She couldn’t deny his words, not when it was so glaring. And it was true; taking his cock in her mouth, and now with him still stroking inside her slick hub, had switched her on like nothing else ever had.
The pace of his thrusts grew faster, making her moan loudly. Suddenly, he shoved his fingers of his free hand into her mouth, gagging her even as he commanded her to suck on them. She was mindless to disobey, the pleasure rocking through her making her comply to his every wish with eagerness. She sucked on the fingers of his hand while he teased her clit with his other thumb, keeping up the steady pace of finger-shafting her pussy all the while.
There was no way she could last underneath such blissful pleasure. She felt it building up in her lower belly, rising to course through her veins. He was staring into her face, making it hard for her to close her eyes, or hide her pleasure from him. By now she was bucking into his jabbing hand, her lower body writhing as she waited for the explosion to rip her apart.
But it didn’t happen. Without warning, Chase withdrew the pressure on her clit, sliding his fingers out of her soaked cunt.
Zara was gasping in air as he also took his fingers out of her mouth, rising from the chair to look down at her spread naked on the couch. Her eyes held his in confusion as she forced her whole body to clamber down from the brink. She’d been so close…
Even now, her denied vaginal walls were contracting in spasms of aftershock at the unexpected withdrawal. Zara bit on her lip as she stared up at Chase, who had started unbuttoning his shirt. Why had he done that? Taking her to the height and then cutting her off without warning? Her whole body trembled at the undeserved punishment. But dared she complain?
Certainly not. He’d already categorically warned her from the start that she must never complain, no matter what. But still, she itched. Still, she wanted release. Her body cried out for it. She saw him shrug out of his shirt to reveal a sculpted, hairless torso and broad shoulders and chest. Without thinking, her fingers were trailing down her belly to the crest of her parted thighs, when she heard the sharp crack of his voice.
“No,” he snapped, and her hand shot up in reaction, eyes wide as they held his dark, blazing gaze. Just seeing the flash of anger in his eyes had her heart tripping over itself in consternation. She clutched the hand to her chest, wondering what she had done wrong…
* * *
She waited with bated breath for his next words, her chest pounding wildly.
“Now…no matter what, Zara, I don’t want you to touch yourself. Ever. The only pleasure you’ll feel tonight will be the one I give you, be it with my lips, my hands, or my cock. If I see your hands near your breasts or your pussy, you will be punished. I hope you understand.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said, swallowing convulsively as he strode forward.
He’d pulled down his pants and briefs, and taken off his shoes and socks. Now, he was magnificent in all his naked glory. He had the body of a Greek statue, not a trace of fat anywhere. Neither did he have the pronounced muscles of a body builder. Instead, he was well defined, gorgeously ripped, and golden and smooth all over. To top it off, his majestically erect cock sprung from his groin like a separate entity, swaying side by side as he walked. He was the true meaning of “hung” and she knew that such an instrument of power was going to give her the utmost gifts of pleasure.
She licked her lips reflectively, wondering why any time she looked at his cock, she wanted it in her mouth, or her pussy. She just wanted that beautiful thing in her one way or the other.
The outside world was forgotten. Pushed to the background too, was her other self, the everyday Zara. The normal, just a bit quirky, Zara. This was a different person waiting breathlessly as Chase advanced, coming to stand in front of her. This was a whole new Zara, trembling all over with lust for him, willing to do anything he asked just so she could experience all the delights she knew awaited her at his hands. This was the submissive, teachable Zara, willing and ready to obey her Sir’s commands…
* * *
His next command sent a veritable thrill up and down her spine. He quietly asked her to go on her hands and knees, her bottom facing him. She complied with silent, trembling expectation. He placed his hand on her ass cheeks, stroking tenderly.
“How deliciously plump,” he crooned. “Certainly more than perfect…for this.” She didn’t expect what he did next, and it made her almost scoot off the floor.
It hadn’t hurt that much, but it had been so unexpected, him spanking her ass like that. His hand had landed with a flat, hot thud, which vibrated through her skin.
