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The vein pressed against her tongue throbbed like a beacon. His cock seemed to swell, to fill her completely before the first thick spurt of semen smeared her taste buds. She moaned again, deeper, and tried to do as he commanded. Her actions wrenched more fluid from his cock, choking her until she overrode her panic and gulped.
"Fuck," he bit the word off as though it hurt.
Yes, please, she thought in a manic haze. Let’s.
Instincts took over and she sucked for all she was worth, using her tongue along the velvety underside of his dick. Licked and rubbed until he hissed out a breath between his teeth and carefully extracted himself. Panting, jaw aching, she stared up at him with a plea in her eyes as the fist in her hair loosened.
"Don't worry, Anarchy, I haven't forgotten about you." A wicked grin, full of carnal sins that sent a shiver down her spine, creased his face from ear to ear. "As soon as I catch my breath, we're going to take care of that virgin asshole and make you feel really good. Because your oral skills are off the fucking charts," he told her with a hum of approval, "I'll even reward you with a touch of lube. Aren't I nice?"
Archie's tired jaw dropped open in shock. "You weren't going to use lube?Jesus, are you crazy?"At his unimpressed and extra dominant glower, she hastily added, "Sir."
Jasper flicked her jaw closed, then meandered around her. He should have looked ridiculous with his flaccid cock drooping through the broken zipper, but all she could see was the beast preparing to rise again. No one in their right mind laughed at a predator on the prowl, and all her faculties were pointing at the keep quiet and don't movedefense. "We've established I need to cause pain, kitten. Fortunately, I'm very good at causing pain without damaging precious things if I put my mind to it."
She thought of his sexual history, the lack of relationships in his past. "Ah, Sir? Master Jasper?"
Fingers traced the lines on her ass, starting with the first and working their way down. Heat and pain flared, reignited by his touch, and she gritted her teeth to stop from crying out. Having his fingers somewhere else entirely would have suited her outrageous desire to come. "Beautiful. Just beautiful. Four stunning welts in just the right spot for you to think of me every time you sit down. You have a question?"
Don't say it. Do notask. Do not— "You've done this before, right? The whole anal thing?"
The heat of his palms squeezing her abused ass brought her onto her tiptoes in the restraints, raising her derrière higher. Somehow, it felt as though he'd lined his fingertips up with the welts, digging into the sore flesh with his nails. "Brave question, considering the direction we're heading in."
Oh God. That wasn't the answer she needed to hear. She tried to turn her head, but the pillory prevented too much movement. All she could see was the metalwork keeping her prisoner. "That's not reassuring, Sir."
"It wasn't meant to be." The pressure on the welts increased until her body turned rigid and a high, piercing whine filled her head. "That's what I want to hear, Anarchy. Give me more of that, if you please."
Another harsh flex of his fingers forced her to obey. She sucked in a quick breath when the pain abated, then yelped as he dragged his nails down her left buttock slowly. Her brain locked onto the sensations, oblivious to the subtle parting of her cheeks. When his thumb pushed against her asshole, Archie tried to kick him away, rattling the metal strut keeping her legs immobile.
"Tsk, tsk. Good job I thought ahead and tied those feet down." Jasper's hand cracked down on her right cheek, lighting up the welts and cutting her thoughts off like an electro-magnetic pulse. Her knees gave out beneath the pain, her pussy spasmed with a fresh surge of lubricant, and Jasper hooked his arms around her hips, anchoring her through the riot of pleasure and pain. "I think we're ready for the finale, don't you?"
No, no, she wasn't. She was a hot, sweaty, twisted mess of confusion. A grunt took her by surprise—her own. Knocked breathless by the thrust of his cock into the wetness of her greedy sex, she fisted her hands and moaned as he fucked into her effortlessly. Harder, thicker than before, Master Jasper plowed into her at his leisure.
"Yes. Yes. Thank you. Thank you." Grateful babbling escalated into feverish pleas. An orgasm arrowed in her direction, guided by the skillful strum of Jasper's finger over her clit. Her shoulders bumped into the pillory rhythmically, shoved forward in time with his thrusts and her racing heart. "Please."
"When you're ready, Anarchy." Jasper pinched her clit, released. Pinched, released.
The arrow struck, thudding into her as though she was a barrelful of gunpowder. With explosion roaring in her head, her limbs stiffening, shaking, a silent cry ripped out of her. Wave after wave of pure bliss streaked through her until she hung limply in the pillory.
"That's a good girl," she heard him murmur quietly as he shifted behind her. "See how lovely and relaxed you are now? Every part of you limp and receptive." The arm around her hips remained, but she was baffled by the emptiness inside her. Muscles clenched on nothing. "Don't fight me."
It was weird, not having control over her body, her balance. Being reliant solely on the man who'd put her in this thing. Her feet wanted to move further apart, to steady herself, while her arms told her to push herself up from this strange angle. Her head hung, supported by the soft padding under her throat.
Something hot and slick notched against her anus, pressing into her. Opening her, stretching her. "Fuck. Sir, please."
"Don't fight me," he repeated in a low, raw tone. "Relax, Anarchy."
Laugh. Cry. Scream. Howl. What was she supposed to do? He felt so much bigger, so impossibly large, and he hadn't even breached her yet. Jesus Christ, why did people do this? Choking on a breathless cry, she stopped trying to silence her pain and let a long wail loose.
"Good girl. Give it all to me, Anarchy." He leaned over her, the shift in his weight enough to drive his crown past the tight ring of muscle. A big hand ran up and down her rigid spine. "You know your colors; give me one."
"Yellow. Yellow."
His palm was soothing, the heel kneading along her back. "You have to submit, Archie. Surrender to the pain, take it in, and let it go through you. The more you resist, the more it hurts. There," he crooned gently. "Take it in and let it go through. God, this quiver inside you is fucking divine. All these virgin muscles trembling around my cock. Deep breath, slow exhale. Good girl, listen to me. That's it, and again. Again...and relax on the exhale."
His voice calmed her, so melodic. Almost hypnotic. She craved the words, the inflection in each one. She breathed deep, drawing the discomfort inside her, then blew it out on a guttural moan. Everything inside her released, tension seeping from her overstrained system.
Her toes curled as a long, steady thrust of his hips slid his cock deeper inside. A short withdrawal, another strong push. Her eyes were close to rolling back in her head when Jasper's groin rapped into her tender ass. That sharp reminder of the first part of her punishment combined with the fullness in her rear passage was more than enough to send her spiraling again.
The warmth of him faded as he straightened and took her hips in his hands, fingers biting into her flesh. More bruises to add to her impressive collection, but she was beyond caring. He drove into her, over and over, using his body like a hammer, his cock as the nail.
