“Look at you, you dirty little slut. You really did come from being whipped, didn’t you?”
Nicolo’s hand finds my pussy once more, pushing aside my panties, and I can feel the wetness slicking his fingers. He traces between my folds, collecting my arousal, and he presses his fingers to my clit, massaging in a circle as zings of pleasure race to my core. I’m still intensely sensitive after my first orgasm. But Nicolo only seems to enjoy the way I twitch and jump beneath his hand.
And as his thumb takes over so his fingers can slide into my pussy, I find myself building to a second orgasm in no time. His hands touch me so expertly, my body sings beneath them, my skin searing wherever he touches me. Quickening his pace, Nicolo fingers me forcefully, determined to get a second orgasm out of me.
I moan as the sensation overwhelms me. Insanely turned on, I feel like I might tear in half if he keeps up this grueling pace. And then he leans forward to capture my nipple between his lips. His tongue rolls the hard nub and flicks it. The skin is raw and taut from the abuse it suffered earlier, and still, an ache throbs deep in my core. With his free hand, Nicolo grasps my other breast and firmly kneads it in his palm. His fingers capture my nipple, and he pinches it gently, rolling it between his finger and thumb.
The overwhelming stimulation launches me into a second orgasm, and I cry out as I find my release, the sound muffled by my gag. My pussy clenches around Nicolo’s fingers, trying to pull him further inside of me, and my chest heaves as wave after wave of ecstasy crash down on me.
As I finally slow, I collapse weakly, my arms straining with my full weight, but I can’t seem to find the strength to stand on my own. I feel like my body has betrayed me. I shouldn’t want Nicolo to touch me after all of the horrible things he’s done, but every time he does, my body comes alive.
Slowly, the strength comes back to my legs, and as Nicolo unties my ankles, I take the weight off my wrists and stand. Nicolo unties my wrists next, and I massage the circulation back into them as Nicolo unbuckles the gag and gently pulls it from my lips.
My teeth are sore from biting down on my ball gag so hard. My lips feel stretched and dry from being forced open for so long. I dare to look up into Nicolo’s eyes, wondering if he might be done with me now that he’s delivered his punishment, but the fire in them tells me this is not over.
“Go to the bed and take your panties off,” Nicolo commands.
Anxiety grips me as I think about the last time we had sex. I got pregnant, and it changed my life permanently. I can’t do that again. Still, I do as he says, walking my death march to the black silk sheets. I hook my thumbs into the skimpy lace and slide the thong down over my ass, letting it drop to the floor before I crawl onto the bed. I turn around to find Nicolo has stripped the rest of his clothes off. From this angle, he really could be a sculpture in a museum. His body is so perfect, and as he rips the package of a condom and rolls it down his length, a bubble of anticipation rises inside me.
He prowls toward me, climbing onto the bed with me and leaning me back, so I’m lying flat. Pressing between my thighs, Nicolo shifts until his lips hover just above mine. “I’ve been dying for this moment to find out if you’re really a virgin or not,” he murmurs before crushing his lips to mine.
A fierce stab of pain lances my heart to know he still doesn’t remember me. I need to get used to it if I’m going to survive this, but in the back of my mind, I still can’t believe he thought so little of me. I was truly nothing to him back then, and I’m nothing more than another conquest to him now.
Grasping my wrists, Nicolo forces my hands above my head, and he pins me down as his cockhead slides between my folds to press against my entrance. He doesn’t give me a chance to accommodate him at all, teasing me for only a second before he shoves forcefully inside me, burying himself in my pussy up to the hilt. He’s thick and long, almost too big for me, and I can feel myself stretching almost painfully around his width–but there’s pleasure, too.
His cock feels as good as it did the first time, a mixture of pain and pleasure that rides the perfect knife’s-edge of both, making me hate myself even as it makes me burn, straining under him as I clench even tighter around his length.
Nicolo groans, pausing for a moment as he closes his eyes. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he murmurs.
