With my hands, I created a space that let me slide my dick back and forth along her clit. My balls hit the cold end of the dildo as I gave her constant, unceasing contact with my dick against her clit.
“Call me by my name.” I gritted out between clenched teeth.
A red flush blossomed from her chest to her cheeks and her body shimmered with sweat. She didn’t answer me right away. I had to pull those words out of all that pleasure. “Answer me.”
That yanked her back to me and she found her way to speaking again.
“I don’t… I don’t know yet….”
I pulled the dildo out of her and threw it aside, plunging my cock into the gaping, cum-slick hole it left behind. She was so wet that I almost couldn’t fucking feel her but she still felt amazing. It was like she was a part of me.
“Don’t make me keep fucking asking,” I said, deep dicking her until she gave me eight.
She was fighting me, fighting me hard. She clenched her pussy like a vise, but I kept my orgasm back. It was right there, right there, but I didn’t give it to her. Not until she gave me what I asked.
“It’s too much, it’s too…” She panted.
No fucking way. I gave her clit the back of my knuckle as I fucked her deep and long.
“Come for me, you little brat. Right the fuck now,” I snapped.
And she did exactly as she was told. Nine.
“Good girrrrrrrl,” I growled, unbuckling her legs while I was still inside of her. I shoved them back against her body into breeding position and yanked her to the edge of the table.
“Say it,” I said, with a deep thrust that made my balls slap against her ass.
She balled her hands in tight, frustrated fists. With her eyes toward the ceiling, she panted out, “How many more?”
I’d warned her about the fucking questions once and I wasn’t going to do it again. I fucked her even harder, jack-hammering her with all my force.
“Say my fucking name.”
A cry like a wild animal filled the dungeon. Pure frustration, pure exhaustion. She was there, she was right fucking there, on the brink of letting go to me completely.
“My King,” she sobbed out. “You are my King.”
Holy fucking shit. That word. That surrender. The orgasm I thought I’d been so in control of was now busting out of my balls and into my shaft.
“Goddamn it, yes, baby. Say it again,” I said, the table squeaking against its bolts on the floor. “Let me hear it again.”
The pleasure she heard in my voice instantly gave her strength. I saw her smile, even through her frustration, and her fists unclenched. Her pussy walls began to massage my cock to signal it was happening. I knew it before she did. Fuck yes. I plunged so far into her that she screamed as I met the back of her cunt.
“Say it like you mean it,” I roared. I sounded like a beast and I fucking felt like one.
The small of her back arched up off the table.
“Come for me, my King,” she said. “Come inside me….”
Ten, together, with my seed shooting into her womb.
Chapter 12
Randal
We fucked like animals for days. We came together for hours, we screwed for whole nights. She learned to obey, to stop sassing me, to take whatever I gave her. And she fucking took it like the goddess that she was. Each orgasm was stronger, each session was longer. In her arms, I saw a life of pleasure and pain that was all I had ever hoped for, but never let myself dream about. It was bliss.
Fucking heaven.
We talked, I asked her everything. I wanted all of her. She asked me things as well, I kept my answers vague, not lying to her, but not quite telling her the whole truth either. I didn’t want to ruin what we had, selfish as fuck I know, but I had things to figure out.
As I was shooting a hot load into her for the eighth time that day, I thought to myself that I could die right then, right there. I was a fucking happy man, at last.
One afternoon, I was about to bathe that sweet pink cunt when there was a knock at the dungeon door.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I growled, never taking my eyes off her silky red slit. My soapy fingers were literally two inches from her swollen pussy, with my cum still trickling from her opening, and we were getting interrupted? “I give exactly zero fucks who is on the other side of that door.”
Iris was naked, once again chained to the wall, sitting on the fuck table, covered in suds, and she laughed a little. She shimmied her ass and it made her tits jiggle.