Page 31 of Spitfire

I release her neck and use both hands to pull her asscheeks apart, pulling out my cock and thrusting between them, coating her in her wetness, before nudging against her tight ring of muscle. "None of your holes will be spared, Spitfire. I'm claiming all of them." I pull back until my cock is between us, and pressed up against her mound, the dark purple tip leaking drops of precum. "Spit, pretty girl, or I'm going in no matter what."

She sobs, hot tears trickling down her face as she forces her head to lift, her eyes wet with tears, mascara spreading below like perfect dark rivers of pleasure down her cheeks, making her even more beautiful. She spits between us, a strand of warm saliva hanging between her bottom lip and my swollen cock head. Fuck, I want to immediately slam inside of her, and usually I wouldn't give it a second thought, but I want her to enjoy me inside of all her holes.

Pathetic and weak. Willing to take any scraps from her.

I press my crown against her tight hole, pushing against her flesh until it gives way and I breach the ring. I stop, with just my mushroom head inside of her tight hole, as she breathes heavily against me. I move at an angle, allowing my fingers to slip back between us, even as my cock nudges forward another inch, and I grit my molars so tightly I fear for them.

Why are you being gentle with her? She means nothing to us. Fuck the bitch and then end her life, Xavier. You know you want to see her pretty blood spill and paint our skin.

I slam two digits back inside of her pussy as I thrust fully inside of her ass, until I'm encased in her warmth. "Ah, fuck, so tight, baby. What a good cock slut you are, taking me up your ass, even as you take my fingers in this pretty cunt."

My girl definitely has a praise kink, her holes tighten and clamp down, until she's strangling my cock and fingers at the same time, as she bites down hard on my collarbone. "Fuck, yes! Mark me, Spitfire, make me yours like you're mine!"

I pound into her holes again and again, until I can't hold back another moment, the orgasm ripping through me, and my cum shooting from my cock to coat the inside of her ass. All the while she gasps and whimpers, unintelligible words spilling from her lips. My legs shake and threaten to drop us both, as I try to regain my breathing. I force her leg to disentangle from around my waist as I pull out of her ass, and watch with exhilaration as my cum drips down her creamy thighs. I move back, and she sways in the chains, her unrestrained leg not able to hold her weight. I reach down, scoop some of my cum from her flesh, and bring my fingers to her lips, painting them, before pushing it inside of her mouth.

"Clean," I demand, and she hesitates, which instantly earns her a slap to her breast. "You will obey me in all things here, Spitfire."

"Fuck you, Xavier! You don't own me." I rub my fingers between her asscheeks, recoating them, and then smear my cum around her mouth and chin, as her eyes narrow in rage, and the promise of violence once she gets free. There you are, my sweet Spitfire.

"Fuck, let me go, Xavier, this game is over!" I ignore her demand, moving away from her toward the cabinet in the corner. I open the top drawer, pulling out one of the large, red butt plugs, its flared end set with a shiny black jewel, along with the matching remote. It'll look amazing on her, against all her creamy, pale flesh. When I turn, she spies what's in my hand, and immediately starts shaking her head, her eyes wide. "Absolutely not! I'm sore, Xavier!"

"You can take more. You will take more. I'm not done with you, Scarlett, not by a long shot." I lift and swing her around, giving the chains slack and bend her at the waist, using my cum and her wetness as lube, and pressing the rounded end against her asshole. "It's either the plug, or my cock goes back in there. Decide, Spitfire."

I press it further, and at first her ass tries its best to fight against the intrusion, but it's helpless against my will. "FUCK!" She whimpers as the plug bottoms out, with only the flared jewel visible. Her body swings back and forth in the chains, her foot dragging on my hardwood, that's now wet with my cum, as she tries her best to fight against the restraints, but she's exhausted, and her wrists are too far apart from each other for her to easily release herself. I press the button on the small remote, and her body tenses as if it's been hit by lightning, before a ragged moan is dragged from her lips.

