“Well, if you really are my soulmate, then you better get used to it quick.” He slapped my ass again. “I fuck hard—with no limits.”
I felt like a piece of meat being pounded into the bed when Miguel picked up the pace and started furiously thrusting himself inside my pussy. He curled his finger and yanked on my asshole while he did. The pain made me lift my ass towards him so he could pound me even harder. He put one hand on the back of my head and pressed my face into the blanket. I could barely breathe and it felt like he was just pillaging my body for his pleasure. After several minutes of his hard version of fucking, I felt my body start to adjust. My desire seemed to hidden when he started, but after I got used to what he was doing, I started to get really turned on. Having his fingers in my ass didn’t even bother me as much as they did originally. It actually started to turn me on.
“I can tell you’ve never had a good fucking.” He pressed on the back of my neck again. “I don’t do that sweet-love bullshit like I heard last night.”
He heard us? Oh god.
“I’ll let you in on a little secret, though.” He leaned forward until he was against my ear. “It still made me cum.”
The thought of Miguel pleasuring himself to what I did with Ethan the night before should have made me upset, but it just made me even more excited. I felt pressure building up inside me the harder Miguel thrust his dick inside me and before I knew it, the pressure was too much for me to handle. I started to orgasm and Miguel grunted, hammering me even harder with his thrusts. They were like lightning strikes against my flesh and echoed throughout the whole bedroom when they crashed into me. The bed felt like it was going to cave in from his fury. He started to laugh when he felt my orgasm massaging his cock—it wasn’t the reaction I expected.
“That’s right, cum for me.” He pulled his hand back and slapped my ass so hard I shifted on the bed. “Cum for me again if you want this to stop.”
He started spanking me—hard. It wasn’t like the punishment spanking I got from Ethan or the playful ones we had a few times over the course of the last year. It was just straight fire on my sweat covered ass. The fact he had his fingers inside me to pull my ass towards the smack made it even worse. His cock just started to destroy my pussy. The extra lubrication brought on by my orgasm allowed him to fuck me with reckless abandon. Every time I felt like I was getting close to an orgasm, his stinging smack stole it from me. I was feeling frustrated after a couple of minutes. I fought against the grasp in he had me in, trying to move my hips to make the sensation stronger.
Dear god, please just let me cum again!
I had never wanted to cum so badly in my entire life. His hand was leaving stinging streaks of fire across my ass while his cock made me want to beg for more. I was stuck between torment and bliss in a world I didn’t understand how to navigate. I felt my body just sinking into a pleasure-fueled abyss. The pressure built inside. I ignored everything but it. I focused on it. I let the rest of my thoughts and concerns fade away. I siphoned the pleasure into my entire body and then I started to scream when the orgasm seized me. My muscles clenched and surged with a burst of electric thrill-soaked bliss. His hand finally came to a stop and he pulled his fingers from my ass.
“See, that wasn’t so bad was it?” He chuckled and pulled his cock out of my pussy before crawling off of the bed.
“You’re a monster!” I lifted my head and felt my muscles tight where he had held me down.
“If you can’t handle a good hard fuck, then you can’t be my soulmate.” He walked around to the front of the bed.
“How have you not cum yet?” I looked at his rock hard cock protruding from his pelvis.
“It takes me a long time to cum, baby.” He smiled and put a hand under my chin. “Like I said, I like to fuck all night long. Now open wide, you need to get me nice and wet before I fuck your asshole.”
I didn’t even have time to think about it. I opened my mouth to speak and he shoved his cock across my lips. It went deep into my mouth and into my throat before I could even try to swallow him. I could taste my own lust on my tongue. Ethan had never done that to me before. I had kissed him after he went down on me, but that was nothing like having a cock covered in my own fluid shoved directly down my throat. Miguel wasn’t kidding when he said he had no limits. His depravity was beyond anything I knew could exist. I thought Ethan was a dominant lover with dark tendencies, but I quickly found out that he wasn’t nearly as dark as Miguel.
