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It was so fast, how he went from sweet to harsh, it made me so needy of the dominance of it. His other hand went to my throat, and he pounded up into my cunt with his hand, so rough that I was going to come any second. My head fell back and I bucked against his hand.
Suddenly stopping, he gripped my hips, then shoved my legs wider again. He flipped the top of the lube and squeezed it right over my ass.
Oh god. Not there.
"Yes there," he answered, as if he could read my mind. Then, without hesitation, he slid a finger up inside my asshole, lubing it up.
I sucked in a breath. Even though he'd used a generous amount of lube, it still burned. "It's okay, doll, I swear it only burns a little."
Leaning over, he began to stroke my clit with one finger, while inserting another finger into my ass. Then, scissoring, he began to stretch me.
It hurt but, with his finger stroking my clit, I began to relax.
His actions grew more intense, his fingers scissoring, stretching my asshole. I was so torn, and on the edge between pleasure and pain, with need strumming through me. I hitched a breath, the pressure building once more. Pulling his fingers out, he aligned his dick with my hole just as an orgasm detonated through me. Ripping me open as I was coming, he shoved himself inside me.
I screamed, fingers clawing at the bed as he moved, slowly but steadily up inside me to the hilt. He leaned down to slide his fingers up inside me. Pain turned to pleasure as his cock hit something inside me.
"You've been so good, baby, so good." He curled his fingers again, tapping, tapping, and I inhaled a breath, clenching my fingers into my palms, marking them with my nails. “But the thing is, I never punished you for being a bad girl that one day."
Suddenly, his hand was gone and my eyes flew open. I raised my head to look at him, and he revealed what he'd hidden from me earlier.
The top neck of the bottle of wine that I'd drunk, with the cork still intact.
He held it up to me. "You see, this was special to me. It doesn't matter why, only that you shouldn't have drunk it."
“What?" I tried to pull my hands down but they yanked at the restraints.
That damn wicked smile was back. Leaning upwards onto his knees, he adjusted himself. “Be a good girl, baby.” Then, staring into my eyes, he slid the glass up inside me, cork first, and began to fill me with it.
Oh. God. What if that thing shattered inside me?
“So sexy. So perfect.” He began to thrust, his dick in my ass, his hand moving the glass in and out of me.
My alarm about the glass intensified my emotions, and I clenched around it. Something deep inside me burned my own need into a fervor.
I felt a warmth hit my skin, and I realized it was his own blood. He was cutting himself with the edge of the glass. It only made me wetter, to see the heat and passion in his gaze quickly becoming lost in a haze of lust and need. He didn’t care that he was hurting himself, his blood blending with our juices.
Instincts took over, and we fucked in a frenzy.
I was full of him in my ass, the glass in my cunt, and when he started playing with my clit again, I couldn't hold back any longer.
I moaned, deep and loud, so fucking needy and feeling so full.
"Yes!" I pleaded, moving with him, as he slammed into me, again and again, breaking me open, tearing me in two. Over and over, he pummeled into me, fucking my pussy with the glass then playing with my clit. My spine bowed, my stomach clenched.
“I’m coming!”
He ripped the glass from me, tossing it to the side and I shattered.
I came, fucking came the hardest I'd ever come in my life.
At the same time, he groaned, and his warm cum filled me up, sliding out of my ass as he pummeled me like a man possessed.
He bucked, one last time, then slowed down, still pumping, grinding into me.
I watched him, my chest heaving and the electric sensation of my orgasm washing through me. I loved, loved the fucking possessive look on his face as he stared down at his cum, leaking from me.
He smeared it on my thighs, the blood from his cut, mixing with it, his gaze burning.
