And again.
There was something so freeing about this, as if he’d claimed every part of me, marking me as his own. When he plunged in several times, I met every brutal thrust, pushing hard against the table. He tightened the belt again, the hold savage. As he developed a rhythm, I was driven straight into pure ecstasy, no longer able to think about anything.