The only break I permit Noelle is the time it takes me to slide my pants down my legs and carefully remove my shirt without lifting the balaclava.
There’s just enough room on the tether securing her to the bed for me to pull her mouthwatering ass to the edge of the bed with a stern grip on her ankles. The height of the bed lands Noelle just beneath my hips but that’s no matter, I can adjust. Slipping my hands beneath herlower back gives me the leverage to lift her hips in line with mine so I can sheath myself inside her.
The inviting warmth takes hold of me in a vise-like grip. The tight muscles of her cunt contract around me as her last orgasm ebbs making room for a new one to begin.
I’m merciless when I’m inside her. I can’t help myself. The primal need to dominate, conquer, and ruin her possesses me as I thrust without restraint into her tight heat.
Noelle was made for me. There’s no doubt in my mind she was meticulously crafted so we’d be the perfect pair.
Eyes rolling to the back of her head, I know now is my time to strike. I take the scalpel–that I cleaned–from the bedside table and make a quick swipe so a small red line forms on her inner thigh. The slice causes Noelle’s body to twitch with shock. Returning back to earth, she lifts her head to look at the mark I just made, the mark that drew her mind away from her pleasure.
“Don’t just–”
Smack. The delight I get in spanking her should be studied. Watching her jaw snap shut at my behest, seeing the arousal flame to life in her eyes with the strike. She’s too feisty to admit she likes the demeaning act. But I don’t need her words to confirm what her body language is telling me. She wants more.
Voice muffled by the mask I replaced over my mouth I remind her, “I said no questions.”
To distract her from the slice on her thigh and the sting of my handprint, I angle her hips higher so I can fuck her into the mattress properly. With her arms stretched above her head, her tits bounce with every powerful jerk of my pelvis into hers. She’s my very own perfect doll to fuck and use how I want. And she loves it. That’s the best part. She’s as turned on by her restraint as I am.
When her head twists to the side with a groan, I make another smallslice in her thigh, cutting downward from the corner of the first mark. She yelps but it’s a sound edging more on the side of pleasure than pain.
This fucking woman is my dark dream come true.
Lowering her bottom half back down, I keep my feet firmly planted on the ground as I use my hands to brace myself over her. At this angle, I can feel myself bottoming out inside her and it sends a rush of heat to the tail of my spine.
“Oh god,” she gasps.
I can feel my own release building but I want to prolong it just a bit longer. Just enough to finish what I have planned.
To really send Noelle over the edge I press a hand to her lower abdomen as I jackknife into her with all the strength I have.
“Oh fuck.” The words catch in her throat. “This is–I’m–ohgod.”
It takes every ounce of will power not to come when she does. The feel of her walls contracting around my girth is the closest to heaven I’ll ever get. But even knowing my final destination, I’ll thank God every day for this time with Noelle.
Before her orgasm finishes, I pull out and make my last cut into her leg so my mark will live in her skin. I didn’t cut deep enough to leave much of a scar, but once it heals the faint white lines should stand the test of time. My mark will forever live in her smooth skin.
Maneuvering Noelle up the bed so the tether slackens, I kneel beside her head so my cock points directly where I intend to bury it next.
“Taste yourself on my cock,” I instruct.
My little vixen chews on her bottom lip in a seductive manner before flicking her tongue out to taste her orgasm on the very thing that caused it.
Trying to decide if I like being swallowed by her mouth or milked by her cunt is like trying to decide between gingerbread or sugar cookie. It’s impossible to choose. Both are a divine experience I’d kill for.
“Goddamn.” Noelle hollows out her cheeks as she sucks as much ofme as she can into her mouth, gagging a little when I hit the back of her throat so the shimmer of tears spring to life in her eyes. But those damned gorgeous eyes tell me she likes it. She likes the power she has in this moment. She gets off on my pleasure as much as I get off on hers.
“Fuck, beautiful,” I hiss as I try to keep my composure so I don’t cut this encounter short.
I wish I had the power of multiple orgasms so I could experience coming in every part of her in one night. But God knew we pigs of the male sex didn’t deserve such a luxury. That right is only reserved for women.
My dick leaves her mouth with a satisfyingpopas I extract myself. Lowering to her level, I stroke my thumb and index finger along her jaw as I pull my mask down just enough to expose my mouth.
“You’ve been such a good girl,” I praise her with a kiss.
And that’s the moment my stubborn girl chooses to disobey orders.
She lowers her gaze to her inner thigh to see my mark engraved in her skin.