“Suck it like your ass depends on it—because it does.” Miguel grabbed my hair and drove his dick deep in my throat again.
I should have hated Miguel for his cruelty, but I found myself strangely attracted to it. It was similar to the way I got turned on when I thought back to the way Ethan spanked me the first time. I started to massage his cock with my tongue, saturating him with my saliva. I felt him start to throb and he tried to pull away, but I wrapped my arms around his back. I squeezed as hard as I could and held him there while I continued to move my lips up and down his cock. He tried to push against my forehead, but even when he moved, I held on. He nearly dragged me off the bed before I finally felt the first drop of pre-cum on my tongue. I picked the pace, held on for dear life, and then felt him start to erupt in my mouth.
“Fuck! I wasn’t ready to cum yet!” He let out a loud groan followed by a grunt.
He gave up trying to fight once his orgasm took hold of him. I took his seed into my throat and started swallowing it. I made him cum, and judging by the way his body practically folded in half, I made him cum hard. I felt his grip release and he just sank into me as he shot sticky wads into my throat. I held him there until every drop was gone and then he pulled back, letting his cock drop across my lips for one final lick so that it was completely clean before he was gone. He took a step back and looked at me with a stare of confusion etched on his face.
“Holy shit. You’re a bigger monster than I am. I was going to enjoy filling your asshole with that.” He exhaled sharply and shook his head.
“Are you saying you didn’t enjoy it?” I tilted my head and licked my lips.
“No, I definitely did.” He sat down on the edge of the bed.
“Well, I’ll tell you what.” I rolled onto my back and spread my legs. “Put that filthy mouth of yours to work and if you do a good job, I’ll let you have my ass.”
“Any woman that takes all of that and still has the nerve to boss me around has to be my soulmate.” Miguel lifted my legs and sank between my thighs with a smile.
The power dynamic shifted once Miguel erupted with his pent up bliss. His tongue was glorious and he put just as much effort into making my clitoris hum as he did when he fucked me. I might have enjoyed his barbarism for a little bit, but I needed a little tenderness before I gave in to more. One thing was fairly certain—I wasn’t going back to Ethan when the date was over. Miguel planned to keep me there with him until we had nothing left in either of us but exhaustion. I stretched out on the bed and let him work his magic, feeling calm inside me for a bit before I finally started to feel the pressure again.
“That feels good.” I ran my fingers across the back of his shaved head. “See, you can be nice to me, too.”
He didn’t respond, but his tongue continued to work on my pussy. He slipped a finger underneath my ass and started to probe me again when he felt me getting close to an orgasm. I lifted up to give him access. I might not have been entirely sure about letting him fuck me in the ass, but I had promised it to him in return for what he was doing. As the minutes ticked by and my pleasure picked up, I decided it was going to be worth it. After all he had done to me, my body was like a rocket ready to carry me into orbit again. He pushed two fingers deep when my orgasm started and my body bounced on them when the point of no return came.
“Oh god...” I felt my mouth open so wide my jaw popped from the sheer bliss flowing them my body.
His fingers made me orgasm stronger than it normally was when I succumbed to oral stimula
tion. Everything seemed to fade away for a moment and the world just became a kaleidoscope of color. I writhed on the bed while my pussy spasmed and his fingers moved inside my ass. When the orgasm was finally done, I was practically on fire with the heat boiling between us. I didn’t have to ask what was next. He crawled up my chest and his hard cock slammed into my throat. It engorged with his lust quickly and as soon as it was lubricated, he pulled it from my mouth and rolled me over on the bed.
“Now this ass is mine.” He pulled my hips until I felt his cock pressing on my asshole.
“You earned it.” I put my head down against the blanket and prepared for what I expected to be a very painful experience.
Miguel started to push his cock in, but he went slow. I half expected him to ram it from glans to balls in one thrust like he did when he forced his way into my pussy and my mouth. Thankfully, he did show some restraint. He pushed a couple of inches into me and let it stay there while my ass stretched to accommodate his girth. He went a little deeper once I had adjusted and the pain made my head spin. I gripped the quilt with my hands and wrapped it around my fists while I struggled to endure what I had promised him. I spent nearly ten minutes in agony, being sodomized by his cock before he finally got it all the way in. He left it there, jammed inside me as deep as it would go, while my body twitched.
