“You’re mine, you’ve always been fucking mine, no one else’s ever.” I tried to soothe him with my hands down his back but he seemed to be lost in his head. We were both overcome by the pleasure we shared as he ground his cock into me deeper, harder.
“If he’d have had you I would’ve broken more than his fucking arms and legs.” He pulled my head back and stared down into my half opened eyes as he surged deeper into my body.
“Zared.”
“Shh, let me have you, I’ve waited too long.” Those words ran through me like sweet honey as he brought my legs down around his waist, opening me up wider for his powerful thrusts.
I felt him in my very pores, my breath was labored and it felt as though my heart would expire. It was so all consuming the way he took me over and under. I never knew it could be like this, so beautifully perfect.
***
ZARED
I tried to go slow, to hold back some of the fire that she’d lit in me, but it was no use. The feel of her tight cunt wrapped around my cock finally, did something to me. I never felt so wild before, like I wanted to do everything to her and with her at once. As if being inside her wasn’t enough, I felt the need to devour her completely, to force myself so deep into her that there was no end and no beginning.
Her nails scored the flesh of my back as I slid my cock in and out of her going deeper with each stroke until I butted against her cervix once more. A thrill ran through me at the thought of what laid just beyond, and before I could stop myself I pulled back and slammed into her strongly, breaking through that tight ring that protected her womb from my invading cock.
“Ahhhh.” Her body arched off the bed beneath me, plunging her tits into my chest beneath my mouth. It was all the encouragement I needed to lower my head and bite into one of her nipples as I rode her harder and faster before holding off once more.
“No, I want this to last; as much as I want to fuck you into the ground, I want to stay inside you for as long as you can hold on. Can you? Hold on?”
“Yes.” Her eyes were bright with lust as she strained up to meet my cock and I gritted my teeth against the onslaught of emotions that erupted in my chest.
“Give me your mouth.” she lifted her head to mine and I swallowed her tongue, nipping it playfully before sucking it back in. Her hips never stopped moving to meet mine and that overwhelming need to own, to brand, to consume, rode me once again.
She sucked in a breath when my teeth sank into her flesh where her neck met her shoulder, her pussy tightening around me like a too tight glove.
“I need you to cum for me baby, please.” Moving my hand down between us, I pressed down with the pad of my thumb on her clit. That was all it took to have her clenching around my dick and washing me with her warm juices. I let her ride out her climax, our mouths fused together, but just as soon as she came down I pulled out and flipped her over again.
“That was for you, because it was your first time; now let me show you what life in my bed under me is going to be like.” I couldn’t resist licking her pussy from behind; it was so fucking beautiful, full puffy lips, petal-soft and now red from my pounding. She tasted like a mixture of her pussy’s essence and the pre-cum I’d been leaking into her nonstop.
“Ummm.” I growled into her pussy as I sent my tongue deep, opening her with my thumbs so I could get as deep inside her as I could. My nose was buried in her ass and the thought of plucking that one last remaining fruit before the night was over had my cock going completely hard again.
There was no stopping now that I’d had a taste of her, before the night was over I would own her completely.
On that thought, I rose up to my knees and shoved two fingers inside her wet heat using my thumb to tease her tightly puckered rosebud. Her ass flexed as I sawed my fingers back and forth into her pussy while easing my thumb into her ass up to the first knuckle. Pulling her head back roughly, I licked her lips before feeding her my tongue while I kept up my assault on her pussy and ass with my fingers.
When she flooded my hand with her sweet juices, I pulled my fingers out of her and rubbed the fat dripping head of my cock up and down her slit. My sensual babygirl arched her back and pushed her ass back against me begging for my cock without words.
“What is it that you want Isabella?” I lifted my mouth from hers and nibbled along her jawline to her ear.
“Please…”
“Please what babygirl? Tell me.” I teased just the fat tip of my cock into her before pulling back.
“You I want you.” She was almost weeping in her need. I decided not to tease her any farther, because I too was at that point. I watched as I slid my cock slowly back into her depths, the width and length of my cock stretching her opening almost impossibly.
“Fucking amazing.” Had I ever paid such close attention to a woman’s sex before? If so, I don’t recall. With her, I wanted to see, feel, touch and taste it all.
Grabbing her hip with one hand and wrapping the other tighter in her hair, I pummeled into her pussy making her scream out in pleasure pain.
“Your pussy is the sweetest thing to ever hold my cock baby. So fucking tight.” I couldn’t seem to drag my eyes away from the place where we were joined.
Her pussy lips flowered out around my cockhead with each outward thrust only to disappear each time I slid back into her. That deep arch in her back sent my cock back into her cervix again and I sped up my movements.
“I know just how to keep you in line from now on.” I whispered the words in her ear as she pushed back hard against my cock. “I’m going to breed you, right fucking now.”
Her mouth opened in a soundless scream when I pounded forcefully into her on my quest to fulfill my promise. Now that the thought had taken root in my mind it seemed like the best idea ever.