“Was that nice, Zara?” he asked quietly when she made no sound. “Did that feel good?”
She blinked, thinking in surprise that actually, it had. “Yes, Sir. It did feel good.”
“Hmm; that’s not quite right. I meant to punish, not please,” he mused, right before he spanked her again. The impact was harder, louder. She gasped, her rear smarting from the sharp yet erotic pain of Chase’s large hand connecting with her cheeks. She felt them wobble and throb, and she glanced back with stinging eyes.
“Now, that surely must have hit the mark,” he said with satisfaction, seeing the discomfort on her face. And yet, he showed her just how much her body was liking this turn of events, by slipping his fingers past her pussy lips, parting them to unveil the juicy moistness within. “Ah, it hit the mark indeed,” he commented as he withdrew his fingers once again.
Zara flinched, expecting another whap, but no, his palms were merely lowering to massage her aching skin. She sighed at the soothing caress, only to cry out loud when, without warning, he surged into her pussy from behind in one hard, deep thrust.
“Tight, wet, and hot…the perfect mix,” she heard him murmur thickly, even as her pussy seemed to scream at the unexpected invasion. Her arms could barely support her as he rammed into her again, and again, almost causing her to shoot forward at the collision. There was no way to describe the way her insides were feeling as Chase rocked into her, stretching her walls around him. Her head was swimming with the mixed messages of pleasure and pain, her pussy growing wetter and wetter like it couldn’t care less which was which…
His fast, steady rhythm rocked her from the inside out. First, his hands gripped her generous hips as he pushed in and out of her, and then they slid upwards to cup her breasts. He leaned forward and held the swaying globes in his hands. She loved how he squeezed on them as he fucked her, mixing up the sensations. His palms rolled over her nipples, grazing them roughly. The next minute, he grabbed the aching nubs between his thumb and forefinger, and began to tweak them mercilessly.
She bit on her lower lip with bliss at his touch, even when the tweaking got harder and it felt like he was pinching on her tender nubs. The thrill of having them both so terribly teased was enough to bring a sob to her throat. He pulled on them, hard, and then pinched on them again and again.
Coupled with the continuous stroking of his cock inside her, it was all almost too much to bear at once. She tried not to think of the sensitivity mounting in her breasts and nipples, wanting to concentrate more on the pleasure of having his hands on her body. She loved it when he fondled her with such strong, almost forceful caresses. And if it pained, it didn’t matter. With every passing minute, her threshold for discomfort seemed to widen and lift. So long as that thick, hot cock kept fucking her, she could take just about everything.
* * *
Her pussy walls spasmed uncontrollably, and in reaction, so did her sphincter. It was her body’s way of coping with the meaty intrusion of Chase’s thick-ridged shaft. Her sense of pain and pleasure mingled and roiled, and she was quivering all over. Suddenly, he released her breasts, straightening as he never broke his pace but kept driving into her while now rubbing her ass cheeks with both hands.
To make the penetration feel even more intense, she then felt him begin to stroke the rosebud between her ass cheeks. She could actually feel it winking every time he rocked in and out of her pussy. Then, wi
thout warning, he stuck his thumb into the tight pucker.
The sensation was electric. Now both her holes were vibrating at the same time; her vagina around his cock, and then her sphincter around his piercing thumb. Zara had never had anyone’s finger up her ass. Why the hell did it feel so damn good? And then she remembered she’d read somewhere that there were several more nerve endings there. She closed her eyes and moaned out loud, her whole brain zoning in on the pleasures he was making her experience all at the same time.
He was barely making a sound, but when she listened carefully, she could hear the raspy edge of his breathing. Was he enjoying this hot, hard fuck as much as she was? Because she was on fire, her whole body vibrating every time he stroked in and out of her. He never took his thumb out of her ass, but eased in deeper and deeper, past the knuckle. He teased and massaged deep within, making her gasp like she was running a marathon.
