by Rye Hart
“Please. Whoever you are. Have mercy on me.”
But as his lips grew into a smirk around my nipple, releasing it from his warm encasing, I knew he never would.
If there was one word this man didn’t understand, it was “mercy,” and my pussy grew impossibly wet at the thought of what was to come.
Chapter Six – Camillo
I was staring at the most perfect woman I’d ever seen. She blew me away with her naturally submissive tendencies, even if I could see the hesitation behind her eyes. I was almost unbearably turned on by how quickly she had accepted my dominance. She embraced the lust growing heavy between us and it tugged at my chest.
She was a virgin and, when I heard that, my intention was to show her only a taste of this lifestyle. Just enough to whet her palate before I sent her home, wanting more. Unfucked, not quite fulfilled, but just enough to draw her back into my web.
Draw her back into my world.
But the moment my lips connected with hers, a fire raged within my gut. My hands traveled along her supple curves, testing the waters while all she did was roll into me. She was so pleasing to the touch. Pleasing to the eye. Pleasing to my ears. Her soft pants and wanton moans shook the very core of me as I hovered above her, while I tasted the sweetness of her breasts.
The closer I got to her warm, wet lips, the harder I was finding it to do the right thing and stick to my original plan.
Her chest was heaving as my head rose from her bosom. I stalked up her body, feeling her shiver fully against me as her lips puckered lightly in my presence. Her desperation to kiss me forced me to bite back a groan. She offered herself to me so dutifully, displaying every crevice of her as she writhed against the satin sheets of my bed.
If I delved back into those pillowy lips, I knew I’d never come up until I’d taken everything from her and I hesitated, not wanting to lose control. There was no going back. Once I felt the tightness of a virgin, once I demolished the innocence glowing in front of me, I knew all women would pale in comparison to her.
I was trekking into waters I had never sailed before, but I was gravitating toward her. Lowering myself onto her. Feeling her chest press against my suit while our lips connected.
She moved against me, sighing into our kiss as her wrists tugged at the fuzzy handcuffs. I’d fuck her, take her virginity, and introduce her to a world of pleasure that only I could show her. Maybe she was destined to find it. Maybe I was the man destined to lead her into it, but the mere thought of anyone else taking what I now saw as rightfully mine made me shake with fury.
No, this innocent little songbird of mine who had unintentionally wandered into my den would reach her own version of heaven because of me.
And I wasn’t allowing her to leave until she experienced everything she wanted to.
I parted her lips with my tongue, tasting the sweetness of her mouth as I swallowed another one of her moans. Her hips pressed furiously into mine, grinding against my cock as I steadied myself above her. I pulled back and surveyed the flush that had flared over her body. I groaned at the sight as she searched for my lips again, her head rising off the pillow while her black tendrils fanned out around her.
I reached out and supported her neck while I slowly removed the mask from my face.
If there was any fear permeating her body, her reactions didn’t show me she was afraid. My knees planted beside her hips, stabilizing my body, while her swollen lips sat upon her delicate face, begging for attention. I reached down again, encompassing her mouth with mine, and suddenly, my self-control snapped.
Her lips were the softest, ripest things I’d ever tasted. Our tongues dueled like two wild animals. I held her head up toward mine and ran my fingers through her hair, reveling in its softness before I pulled her lips away. She gasped, taking it all in as I exposed her neck to me. Then my lips reached down, sucking in a patch of skin before I began licking all the way down her body.
“My prince,” she moaned. “Please. Oh my god.”
At first, I didn’t think I’d heard her correctly. My eyes wandered up her reddened skin while my body settled between her legs. She had called me her prince. A royal title only given to those born of a certain lineage.
I was far from being a prince but I was not about to rob her of the fantasy she was painting in her head.
I reached down and teased her entrance with my fingertips, playing with her fragile hymen while she squirmed around on the bed. She was pulling against her cuffs, battling between sinking her hips down and trying to flee the scene of the crime that was about to be committed. Her heels were digging into the satin sheets, slipping every single time she tried to rear her hips off the bed.
“Hold still,” I said darkly.
Her movements stopped, and my fingertips slowly slid up her wet slit. I spread my fingers apart, opening her beautiful blossom to me, and her clit slowly emerged from beneath its fleshy hood. I blew on it, causing her to shiver, and her hips raised up from the bed. This poor little virgin couldn’t contain herself, so I would give her one last shot.
One last chance to obey me.
“I said, hold still.”
