He pulled the belt back and my head with it as he pounded me. I moaned and panted and purred and hissed and made sounds I couldn’t describe. I felt like an animal, a fucktoy, a filthy whore used and abused for a ruthless man’s carnal pleasure, and I fucking loved every bit of it.
He called me filthy things that only drove my eagerness to obey him. I wanted to please him. I wanted to earn his praise so badly.
My fingers fluttered around my clit while he filled my pussy with his thickness, fucking me hard and long and so fucking good. My head swam with the lack of breath and the delight his cock was serving me.
“That’s it, Jocasta. Good girl.” His words had me clenching harder around him. Hearing my full name on his lips while he owned and claimed me, while he approved of me, while he wanted me, tipped me into a blissful space of submission and pleasure and sent bolts of lightning through my body. My own fingers rubbed my clit in fast circles, and fuck me if anything felt better than the combination of him and me inside my cunt.
“Your pussy feels so good. It’s mine. Only mine.You’remine.” His thrusts quickened, and so did my gasps. I’d never been fucked like this before, and I wouldn’t want to be fucked any other way. “You’re such a good girl, Jocasta. Such a fucking good girl.”
That one little phrase put me in a trance. I melted, those beautiful words washing over me like warm waves of ecstasy and relief. He could literally do anything to me in this state, and I’d just take it.
“You will take my cum inside you like a good girl, yes?”
“Yes. Give it to me. Please.”
“Not before you come first. I wanna feel your pussy clench around my cock while I give it to you. Come for me, baby.”
“Am I your good girl?”
“Fuck yes.” He pounded me harder. “Always my good girl.”
“Furore!” I screamed, my orgasm exploding.
The warm, thick gushes of his own orgasm filled my pussy as we both shuddered in the violence of our twisted love.
He released my throat and took me in his arms. His lips kissed the redness on my neck that I was sure would leave a mark. His mark.
“How am I going to go to school like that? It starts next week and staff orientation is tomorrow,” I said.
“I’d say leave it like that so everyone would knowwhomyou belong to.”
I laughed. “Someone has been paying attention to their grammar.”
“My teacher is so good.”
My arms folded tightly around him. The warmth and firmness of his body made me feel safe and protected. “I’d love to wear your mark. I’d wear it with pride anywhere. But it wouldn’t create a safe environment for the kids.”
He sighed. “Fine. Wear a choker or makeup. The bitches can help you.”
“The…club girls…hate me.”
“Thebitchesdon’t need to love you. You’re their queen.”
“I’m the queen of…bitches?”
He chuckled. “You know what I mean. They answer to you. They’d do anything you tell them. Until you get used to it, if they give you any trouble, talk to Hook or Fort. They’ll take care of it.”
“Fort is the Road Captain and Hook is…?”
“Sergeant-at-Arms.”
My eyes widened. “The Enforcer?”
“Yup.”
“I shot your enforcer?”
He cackled. The hardest I’d heard him laugh so far. “That’s why, despite all the trouble you’ve been giving them, they like you. You fight to protect yourself. You even protect me. You’re badass. Remember when you tried to defend me when the fucking guard hit me, wiped my blood and all?”