“Before we get off this island, I’m going to plant my seed in you.” She came, shaking and screaming on my cock, which set me off and I was soon emptying my load in her tight pussy. “Argghhh.” With one last stab into her, I held still, pulling her hard onto my shooting cock as I felt my life force flow into her.
I eased her off my dick, which was still hard as fuck and she slumped down on the bed, boneless. We were both breathing too hard and too fast and I ran my hands over her back soothingly to bring her down.
“We’re not done yet.”
Chapter 11
I dragged my ass out of the bed and headed for the en suite bath. Inside, I ran the water and tested it before adding some soothing salts. There was dried cum and blood on my cock, true signs of my conquest.
Walking back into the room, I took the time to study her, as she laid sprawled in the same position I’d left her. Climbing onto the bed I straddled her fine ass, kneading it with my fingers before moving the hair off her neck for a kiss.
“Come babygirl let me take care of you.” She rolled over between my thighs and smiled tiredly up at me. I couldn’t resist the lure of her kiss- swollen lips, but was gentle as I took them with mine. When it seemed the kiss was getting out of control I pulled back and getting off the bed picked her up in my arms to carry her to her bath.
She laid her head on my shoulder and snuggled into me, warming my heart the way only she could. I stopped briefly in my tracks before continuing on. Love; seems I’ve loved her or been in love with her for a very long time.
I climbed into the tub with her in my arms and sat with her in my lap. Taking up the cloth I had sitting on the lip of the tub, I ran it gently over her skin. “How are you feeling babygirl, I didn’t tear you did I?”
“I don’t think so, but I am sore.” I let my hand with the cloth wander down between her thighs until I covered her pussy. Even through that I could feel how swollen she was.
“I’ll give you something for the pain.” There was a slight tinge of pink on the cloth when I lifted it away from her flesh. She laid there and let me tend to her like a baby, and I took my time, paying close attention to her pussy. I turned her around to straddle me in the
tub so I could inspect her farther.
Though it was red and puffy, I was pleased to see there wasn’t any real damage. “Tell me if this hurts you.” I slipped a finger inside and she arched into my hand. “So fucking sensual.”
I pulled her onto my tongue to help ease the sting, at least that’s what I told myself, but she fisted my hair and rode my tongue and well…”Ride my cock babygirl.”
I helped her get in position over my dick, holding it in place. We both watched as her pussy mushroomed over the head of my cock. I had to help her take me into her body; the soft swollen folds of her cunt hugging me like a vise.
“Only take as much as you need baby.” She stopped halfway down my cock and I fought the urge to pull her down all the way until I was buried balls-deep. I should’ve known my little fighter wouldn’t give up that easy though, as she bit her lip and with her hands pressing down on my shoulders slammed herself down on my cock meat.
“Oomph.” Her eyes widened at the sudden pressure. Pulling her mouth down to mine I sucked on her tongue to take her mind off the pain in her little pussy. I held her ass cheeks in my hands and showed her how to ride my cock the way I liked.
By the end of that first night I’d emptied myself inside her five times, and twice more during the night. By dawn, when I turned her over again, she cried under me, but still opened her thighs and let me in.
***
ISABELLA
“Stop pouting love, nothing’s going to change now that we’re back home.”
“I know, but you’ll go back to work and I won’t see you as much. I wanna go back, please can’t we go back?” He kissed my hair and gave me a quick hug. I don’t know why I was so afraid to be back on familiar ground. For the last two weeks it had just been him and I, with no outside interruptions. I’d never felt so loved and cherished in my life.
Each morning, I had to study my new rules for a bit and discuss them with him until he was sure that I understood their meaning. Then we’d head down to the private beach for a swim, that’s if he didn’t bend me over a piece of furniture and fuck me like a madman.
It was getting easier for me to take him, though I don’t think I’d ever be able to take all of him all of the time. Still, I wouldn’t trade that sweet pain I always felt after one of our love making sessions for anything in the world.
“We’ll go back soon I promise.”
I noticed that we were taking a different turn off than the one we usually took from the airport. “Where are we going?” I looked out the window to get an idea of where we were headed.
“I have another surprise for you.”
I would’ve asked what it was but I’d learned in the last two weeks that I must wait until he told me. He was a stickler for those rules of his, and surprisingly I wasn’t finding it too hard to follow. Instead of the restricted feeling I’d expected, it felt downright liberating not to have to know everything and make every decision on my own. Plus he was so good at it, always knowing what I wanted or needed, sometimes even before I asked.
He’d introduced me to what he called kink; the first time he blindfolded me and tied me to the bed I panicked, until he soothed my fears and talked me through it, reminding me that I trusted him and telling me how much I pleased him.
He couldn’t seem to keep his hands off of me the whole time we were there; and he constantly told me how beautiful I was, it was enough to turn my head. Who was I kidding? My head had been turned a long time ago.
When we weren’t wrapped around each other making love, he was teaching me about my new life. It wasn’t just rules and jewelry I learned, it was a way of life, something he said he took very seriously and that I needed to as well so that our life together would run smoothly.