Her hips dropped to the bed, and a small whimper peeled from her lips. I puckered my lips and blew, watching as her clit jumped with the cool burst of air that assaulted it.
And again, her hips left the bed, and she bucked.
I rushed up her body and uncuffed her wrists before dragging her to the edge of the bed. One simple command, that was all I had given her. I laid her over my lap with her ass in the air for me and I could feel her clinging to my legs as she panted in anticipation.
“You’ll have to be punished for disobeying me, my beautiful songbird,” I said.
“What?”
I ran my hand along the sumptuous globe of her ass. Her skin looked so pale in contrast with my suntanned skin. I raised my hand back and smacked her softly, hearing her gasp in shock while she processed what was going on. I massaged the area I’d hit, giving her a chance to digest the situation and then I reared my hand back and brought it down hard.
She cried out and arched her back. My hand came down hard onto the other cheek. She wiggled around in my lap, looking vulnerable and beautiful. My hands left handprints on her ass, causing my dick to ache harder underneath her flailing body. Her hands hooked around my leg as her ass began to glow a tantalizing red and, just as I thought she was going to give in and call it quits, I stopped.
I could feel her pussy dripping onto my pristine suit, so I slid my hand down between her legs and slowly inserted a finger into her tight, virginal channel.
Her body tensed while her walls fluttered around my finger. She was so tight that I considered stopping. My handprints were clearly visible on her skin, causing me to bite back a groan while I allowed her to make her own decision. Her innocence shook me to my core as I sat there with my thick finger buried in her sweet pussy but, the moment she started writhing against my hand, I knew I had my answer.
She needed this as badly as I needed her, and there was no stopping this train that had started the moment she allowed me to pull her off the dance floor.
I picked her up into my arms and laid her against the cool satin sheets. She sighed with relief as the coolness hit her aching ass but I soon cuffed her wrists over her head with one of my hands. I studied her facial reactions, the way she scrunched up her face in pleasure. I slid my other hand back down between her legs, finding that swollen little clit that had peeked out so beautifully for me earlier.
The moment my fingertips pressed back down into it, she bucked against me.
I circled slowly, fluidly, without pause and without hesitation. I could tell she was being bombarded with feelings and sensations she’d never experienced before. I treasured the look on her face as her lips puckered, sucking in air and moaning while her breasts jumped for me. The harder she bucked, the harder they bounced, teasing my tongue for a taste. But I wanted to see the ecstasy flow over her.
I w
anted to watch her very first orgasm given to her by a man wash over her face.
“Please,” she said breathlessly. “Please, my prince.”
My movements ceased and I felt her juices spilling from between her legs. She was so wet for me. So ready for the cock that was threatening to burst right from behind my zipper. I tilted my head lightly, watching as her lips grew chapped with the air she was pulling in.
I bent down with my tongue and slowly ran it over her lips, causing her to shiver as her tongue tried to catch up to mine.
“What do you want?” I asked.
My lips hovered over hers, waiting for the response I wanted. I needed to hear it from her. I needed her to give me consent to ruin her body for any other man that might come along in her life.
I needed to hear her give me permission one last time before I drowned myself in her.
“Please, just… show me.”
In that very moment, I pulled my hand from her pussy and began unbuckling my pants. I shoved them down to my knees, freeing my aching cock as I kicked them off my legs. My shoes and pants fell off the edge of the bed, hitting the floor with the sound of a desperate man ready to venture into new territory. I parted her legs with mine, my fingertips finding her clit again as she gasped and lifted her hips from the bed.
“Show you what?” I asked.
“Everything,” she said, moaning. “Show me everything.”
“Say it,” I said as my lips approached hers. “I need to hear you say it,”
She raised up to capture my lips, surprising me with her outburst of dominance as she whispered her secret into my skin.
“I want you to fuck me.”
Without warning, I grabbed my cock and buried myself in her. My mouth encompassed hers, swallowing her gasps and groans while reveled in the feeling of her tight wetness. I could feel her trying to back away from me, instinctively trying to get away from the pain she was experiencing. I kept my legs strong and my hips connected with hers, feeling her desperate pussy spread for me while her walls throbbed and pulsed.
I could feel her trying to push me out; her body trying to reject me. But our lips continued to move with one another’s, even as she whimpered out in pain. My tongue tangled with hers as her urgent pants finally settled into her regular breathing.
Then, I felt it.
I felt her body finally relax with a sigh underneath me.
Now, it was time.
It was time to fuck her until she cried out for me to stop.
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