“It’ll get easier once I get some momentum going.” He squeezed my hips and slowly started to withdraw. “At least, that is what they say.”
“Do they say that about the first time?” I grimaced and bit down on my hand.
“I don’t know. I’ve never been anyone’s first.” He pulled his cock until the glans was at the entrance of my ass and started driving it into me again.
I kept biting my hand as the thrusts got faster. It didn’t feel good, but it was no longer agonizing. My ass adjusted to his size and it was not as awful as I expected. After he picked up speed to the point that I could hear his body slapping against me when he drove himself all the way in, the pain subsided. It started to be replaced by something else. It wasn’t true pleasure, but it was no longer agony. I could feel the vibrations from his cock in my pussy, and it made my body tingle. After some more time passed, the pleasure got more intense and I started to moan. I let go of the grip I had on the quilt and started pushing my ass back against his thrusts, trying to keep the pleasure going.
“See, now you’re into it.” He slapped my ass and started fucking me even harder.
I never imagined myself actually craving a man’s cock in my asshole. The way it felt was so different from the other sensations I experienced with him that it made me want to feel the muted orgasm. I could tell it was going to be a struggle, but I didn’t care. The sensation heightened as he continued to thrust himself inside me and then I felt the pressure building. It was an incredible feeling. Each time he went deep inside my asshole, I felt my body begging for it again. When the orgasm finally reached the edge of bliss, I felt his cock starting to throb. He drove it inside me one final time and it pulsated as his hot cum erupted inside my ass. I orgasmed while he unloaded, feeling myself succumbing to the pleasure I desired.
“I’m one hundred percent on board with being your soulmate.” Miguel collapsed on the mattress beside me. “You have an appetite that rivals mine. You loved every single filthy thing I could think of to do to you.”
“Oh? Was that everything?” I looked over at him and smiled.
“You’re a dirty girl, Violet.” He wrapped his arm around my waist. “I like that.”
Chapter 11: Gary
Two month ago
“Just take your stuff and go. There’s no way I can marry you after you cheated on me.” I sat down on the edge of my bed and watched as the woman who was days away from being my bride started packing her suitcase.
“If you were a real man, I wouldn’t have had to hook up with my ex-boyfriend.” She grabbed a handful of clothes and tossed them onto the bed.
“I’ve always loved you, Wendy.” I fought back tears. “I did everything I could for you, and we could have been happy together.”
“I need to be fucked, not loved.” She walked to her underwear drawer and started tossing her panties towards the bed next to her clothes.
I knew it was the last fight I would have with Wendy. She had tested my patience since the day we started dating, but I had fallen head-over-heels in love with her. Technically, it was just lust at first, but it was so good that I wanted to marry her. It was a whirlwind romance and I put a ring on her finger after only knowing her for three months. Once she got the ring, things started to change. She got more demanding, wanted me to buy her things we couldn’t afford, and when I didn’t do that, she went to bed facing the wall. I delayed the wedding after I saw a shift in her personality, but I did everything I could to make it work, even maxing out all of my credit cards.
“Hey, Sammy.” I smiled when my dog came running into the room and hopped up on the bed. “I guess it is just you and me again.”
“Like hell it is.” Wendy reached over and snatched Sammy up, causing him to yelp. “Sammy is my dog.”
“He is not!” I stood up and shook my head. “Sammy has been with me a lot longer than we’ve been together!”
“Then I guess you’ll just have to let the judge figure it out.” She slung Sammy over her shoulder and grabbed her suitcase. “I’m taking you to the cleaners in this divorce.”
“What? We’re not even married! You are not going anywhere with Sammy.” I ran to block the door.
“Oh god, stop hitting me, Gary!” Wendy slapped herself so hard that her head spun and Sammy yelped again. “Gary, please!”