It didn’t seem to be much different in my estimation, to what had always been; the only difference being that now he had the right to spank my ass if I got out of line or worst. I didn’t have to call him master or sir, but I sure was expected to treat him accordingly.
I’d seen the real Zared there on that island, the true man that he’d kept hidden from his ward and I loved every minute of it. The truth was that more often than not, I was the one seeking him out. Just one look at that tattoo on his chest, or his tight ass when he walked around naked, and I was doing anything and everything to get him to fuck me.
We’d had the most amazing time and I was getting comfortable with my new life, except for one little slip-up on my part.
Once while away, we’d gone out to dinner and there’d been a young waiter about my age, who’d stuck up a conversation with me. I didn’t think much of it at the time, it was just my usual way to flirt, and Zared hadn’t let on that it bothered him.
Not until we got back to the villa that night and he let his displeasure be known. My first clue was the silence on the way in the car, which tipped me off to the fact that he had been rather quiet at dinner that night.
“Zared is something wrong?” It was the first time since we’d been here that I felt that rift and it made m stomach hurt. I noticed then that he wasn’t holding my hand or clasping me leg the way he was in the habit of doing when we were together.
His continued silence only heightened my anxiety and I started to fidget in my seat. Then suddenly he spoke, as if he’d had to calm himself before doing so. “Did you think it would pleasure me to have you flirt with another male in my presence?”
I had that deer in the headlights things going again and I felt sick fear claw up my throat. “I didn’t mean anything by it I just…”
“What is rule number one?”
I hung my head in shame because it was true. I had done it on purpose, not really to get a rise out of him, but maybe out of habit. “To only do that which I know pleases my master.” My answer came out soft and filled with shame.
“Do not call me your master since you have no knowledge or understanding of the word.” For some reason that cut me very deep, you would think as new as I was to it, that I wouldn’t mind giving that up. Even though I wasn’t in the habit of calling him that outside of bed, I was getting into the habit of calling him sir.
But hearing him take it away in that calm distant way made me feel like I’d lost something precious. I was already close to tears by the time we got inside and once there it only got worst. He’d removed my collar and my anklet and then taken me to a guestroom to sleep.
I think I cried harder and longer that night than at any other time since or before the death of my parents. He’d kept my jewels for tow whole days, and it was only the third day when he’d had me write out my infraction over and over until it was drilled into me that I was never to even think of doing that shit again that he relaxed his stance and I was allowed back in his bed.
Still he didn’t let me have my jewelry back right away, in the end I had to beg for it back and I swore to myself that I would never lose the privilege to wear it again.
That had been the only blip while on our honeymoon slash initiation. I’d learned so much about the man I love. So many things I never knew and would’ve never suspected and in the process learned a lot about myself as well; things I never really knew or understood about myself.
Our sex life was beyond anything I could’ve ever dreamed of; he treated my body like a treasure chest that he had to discover and explore. I’d been fucked in every position known to man and some I was pretty sure he came up with.
He introduced me to new toys that he liked to torture me with when we played. Things meant to heighten my pleasure and make me tremble with need until he finally took mercy on me and fucked me into oblivion.
I knew every inch of his body intimately now, and was still a little peeved that I couldn’t take the whole of his cock in my mouth but I planned on practicing with every overgrown fruit I could find until I got it right. He said he didn’t mind but I did, I wanted to please him in all things.
I did learn how to lick him and stroke him into my mouth until he came on my tongue, which he seemed to adore. He taught me
all the ways in which to please and excite him and truth be known it didn’t seem to take much for me to get him going.
There were many times when we’d been dressed and ready to go somewhere when he’d get that look in his eyes and I’d know that we weren’t leaving the house that day.
“What’s this for anyway?” I was kneeling at his feet as he towered over me, licking the long string of pre-cum from his cock.
“That makes it easier for me to come into your body, that along with your pussy juice.” And he should know about my pussy juice since he couldn’t seem to get enough of it. He always had his mouth attached to me, sometimes for hours.
The day before our return he’d tied me spread eagle to the bed and tormented me with pleasure for hours. The fact that he needed to fuck for hours and that I sometimes got really sore in between made for some fun times.
Like when he’d let me suck him off until he was ready to explode and then he’d pump his cum all over my breasts and face, he seemed to enjoy that as well.
At least there was still one thing to look forward to now that we were home. He hadn’t been able to get his monster in my ass no matter how much lube he used, but I knew that the pleasure I got when he ass fucked me with his fingers would only be magnified once he finally succeeded. It might be a little sick that I now craved the pleasure pain I knew would come once he breached me there, but I needed to please him in that as well, and I knew it would please him to fuck my ass.
Chapter 12
Half an hour later, we were pulling through the gates of a majestic house in the country. I looked over at him questioningly, but still I said nothing. He got out and walked around to my side.
“Welcome to your new home babygirl.” We stood in front of the monstrosity and looked up. It was huge and just a little intimidating from the outside. Inside was another story; it was gorgeous. “Oh wow Zared, it’s beautiful.” I gawked around at the quaint furnishings and big open windows that let in light from all angles.
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