by Celia Crown
Classical conditioning is what he calls it.
Every time I want to break one of his rules, I would get reminded of what his hands can do. Guiltily speaking, I break most of the rules just so he can punish me.
“I’m sorry,” I wince when he cracks a loud slap on my butt. His shirt makes the impact more painful with the coarse material.
“Hands on the table,” he commands, and my hands listen to his order before my mind could catch up.
I wait anxiously while my ears strain to pick up any movement from behind me. There’s a hand coming underneath the shirt and rubbing soft circles on my quivering tummy. It’s scorching hot, leaving a trail of hot fire on my skin as he inches up towards my breasts.
Alex kneads one of them, flexing his grip around the fleshiness and rolling my hard nipple between two fingers. My skin is hot against his rough palm. My boobs aren’t big enough to make them spill over his fingers when he squeezes them, but he says that he likes mine.
He especially likes to tug on my soft, puffy nipples when he gropes them. It always sends a jolt of spark to my toes. I love the attention he gives them. Alex tweaks them until they are little peaks. He leaves them alone after that to torture me.
“Hold the shirt up,” he rasps beside my ear.
I shakily bundle the fabric in front of me as he pushes a heavy hand on my back. I’m exposed to his heated gaze and the cool room temperature. Those two clashes, and it’s making me wetter as more fluids drip down messily on my thighs.
“Fucking filthy girl,” he clicks his tongue and brings a hand down to my butt.
The slap is loud, echoing through the large kitchen as he delivers several more. My butt jiggles with soreness and red aches that demands his soothing touch, but it’s not so relieving when his palm is hotter than the sun as he caresses the red skin.
“I’m sorry,” I put my forehead on the cold counter and sighs at the coldness.
“Quiet,” he spanks the side that he neglected, “I don’t want to hear another fucking word from you.”
A finger dips between my wet folds, swirling around the cum that’s sticking to my slit. He sinks a long finger in; my walls clamp down on the thick digit as I pray that my knees don’t collapse. Alex doesn’t do anything other than coating his finger with our mixed fluids. He takes it out and traces up to my slit until he finds what he’s looking for.
One small nudge on my swollen clit hidden between plushy folds has me mewling for more. Alex presses a kiss on my quivering folds. I rub my butt to his face, and he unapologetically smacks my butt for my action.
“Are you that desperate that you can’t wait?” He doesn’t expect an answer because I’m supposed to be quiet.
A flicker of excitement flares in the pit of my tummy, making the muscles of my legs tremble in anticipation. He smacks my inner thigh, and my legs jump apart to avoid the pain. It’s what he needs for him to keep my thighs apart.
This pose has sticky cum rushing out of my little hole. Alex catches it and spreads it around my pussy while he nibbles on my butt. His sharp teeth graze dangerously deep as he marks me through the red handprints.
I want to plead him to touch my clit, but I know that he’ll prolong my punishment, and I was never the one to have much patience.
I moan shakily as his mouth presses over my folds, sucking and licking through the messy fluids. He’s rough and animalistic when he pries apart my folds to find my tiny hole twitching. I need his big cock to fill me and force me to take what he gives me.
Alex laps me hungrily, a finger pushing over my little clit as he flicks the bud while drinking up my sweetness. He said I couldn’t talk, but he never said anything about shoving my pussy into his face. My hips move, as he rolls his tongue deep inside me and traps my clit in harsh pinches.
He’s merciless on me, cruelly taking away his finger when I’m so close to coming. He makes it up by shoving them inside me. I moan loudly and drops my weight on the table while he roughly fucks me with his thick fingers.
I writhe on his fingers. They keep spreading and curling. Closing my eyes to stop the room from spinning too much, I twitch violently as he presses upwards to that one spot to have me coming. The knot in my belly had snapped too fast. I’m not prepared to keep my voice low as I squeal his name.
I didn’t know I could still cum after Alex had played with my body for hours when we woke up. He’s insatiable, and it’s partly my fault for that. Alex had been waiting for me to learn to love him again, and it wasn’t hard because I already knew in some part of me that he is the one.
I choke back a moan, sobbing into my hands as he runs his tongue flat across my throbbing clit. It’s so good, I’m having a hard time controlling my body, and he knows my body more than I do. Alex takes his wet fingers and thrums them on my nub. My body goes into a wreck as he rubs with such ferocity that I have to beg.