“Wendy, what the fuck is wrong with you?” I blinked in surprise.
“Think about the baby!” She punched herself in the stomach. “Our poor precious baby.”
“You’re not pregnant!” My jaw fell open in shock. “You’re fucking crazy!”
“Explain that to the cops.” She pushed past me and started dialing on her cell phone. “911? Help! He’s trying to kill me!”
My relationship with Wendy ended with an earthquake of destruction. The police arrested me in front of my house while she wailed about all of the abuse she endured at my hands. I sat in jail for several days before my lawyer came and told me what my options were. I could stand trial and try to prove my innocence, which he didn’t recommend, or I could try and bargain with Wendy. Her lawyer was quick to respond. She would sign an agreement stating I never laid a hand on her if I gave her my house, my car, and everything in my bank account. It was blackmail, plain and simple, but my lawyer said that it would be hard to prove. He compared my deal to what politicians and famous people paid to shut up their victims and make stories go away—except Wendy was no victim.
“What about Sammy?” I looked at my lawyer with tears in my eyes as I stared at the document. “I want my dog back—he’s been with me since he was a puppy. Wendy doesn’t care about him.”
“Her lawyer said that Sammy stays with her. I’m sorry, Gary.” He sighed and tapped the document. “This is the only deal you’re going to get.”
I was done for. My life was in ruin. I lost my job while I sat in jail because the company had a zero-tolerance policy for domestic violence. I lived in a homeless shelter for several weeks until I got another job. It was manual labor doing construction, where they didn’t care if you went home and beat your significant other as long as you came to work in the morning. I settled into a shitty apartment in the ghetto where I drank myself to sleep every night, sobbing until I had nothing left in my body to cry out. One night, when it felt like everything was lost, I called Wendy for the first time since everything had happened.
“Wendy?” I heard the phone on the other end pick up. “It’s Gary.”
“What the fuck do you want?” Her tone was harsh.
“I just want to know that Sammy is okay.” I sniffled like a child, slurring over my words as I spoke.
“Sammy’s not doing so good, Gary.
” Her tone was still harsh. “I think I’m going to have to put him down.”
“No!” I screamed into the phone. “Don’t do that! I’ll take him back!”
“I’m his mommy now and I have to do what is best for him. I’m sure you understand.” Her words sent me into a rage and my whole body started to shake. “Although, if you came up with say, fifty thousand dollars? I’m sure I could find it in my heart to let him come home.”
“You wiped me out, you bitch!” I continued screaming into the phone. “You took everything I had!”
“Then how are you going to take care of Sammy? It’s probably best if I just put him down.” She sighed. “I’ll give you a few weeks to come with the money. You were always so resourceful when I wanted something.”
The phone clicked. I knew it was over for Sammy. Wendy had made good on every threat and there was nothing I could do to stop her. I became a zombie, drinking even more than I usually did, to the point that I didn’t even eat. I got off work one day and realized I didn’t even have enough in my pocket for a cheap bottle of booze. I sat on the curb until the other workers had left for the day and walked back to the site. I found a long piece of rope and slung it over my shoulder. I was tired of life. I was tired of the shit hand I was dealt. I walked back to my apartment, fashioned a noose out of length of rope and tied it to the bar in the closet. I hoped it would be strong enough to hold me until I was gone.
I’m sorry, Sammy. I’m sorry I couldn’t save you from that wretched woman.
I had the noose around my neck when the phone rang. I considered ignoring the call, but something inside me demanded that I take the last call of my life. The man on the other end of the line introduced himself as Ethan Prince, and asked why I had never tried the Soulmate app. I thought it was a telemarketer at first, but then I heard his offer. If I would come to New York and meet the woman who had been identified as my soulmate, he would give me a hundred thousand dollars. I only cared about half of that money—the half that would get Sammy back. I hung up the phone and immediately called Wendy. She was delighted to hear that she was going to get paid, but not as happy as I was knowing I would have Sammy back.
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