"How much pain do you enjoy, Spitfire?" I inquire as I head back to the drawers and open the one closest to the bottom. An array of floggers, whips, and leather crops greet my glance before I pry it away and stare back at her. She's breathing heavily, and gritting her teeth as her stomach muscles contract, and she tries to fight against the sensations the plug is producing. I try to hold back my chuckle at what's going to happen next, but it's almost impossible. I increase the tempo and speed, before discarding the remote on the top of the dresser, and selecting a flogger made of silky strands.

Be done with this, Xavier.We have more important shit to do, like kill her partner!

"Please... I... can't..." She doesn't finish her sentence as an orgasm slams into her body, and her lips open on a sharp ‘O’ before a hoarse scream rips from her.

"I guess we'll have to test your limits, Scarlett." I walk back over to her, but she's so lost in the delirium that she doesn't even seem to notice. Her whimpers are accompanied by the slight buzzing, and it's music to my ears. I raise the flogger just as her head tips back on her neck, her hair cascading down her back like a dark river, as the silk flogger strands slap across her breast. Once. Twice. On the third pass, her screams fill the room as her body jolts, and she stares at me with a mixture of horror and pleasure, as more crystal tears make an appearance.

Hit her harder, tear her fucking flesh. Don't be a coward, Xavier. The bitch can take it.

I whip her other breast, ensuring the strands hit her pebbled nipple and then down her torso, as pretty, little pink streaks taint her flesh before I reach her swollen mound. Her unrestrained leg trembles with the effort to keep her standing, even as her toes curl. "You're so beautiful like this, a goddess made just for me." I let the strands fly once again, this time putting a little more force into my swing, and she wails as they hit her clit and pussy lips. I move around her swinging body, using the flogger on her back, shoulders, and ass, painting them, before returning to watch her reactions, leaning in and kissing her chest and between her breasts.

"I think you need more to fill you up before I take you again. What do you say, my sweet?" A groan is all I get in response, and right now it's enough. I return to the drawers and select a dual-tapping, purple silicone vibrator, and leave the room to retrieve her panties, all while her loud, ragged moans follow me back out to the main living space.

When I return, a naughty grin plasters itself to my face. Her head is once more hanging low, her chin pressed against her chest, and if I'm not mistaken, she's threatening to murder me between moans. I crouch down before her and slip the dildo in my mouth, to coat it in my split, before positioning it inside of her, all while the naughty minx tries to kick me with her unrestrained leg, which just puts more pressure on her arms, and causes her to swing wider in place. "You need to get control of your anger, Spitfire. You have to be its master, otherwise, it will control you," I declare as I kiss her swollen clit, before slipping her panties back on.

"I'm... going... to kill... you," she mumbles.

I slap her ass, and press the exterior button on the dildo, before rising to my feet and grasping a fistful of her hair, forcing her to meet my glance. "One day you might, Scarlett Lyssa, but that day is not today. Today you get to enjoy everything I'm willing to give, and know that tomorrow you'll still be mine."

I walk away into the bathroom, to the symphony of her screams, as the vibrator and anal plug work in unison to drive her insane with pleasure.

God, you're fucking useless. You should have let me take over, Xavier. She'd really be screaming then. You're weak. You've always been weak, and she's just making you worse.

TWENTY-FOUR

JASPER

Where the fuck is she, and why isn't she answering her damn phone?

She looked exhausted and distraught when I dropped her off, after she stubbornly insisted she wouldn't come home with me. Now I'm sitting like a fuck boy outside her house with soup and sandwiches, knowing full well she probably didn't cook anything, and hasn't eaten.

She hasn't answered the phone or opened the door, despite my calling and banging loud enough to wake the dead, and all the lights appear to be off inside. Could she be inside and just asleep, or is there a possibility she's left? My glance narrows at her car, still sitting in the driveway with all four tires flat, and I feel my left eye beginning to twitch. She didn't even get it towed yet, and that's so unlike Scarlett. She's highly organized. Whoever did that to her vehicle is still on my shit list, and just wait ‘til I find them. They're going to wish they had never messed with my partner. That term feels wrong now. She's so much more than just my partner; she's mine in every way. Even if I know she'll fight tooth and nail against the inevitable probability of us.