Forget his order. I’m on the brink of losing my mind if he wrings another orgasm from me.
And Commander Alexander wouldn’t live up to his reputation if he doesn’t break past my limits.
“A-Alex, please, please— just… I need you!”
This man can be an absolute bully if he wants to and he always wants to be one. That’s why he chooses to ignore my pleading for him to shove his big cock inside my tiny pussy.
I thrust down on his face, little screams going through my lips as he curls his tongue deeply. His voice hums, and the vibration travels straight from his purring chest and into my sodden folds. My thighs stiffen, and my dripping slit clenches when another orgasm rips through my spine and down to my toes.
My body slumps on top of the table. I can feel the drool coming from the corner of my mouth. I turn to the other side to prevent it from dripping out; one hole drenched is enough humiliation.
I jump in shock as the aftermath of my orgasm still roars thunderously through my body as blood runs hotly all over. Alex nudges the big tip of his cock to my puffy folds, parting them to slip directly on my sodden hole.
“No, please. I’m sensitive…” I try to make him stop by pushing against the ripped abs and grooved muscles.
He’s a wall, too solid for my puny arms to put a dent on him.
A strong hand clasps on the side of my hip to hold me. My futile attempt to escape reduces to zero as he thrusts balls-deep. I gasp, mouth opening wide as I’m once again struggling with the feeling of being too snuggly plugged up and the touch of pain from being split open by his massive shaft.
“You made me wait five years, Charlotte,” he sneers while pounding his pelvis to my sore butt.
I mewl as I dig my nails into the counter. There’s no support or cushion for me to ease the aching from the edge of the table from going into my ribs. He’s too strong; his strength attributes to the rigorous training that he’s done over the years, and he’s using it to his advantage when he fucks the voice out of me.
“I’m making up for the lost time,” he grunts as he hammers his big cock into my silken pussy.
My walls grip him, the slick coating inside me makes it easier for him to thrust. My resistance was gone the moment his cock had slid into me the night before. It was my first time, but it wasn’t because he said we had done it before.
This Charlotte’s pussy was freshly deflowered just hours before. He basically took my virginity twice. It sounds weird, but it’s the truth, and he went wild when I gave him the okay to move. I guess I did make him wait too long. I’m surprised that he didn’t just tear my clothes off in the whole year that I have been trying to remember and transition back into life.
It’s a tight fit; the thick vein on his cock drags deliciously on my fluttering walls, and I gasp loudly. The sheer force of his thrusts has my body jerking up. His two hands hold the dip of my waist firmly to bring my hips back with loud, squishing sounds.
“Come for me, Charlotte,” he groans, tearing my folds apart with his massive cock and using my pussy to bring himself closer to the edge.
I don’t mind being u
sed by him.
“Come for me once more time, and I’ll fill your greedy, little cunt with my cum.”
I beg pitifully, “Please, please!”
“You’d like that. Wouldn’t you?” His tone makes my skin burn with red, my cheeks have a blush that probably extends down to my chest.
“Your tight pussy can’t hold my cum in, not after I have fucked your tiny hole open. I should just chain you to our bed and fuck more loads in to keep you leaking, just soaking and drenched on our sheets like the dirty girl that you are.”
When he says things like that, I can’t help but agree because it’s also what I want. I want to be his personal toy that he can use at any time. I want to serve him on my knees and worship his big cock.
I don’t know when I became this desperate, little girl who got addicted to his colossal-sized body, but I wouldn’t deny how it makes me feel safe and guarded knowing that he would use his body to block danger from me.
With his cock balls-deep inside me, I come again with a wanton wail. Shrieking and bucking wildly on the table, I sob with tears falling down on the table.
“That’s my girl,” Alex praises with a hoarse groan, “That’s my sweet girl.”
He snaps his hips back, digging his pelvic bone into my butt before the size of his cock expands to tug on my sore walls. My slit gets a pinch of pain while my folds are too spread apart to do anything but to accept the new girth with the splashes of his scorching cum running deep inside.
“Give me one more,” Alex said, caressing my spine leisurely.
I nod wordlessly, tired and worn out from his rough ministration.
“That’s my good girl.”
Finale
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