“Your ass is as tight and juicy as the rest of you, Zara,” he growled, speaking for the first time in minutes. Hearing his voice helped slice through the haze of bliss she was in, and she tried to focus on that instead of the build-up of lust that rose with every hard, deep thrust of his masterful cock.
Hearing him talk about her ass that way was making her pussy drip even more copiously. She was now so wet, his thick, long shaft was able to drive in faster and easier, and yet still, it pained. No matter how slick she was, it didn’t do much to alleviate the discomfort of being so tremendously stuffed with his ever-growing cock. Just when she thought it couldn’t get any bigger, his girth seemed to expand, as he grew harder, even more aroused.
She knew that if she could at least get to stroke her clit, or even rub on her mound, then the burning sting of his relentless penetration would stop. But she daren’t touch herself, not just for fear of what the punishment would be, but also from the reluctance to disappoint him in anyway. She wanted this to be as perfect for him as it was for her. She was already thinking about how she’d want this to happen again and again – so she wanted to do all she could to make that a certainty.
Chase’s pace increased, and she gritted her teeth. It felt like being torn in half by cock. The unheeding thrusts blurred into each other, drawing gasps from her even as she heard him grunt. She wanted to beg, cry out for him to stop, or at least, slow down. And yet, something stopped her. It was the pleasure. The ecstasy of wanting to be pounded hard and deep by something almost monstrous. It was rough, wild, and laced with pain.
She loved it. He knew she loved it, and so he slammed even harder.
She didn’t even have the presence of mind to protest when she felt him take a handful of her hair and twisted it round his wrist. It didn’t start to hurt till he tugged hard on it, causing her hair to snag at the roots. Unable to help it, she snapped her head back to ease the tingling, and yet still he pulled.
Now she had no choice but to arch her spine in a bid to ease the sting rising in her scalp. She was bent almost in half, and felt him lean closer so that his lips were close to her cheek. His hot breath fanned her skin, and she shuddered having him so close, hearing him whisper in her ear how supple she was. He told her he was going to be fucking her all night, that he was going to make her his sweet little plaything – and that she was going to love every second of it. She could only moan and sob in agreement.
In this position, with her body twisted up and back, it felt like he was able to slam even deeper into her. Was that her cervix he was prodding mercilessly now? She couldn’t tell, couldn’t distinguish between that and the pain from having her hair being used as handle bars, dragging her backwards. Not forgetting of course the sensation of his thumb still stuck deep in her unused rim hole. Certainly, there was that heedless cock sawing her right through the middle, his hips angled so that he could shaft into her most sensitive, hard-to-reach spots. It was a sweet, erotic pain altogether, and she couldn’t imagine any of it ending, or easing up. If he stopped now, it would possibly kill her.
On reflex, her hand was smoothing down her belly, almost reaching her navel. Her one thought was to ease the raw bite of pleasure-pain causing her inner walls to feel like they were being stretched beyond limits. It felt like a whole tree trunk was being pounded into her. Just a flick with her thumb, she knew, would lighten the sweet tension…
The next thing she knew, she heard a sharp “Thwack!”
He’d spanked her! She went rigid, her daze clearing suddenly in response to the hard, aching throb on the surface of her ass.
“I told you, no touching yourself,” he growled, and smacked her twice more for good measure. Her body jerked in reaction, her now stinging bottom joining in with all other physical sensations. The whip of his large, powerful hands laying flat on her delicate skin had brought a new mix of hot anguish to the torment she already suffered.
And yet even in the suffering was the insurmountable bliss that could not be denied any longer. Her panting and gasping had now taken a singsong tone, rising faster and faster as she felt her orgasm boil to immense proportions. She was there, almost. The room was already beginning to dim around her.
She had started to buck and push back in time with his deep shafting, and soon she’d picked up his rhythm. Her spine ached from being bent so steeply, and her knees tingled from being on the ground so long. She was certain he’d been pounding her pussy for more than half an hour, non-stop. His level of self-control was amazing.
