She thought he’d taken her as his captive, but she had to say, aside from his ceaseless and often ridiculous demands, she felt less and less like his prisoner.He wouldn’t let her go, but he’d also insisted on feeding her delicious food and bringing her body to the most astonishing peaks of pleasure.
That didn’t feel much like a hostage situation.
“Master, I…”
She wanted to convey all the complicated ways she was feeling.She didn’t approve of the way he was keeping her and another woman in his fortress.She still didn’t understand how he’d achieved the things she’d witnessed, but deep down, she wasn’t sorry that they’d met, and even though she sought her freedom, she wasn’t sure she could give up the amazing orgasms.
“Shhh.”He drew his hips back, grazing his cock between her cheeks.She froze at the change, frowning as the shaft she’d so longed for pierced her rectum.
“But Master—”
He lifted one finger to silence her, the act stilling her lips as though he’d compelled the quiet, but the truth was, it was that darkening glimmer in his eyes that held her tongue.
His dick pushed deeper, stealing her breath and blossoming panic in her chest.
Oh, God.
“I had worried that you wouldn’t be lubricated enough to take me here, but after such a huge climax, I don’t think that will be a concern now.”Stabbing his erection another inch into her backside, his lips stretched wider.
“Oh my God!”
There was no choice but to articulate the words that time, the feeling of him inside her already more intense than any experience she could recall.She couldn’t say there was pain—and he was right, she was easily wet enough to accommodate him, even for that uninvited imposition—but as he eased inside, the concentrated sensation was all-consuming.
“Hush about your God.”He leaned over her, his hair tumbling into her face.“I am your God now, little one.”
“Master!”She panted, barely able to catch her breath.“It’s too much.”
“Relax,” he insisted, easing his elbows down on either side of her face.“I’m not deep inside you.”
Not deep!Her eyes widened at the assertion.Apparently, depth was a relative concept, especially when she had Kronos’ huge shaft to contend with.
Her hands rose to his biceps, gripping his muscles as, little by little, he lunged deeper, his gaze never leaving her.Reaching for his shoulder, she attempted to acclimate.She’d never been so full before, and based on how tentatively he was slipping into her virgin hole, he’d barely given her any of the monster dick she knew he was harboring.
“Don’t fight me, little one.”His eyes softened, the gleam there suddenly imploring.“Just give in.”
He was right.Things were usually better for her when she relinquished, but being impaled by him was taking some getting used to, and her every instinct was to clench and push him out.
“Please!”
Still, she tried to appeal to him, even though it was already too late—he was inside her—and she could tell by the determination in his eyes that there was no way he’d relent.More disconcerting, though, was the way she was adjusting to the intimate possession.She couldn’t have said that she liked it, but she didn’t despise it either.
As though he’d read her deliberation in her gaze, he pushed harder, and she panted at the new intensity.Again, there was no tangible discomfort, no pain, and no sense that he was genuinely damaging her, but his cock felt enormous, as though it was piercing her to the core.Staring into his captivating eyes, it was hard to reconcile the way she felt.
Vulnerable, yes; she had no way to fight him off.
Exposed, definitely, but she had been ever since she’d woken up there.
But more than that, when his hips moved, and he grazed hot kisses at her chin, she realized she’d never been more powerless in her life.
Immobilized by a giant whose hard body was skimming her recently-satiated clit.Held down by a man so insanely hot she still couldn’t believe he’d chosen her…
“Kristina.”His head rose to capture her gaze.“You’re incredible.”
Allowing her eyes to flutter closed, she heaved in air, unsure what to say.She hadn’t asked to be fucked that way, but with each passing stroke, she had to admit, there was something darkly erotic about the deed.It was as though its perceived naughtiness alone had ratcheted her arousal.
“Look at me.”
There was a new urgency to his tone, a demand that insisted she do as he asked.Gazing up at him, a tiny whimper escaped her mouth as his cock plowed deeper.