Then he starts to move on top of me, rocking in and out of my pussy as he grazes against my clit. It’s so different this time from the first time we were together. He quickens his pace, pounding adamantly into me angrily. As if he hates himself for fucking me as much as I do, even as he takes the same pleasure from it. When we had sex in high school, he took his time and really built up the pleasure. Even so, the sensation of him thrusting inside me turns me on. The way he spreads my thighs and pins me down. He’s completely in control, and my traitorous bodylovesit.
Each thrust sends tingles rippling out to my fingers and toes. I gasp as I try to stop myself from falling too deeply in this moment. Though Nicolo makes my body respond in ways I never knew it could, he’s only using me. I have to keep a clear head. And yet, my pleasure continues to intensify, and the increasingly familiar sensation of an impending orgasm tightens my core.
Nicolo shifts my wrists into one hand, and his other trails down my arm to grope my breast and tease my nipple. His lips find the tender spot behind my ear, which he sucks mercilessly, making my clit throb and my stomach quiver. I’m so close to coming for a third time, and deep shame wars within me as I find it impossible to resist the pleasure.
The new, torturous attention sends ripples of fire licking through my veins, and I squeeze my eyes closed as I fight my impending orgasm. I don’t want to give him the pleasure of knowing he can make me orgasm, and still, I can’t stop myself. I bite my lip to muffle the cry that bursts from me unbidden as tingling euphoria erupts from my core.
Nicolo releases a dark chuckle as I ride the waves of my release, my chest heaving with the intensity of it. “You’re so fucking horny. You little tease, you clearly wanted me to fuck you all along. No one comes this many times if they don’t want it.”
Shame makes my cheeks flame as I realize I have no control over my attraction toward Nicolo. He knows how to make me come even when I can’t stand the thought of him claiming me again. And yet here he is, fucking me for his own amusement as he rocks me to my very core.
I open my eyes to find Nicolo studying my face, mild amusement mingled with deep satisfaction at his accomplishment. Stilling on top of me as the aftershocks of my orgasm subside, Nicolo keeps his cock buried in me as his muscled chest expands with each deep breath he takes.
“Well, you’re clearly not a virgin, little bird, but you’re so tight. Is that because you’re so frigid while you’ve been playing hard to get? Has anyone ever fucked you in the ass before? I bet not. I think you like toying with people and not putting out once you’re done with them.”
His tone is light and speculative, but my heart hammers in my chest as I think of his thick cock pushing inside my untouched hole. My breathing turns frantic as my anxiety flares, bringing bile to my throat once more.
A wicked smile curls Nicolo’s full lips. “Judging by your reaction, I think I must be right.”
Shifting dexterously, Nicolo releases my wrists as he slides out of me. Then his hands are on my hips as he moves me, flipping me onto my stomach in one smooth motion. I feel his cockhead press between my thighs as he reaches over me to bring my hands up to the top of the bed. Before I know what’s happening, he loops two strands of nylon rope around my wrists and pulls them tight, tying me in place.
Terror grips my chest, making it hard for me to breathe. Nicolo’s hands return to my hips, and he hauls me onto my knees until my arms are extended over my head, my breasts pressed to the black silk bed sheets as my back arches, exposing my pussy and ass.
Nicolo releases a groan of appreciation that makes my core tighten even as I start to panic. Nicolo’s fingers trace a circle around the puckered hole of my ass, and I shiver as my body responds both electrically and with an icy stab of fear.
“Maybe I should take your ass tonight since your pussy’s already been filled by someone else. I want to claim your virginity. What do you say, pet? Shall I fuck this hole tonight?” His fingers continue to tease my ass, making it perfectly clear what he means as he circles and presses against my entrance.
I can’t stop the tears from pooling in my eyes. A sob bursts from my chest as my fear consumes me, and Nicolo’s fingers pause for a split second–with surprise or momentary regret, I don’t know. And then whatever reaction he was having vanishes as he covers it with a deep, rumbling laugh.