Then he rams in, and I cry out. It’s so intense. There are tears leaking from my eyes, and I don’t know why I’m crying.
“I love the way you’re holding those bars,” he tells me, like he’s commenting on the décor.
I’d forgotten I was.
“I don’t need to tie you, do I?”
He’s right, he doesn’t. Merely his words bind me effectively enough.
His fingers begin on my clit again, and I sob into the sheet. “Please…”
“Fuck, I love the way you beg. It makes me so hard for you.” His cock doesn’t move inside me; he just keeps it there, stretching me, filling me. My pussy clenches over and over, and it’s not deliberate, it’s my body. I’m lost in his control of me.
His touch on my clit is gentle this time, edging me. Seconds become minutes, and he’s hardly moved. Just his hips, pushing against my ass, his cockrubbing enough to keep my mind on nothing else, and his skillful manipulation of my clit. I can’t think, I can’t fight, I can only endure.
“Please…” I don’t even know what I’m begging for.
“Another?” he asks, almost civil.
“No…” That’s not what I meant, is it?
His touch intensifies, like he waswaitingfor me to say no. As if the very opposite of what I ask is what he does. He rubs my clit as another orgasm crashes through me, leaving me gasping and quivering. I couldn’t take my hands off the bars even if I wanted to now; I’m certain my fingers have locked up.
“Three.”
At least three. I think some of those were doubles, if not more. At this point, he could blow a gentle breath on my ear and I’d probably come.
“Alex, I’m begging you.”
“For what, Tink?”
Shit… now I have to think. I don’t know. What am I begging him for?
“Fuck me. Please.”
Damn it!No! I should’ve begged him to stop.
He chuckles softly, and I shudder at the way it moves him inside me. I’msosensitive.
“As you wish.”
“No, I—”
It’s too late. He lifts off me, bracing himself on his arm again to give himself the leverage he needs, then begins to move. His hips slam into my ass, his cock penetrating as deep as ever.
He doesn’t give me a moment to catch my breath, but repeats it. Over and over.
It’s all I can do to brace myself on the bars of the headboard, pushing back, my mouth open in a silent cry as my body is subjected to him.
I don’t know when I start coming. There’s an explosion of pleasure, light, release, but it doesn’t end. It’s wave after wave. I’m gasping for breath, only half aware his fingers are back on my clit, even as he fucks me mercilessly. My body can’t take anymore, and the noises I’m making are helpless—as am I.
And then he tenses, grunts with exertion, and his cock swells inside me, pulsing as he fills me with more of his cum.
Just that sensation is enough to trigger another climax. He’s claimed me again, and my body responds, like it’s perfectly tuned to him. I can’t think, I can only feel, and I love it. I love giving myself to him… I love when he takes me as his.
At last, he stops moving, and I can draw a breath. It feels like I haven’t breathed in too long. My muscles are trembling, my legs are quivering. If this is what it means to be truly fucked by Alex, then…
It takes me a moment to finish that thought.
