“God, you’re so big,” she groans, her eyes fluttering shut.
When she opens her dazed eyes, not even halfway down my shaft yet, I can see the strain on her face as she pushes herself to take more of me.
“Fuck,” she breathes, her voice quivering. “You’re stretching me so much.”
Not being able to manage the slowness of her movements because they're driving me utterly insane, I flick my hips upward, my cock penetrating her cunt as deep as I can get inside her. She lets out a loud scream, her palms slamming against my chest as she steadies herself. My eyes gradually close, the satisfaction of being buried inside her and having some kind of control buzzing through my dark veins.
When I open them once again, I observe her with her head tilted down, her long blond hair obscuring her face, cascading over my chest as she breathes deeply through the pain.
“Now ride me, greedy Little Dolly, before I fuck you senseless seeing as you were stupid enough not to strap my lower half down,” I growl.
She slowly lifts her head, her eyes wide when they meet mine. “There's no way you're going to fit inside my ass, Hellion.”
A small sinister smirk tugs on my lips. “Good. I don't want it to, but we'll make it fucking fit, pretty girl.”
With her expanded eyes fixed on mine, she sits back, and my gaze flicks downward to see my dick completely immersed inside of her. The sight of my cock disappeared makes my pulse race with raw, animalistic desire. I keep my eyes locked on her stretched pussy as she slowly rises my length, leaving a trail of wetness in her wake and as her soft, warm walls brush against my piercings, my toes curl.
Fucking hell, I'm going to fuck this tight cunt so fucking hard.
Her eyes grow heavy, her tits bouncing with every thrust downward, and her moans turn untameable as she becomes lost in the lust of having me inside her. My breathing picks up, and I find myself pulling my chains, desperate to get free while she rides me hard and fast. Tingles sweep through my body, every nerve electrified by the friction, the heat, the tightness. Our connection.
I watch how her body moves, her facial expressions twisted with pleasure and with each rise and fall of her hips, her pussy slams down onto me, our skin smacking together, echoing in the confined space. I can feel myself striking her cervix, pushing her to her limits, but she takes all of me like she promised. Her screams grow louder, more urgent, and I can sense her climax peaking, her pussy becoming wetter, looser.
When she reaches up, wrapping chains around her wrists and hands for more leverage, she rises all the way up my length to the tip before slamming down onto me, and a guttural groan escapes my lips. The feel and sight of her is too fucking much; I can sense myself building already.
When she finally explodes, a cry rips from her throat, her head thrown back in ecstasy. The sensation of her pussy convulsing around me in a powerful grip is enough to make me release too, and with a deep, primal growl, I eject my hot cum deep inside her.
She moans again from the swell and pulse of my cock, but her thrusts continue, determined to milk me for every fucking drop, pushing us both into overdrive and my eyes roll while my legs twitch.
When she has finished, she releases the chains, her tiny body flopping down onto mine as we both fall limp. Our chests heave as we struggle to catch our breath, her warmth seeping into me, anchoring me in the aftermath of our raw moment, but despite the temporary unwanted surrender, my mind starts to race with thoughts of the degrading, disgusting shit I'm going to do to her once I'm freed. Every dark fantasy, every twisted desire—she will experience most of them.
“Now release me,” I bite out through clenched teeth.
She starts to sit up, her sweaty skin unsticking from mine. Her sparkling eyes widen with a petrified gaze as realization sets in—she’s crossed a line, chaining me up like this and taking what she wants like a greedy fucking whore. And so she should be afraid. She better keep me locked up for eternity because if I’m freed, my Little Dolly will never be the same once I’m finished with her.
“Don’t worry, Noir,” I murmur menacingly, watching her eyes relax. “I’ll let you live, at least, but barely.”
Her gaze expands again, and I lift my head and body quickly, straining against the chains with all my power. I roar loudly until finally one of the binds snaps and my arm is free, the chain loosening.
She shrieks, jumping off me in panic, but as soon as I pull my arm free, I reach out, grabbing the back of her hair just in time. I yank her until she back falls against my chest and I wrap my arm around her throat, holding her close to me. I dip my head, looking at her panicked side-profile.
“Be a good girl and undo the other one,” I growl viciously against her ear. Her chest heaves with every breath until we hear movement inside the small room, and I inhale deeply, recognizing the sound.
“What the fuck was that?” she whispers, her voice trembling with fear.
I lift my head, peeking behind me to see one of my victims stirring under a sheet, awakening from his drug-infused coma. His wrists and ankles are bound, but it's not enough to stop him from fighting against Noir if he needs to. Even though I could easily free myself from the second strap and chain, I decide to scare her even more.
I peer down at her, my voice unnervingly calm. “My victim is waking up.” Her breathing ceases altogether, amplifying his groans and movements. “You have less than ten seconds to release me, or he kills us both, Little Dolly.”
She hesitantly and shakily lifts her hands.
“One,” I whisper.
Her hands find the strap on my arm, her fingers trembling.
“Two.”
She works quicker, the guy's movements behind me getting louder.