The combined delights of his meaty cock inside her pussy, in addition to his balls and hips slapping loudly against her lower moans, was enough to send her into orbit. This was her chance: she was going to explode on his cock and give in finally to all the heights of pleasure to which he had brought her so far. Now, it was time - and she knew without a doubt that it would be volcanic…
* * *
“Oh!” she cried out in shock, when just then, he chose exactly that moment to pull his pulsating cock out of her quivering core. The instant, resulting bereft feeling she got was enough to make her want to shed tears.
“You’re not going to be allowed to come, baby. Not yet,” he told her, his voice gruff.
Now, she did cry. Tears spilled heavily from her eyes. She could feel her now empty pussy vibrating convulsively on itself, her whole lower body feeling like it had been put through a grinder. Not again! Earlier, he’d brought her to the brink with his tongue on her breasts, while his fingers ravished her pussy. She’d been so close then, too. And now this. She felt the rush subside, felt the sensation of release ebb back into a throbbing, echoing reminder.
But the next moment, she almost wept with delight. It wasn’t over. He was turning her on her back, making her lie on the ground as he pushed her knees wide apart, and then surged into her once more.
She gasped, her whole frame jolted by the direct impact. For some reason, his thrust seemed to have driven even deeper than any others previously had. She couldn’t believed that was possible, but it had to be, considering how her very ribcage seemed to feel the brunt of his cock.
“Look at me, Zara. I want to see you eyes while I’m buried deep inside you,” he ordered, and her shut lids snapped open. She stared helplessly into his face, her lips parting as she drew in as much air as she could. He had her all in the open now; her knees pulled back so that they pressed on her breasts and almost touched her chin. It was a good thing she was flexible, though that didn’t do much to ease that ever-present jolt of having such a big cock ramming deep inside her.
“I’m so going to love fucking you whenever I can, Zara,” he informed her softly, merciless in his jabbing as his hips thrust with power and force. She moaned, her whole body trembling as she tensed for each inward pound, and sighed with every pull back.
“And, since your body is so well designed for my pleasure,” he grunted, “I’m going to use if for just that. My pleasure. Anywhere - and anytime I want you, you’re going to submit to me. Only me. Is that right?”
“Yes, Sir. Oh, yes.”
“And you’re going to like it, are
n’t you? You’re going to love every minute.”
“Yes, Sir, a hundred times yes,” she replied breathlessly, leaning up on her elbows for support as his whaled her with that rod-like shaft. He was splintering her insides so strongly that she wasn’t sure when the pain ended and the pleasure began. It was all a blur.
He let go of her knees, spreading them wider so he could lean over her with his hands braced on either side of her head. His eyes were boring down deep into hers as he fucked her deliberately, powerfully. She gazed up at him with utter submission, her fingers digging into his firm ass, which flexed beneath her palms as he ground into her.
This was pleasure like she’d never known. And it scared her because she knew that after tonight, she might never get enough of it. It was exactly like he’d said: she would love being taken this way, over and over again. By only him. She’d want this hard, rough sex, this feral coupling. Nothing else would ever be enough.
* * *
He was plunging with a buffeting rhythm, and it was making her mindless. She was so afraid now that she could come suddenly, before he could stop her – before she could stop herself.
For the third time that night, that impossible wildness came over her, made her buck against him and meet him thrust for thrust. She was ready to disintegrate, to implode from her pussy inwards. His face was buried against her cheek, and she was all but crushed beneath him as he began to kiss and suck on her neck.
Then, he informed her softly in her ear that he knew she wanted to come. He told her he wanted it too. But that it had to be exactly when he told her to.
Zara blinked, trying to figure out how in the world she was going to transmit that information to her pussy. It seemed to have a mind of its own, responding only to the call of cock. Still he stroked in and out of her, causing the bliss to crescendo past endurance. She was whimpering and writhing beneath him, but his warning eyes could not be ignored.
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