Every word punctuated with a thrust inside me that made me howl when I came again.
“I’m going to breed that sweet little pussy until I’ve put a baby inside you,” he grunted, and I came again, just like that. “I’m going to fucking come in your womb, Rose. Where my cum belongs.”
He moved his hand off my mouth and held down my hips, fucking deeper and harder than ever.
“Moan for me,” he said breathlessly, and I couldn’t have stopped if I tried.
I could feel him starting to lose control. His breathing got more and more labored, his words needy, controlling whispers that told me exactly what to do.
I loved getting this kind of rise out of him, fucking loved it when he gave into his urges. I knew he was holding back and this time I didn’t encourage him to let go. Instead I pushed and pushed and waited until his demanding voice broke.
“Rose,” he groaned, pumping into me with the same force, but getting slower and slower. “Fuck, Rose.”
“Please,” I begged him. “Come inside me, I’m so desperate Master, I need it so much.”
He groaned and fucked deeper, a little harder.
“Faster,” I said. “Hurt me. Please hurt me, Master!”
It set him off in seconds, and he cursed out loud when he pushed his cock deeper than he’d ever been. I felt him touching walls I didn’t know existed, and he sprayed his cum inside me, painting the walls of my womb.
“Keep going,” I whispered, and he grabbed me by my mouth, really grabbed me and held down as he moved, filling me up completely.
“Are you sure?” he asked roughly. “I won’t be able to slow down. Be gentle. I’ll be rough. Meaner than you’re used to. Do you understand?”
“I do,” I whispered. “Please, Master.”
Immediately, his hand covered my mouth again. His other hand went to my nipples, punishing them by pinching them into tight, painful peaks.
I thrashed and twisted and turned under his arms, but I was no match for him. No match for the intense mix of pleasure and pain he delivered, making my body submit only for him.
I screamed against his palm and he licked the tears off my face, telling me how good I tasted while he fucked me again. I felt his cum inside me, coating him and making his fucking sloppy, slippery and loud. Shame colored my cheeks into bright red circles and I shut my eyes tightly to prevent the next orgasm for happening.
“Come,” Thorn whispered in my ear, shattering all my hopes of staying on the edge.
I came apart as his prisoner, and whether it was willing or not didn’t matter because I was no longer my own person. I was his property, his soulmate, his for the taking. Ready for anything he doled out and begging for more if he let me.
His hands both moved to my neck and he started pressing down, choking my moans out of me.
“You want more?” he asked me sweetly. “You want another load of cum into your cunt, Rose? You want Master to make sure you’ve got a baby inside you by the time I’m done?”
I nodded, a tear slipping down my cheek.
“Words,” he demanded. “Use your fucking words, Harlow.”
The use of my name brought me back.
“Fuck me, Master,” I whispered. “I’m yours.”
He did exactly what I’d begged for, using and abusing my body until I felt as light as air. Lighter than I ever had on that stage, lighter than a feather.
“Yours,” I whispered over and over again as he slowly cut off my oxygen supply.
“Leaving, pretty girl?” he asked me roughly, kissing my bottom lip. “Leaving me already?”
My eyes felt heavy. I was close to passing out. My hand wrapped around his forearm, I tried to tap out, I tried to make him stop.
“No,” he told me in his deep, commanding voice. “Not yet.”
I blinked, blinked again. I was drowsy. Sleepy.
“Now,” he whispered, and let go of my throat.
But it was too late. I was already slipping under.
I heard him curse out loud as he pulled out. Heard him spit on his cum-covered cock, and felt him aim it at my asshole.
My eyes flew open when he forced his way inside me.
“Rueben!” I cried out, my arms connecting behind his neck, shooting up in bed and trembling while he fucked me. “Please, I’m scared…”
“Shh,” he whispered, smoothing my hair down. “Let me come in your ass, Rose.”
I thought of Ellis. Panicked, scared thoughts that Thorn made disappear in seconds, gently touching me, his cock fucking me like he loved me. Like Ellis never did.
I let him have me, slowly relaxing in his arms and letting my ass take him in. He rocked me sensually against his body and I felt him getting closer and closer.
“Look at me,” he ordered, and my eyes shot up, needily latching onto his. “That’s right, that’s my good girl. Look at your Master while he fucks your ass. Come on, pretty little thing, eyes up, look at me, let me have one more fucking orgasm.”