Her body vibrates and shakes as I pull away, an adorable tremble takes over her legs. I stick my fingers against her lips, “Now clean up your mess.”
My newly obedient pet strikes out her tongue and wraps it around my singers before she sucks them down with a moan,enjoying her own taste on my skin, and she’s attentive enough to be sure to collect every drop.
“Do you need a minute?” I ask, more affectionately than I mean to come off and her face screws up.
“Don’t you dare underestimate me, Max.” She snorts.
A growl rumbles in my chest as I grab her shaking legs and pull her pussy closer to the edge. “You’re going to eat those words, Harpy.” And before she has a chance to respond I already have my cock out and I slam it into her. Her cry is sharp but weakened at the same time.
I fuck her hard, and fast. She feels too good, too perfect, and the taste of her already had me ready to cum in my pants like a teenager. My thrusts are brutal, and deep enough that I know I must be bruising her, but I can’t find it in me to care.
I adjust us again, this time leaning more into her, and forcing her thighs back and against her shoulders so I can reach as far into her as I can. I need to feel all of her, I need to break her in half.
“Max, I’m already so close…” She whimpers. “It’s too soon, I can’t--” Her pitiful wines cut off and morph into a moan. “Ah, I don’t think I can-”
“Yes, you can, because you’re a good girl. And you can handle it, remember?” I grunt and sweat begins to pebble and trail down my back. I take her jaw in one hand and squeeze to squish her cheeks together. “Give me another, Harpy.” I continue to pound into her, abusing her pussy to a point of no return.
An evil and devious smile spreads across her face and I can’t help but match the same expression. I pump into her, one,two, three times and we both crumble. I roar and groan as ropes of cum spill out of me and start to fill her up so much is seeping from the edges and back down my shaft. Zoe’s voice cracks as she screams out, and it’s a sound that I want to play on repeat forever.
“Fuck,” I press my face to her neck, our skin clinging, and wish I could bottle the scent of our mingled sweat to breathe in forever. The smell of her sex smothered with mine and the heat radiating from our bodies is officially an addiction, and I will never stop pleading for it. “Such a good girl for me, aren’t you Harpy?”
“Yes, sir.” And just like that, I know I have successfully broken every last bit of resolve she thought she still had.
“That’s three. But I know you can handle five more.”
40
Third Law
Zoe
Seven. Max has made me come seven times. We have not left this room; we have barely moved from the couch. My body is trembling, and I’ve lost all functional use of my legs. I’m not complaining, but I know for a fact I’ll be sore tomorrow. I have been fucked into the couch cushions with my head pressed into them, my legs have been practically behind my head, not to mention the ruthless skull fucking he’s delivered as a form of punishment for purposely spitting on his boots.
I wince as I try to sit back up on the couch from the slumped over position, he tossed me aside too. I let out a deep sigh as a poor attempt at trying to relax the shakes that are rattling my bones.
“Don’t tell me you’re tapping out already, Harpy?” Max teases, “I thought you can handle it? I thought you wanted to learn.”
I do my best to not glare at him. After studying him for so long I know he needs me to be subservient to him. He needs a sense of control. Instead of shooting daggers with my eyes, I lose my lids and let out another deep breath.
“I’m not tapping out.” I say with as much confidence I can muster. And in all honesty, I’m not tapping out, I think it’smy body attempting finally giving in to the wear and tear he’s put me through.
“Good because you owe me one more.” He runs his fingers through his sweat matted hair and sits next to me on the couch, also seeming to feel the exhaustion that's trying to take over.
“Why specifically eight?” I ask, it’s been a nagging thought this whole time and I figured there is no time like the present.
“Well, I figure when you finally take all four of us, you’ll need to be able to take two orgasms each. For you, Harpy, we know one is just never enough.” He gives me a boyish wink, and it may just be the most human I’ve ever seen him. The relaxed flirty gesture makes my heart stutter, but I try to ignore the nagging feelings starting to bloom behind my once dead heart.
“So would you say this is training?” I ask, trying to push away very true and very real feelings that have officially made themselves known.
“Training?” He laughs, and it’s a comfortable and homey sound that makes it harder to ignore exactly what is happening inside my chest. “I’d more so call it priming.”
It’s my turn to laugh and his smile drops, I instantly think I must have done something wrong until he quickly moves to push me onto my back and he hovers over me. “That is my favorite sound.” He whispers. His hair falls forward and tickles my forehead.
“What?” I ask. “My laugh?” I let out a nervous chuckle, and he has yet to let his perfect smile return.
“Yes.” He says in such a sure tone, that he almost sounds like he’s making a promise. A vow.
I don’t get an opportunity to respond because his lips crash into mine. The kiss is welcome, and so much more. There’s an intimacy behind it that I’m not completely familiar with, and I’ve given up on trying to ignore the warmth that rapidly increases within me.
