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“No man can ever do the things I do to you. You will be fucking ruined. When I’m gone, you’re going to search for this with someone else and will never find it. Because I’ll own that part of you forever,” I tell her, and her eyes water, tears leaking, spit dripping from the corner of her mouth. It’s violent-looking but exquisite. “Tap my arm if you want me to stop. If not, you’re going to take every drop.”
She doesn’t tap; instead, she locks those wet green eyes on me, and we don’t break contact. My abs flex, and I groan at the image of her right now.
“You look so beautiful choking on my cock.” What little mascara she was wearing begins to run down her cheeks, and I fuck into her mouth harder. She moans, and I look to see her fingers between her legs, rubbing at her clit just as vigorously as I am fucking her mouth. “It turns you on when I do this to you…doesn’t it?”
She moans an inaudible agreement, and suddenly, I’m coming, pushing my cock to the back of her mouth and holding her head tightly in place as I drain my cum down her throat.
“Fuck, puppet. Dammit.” I throw my head back and make her take every drop. My orgasm seems never-ending, but she keeps taking it, even as it drips out the side of her lips. It’s wet, so wet between her saliva and my cum. Her running mascara. It’s a sight to behold, one I will lock inside for the rest of my life and revisit frequently.
When I finally finish and she’s taken all of me, I slowly pull her by her hair, moving her off my cock. Seeing me still on her lips, I use my thumb and rub it in, spreading it over her lips.
“Now you see what happens when you challenge me.”
She is a vision, covered in my cum, running mascara, and red skin. No artist could paint a better work of art. It’s cruel, crude, but makes perfect sense. Hanna was molded to be exactly what I need her to be. Shy yet thriving under a lustful touch. Needing me to need her in a possessive way, all while having her independence. I’ve never met a woman more unique or powerful.
Hanna holds the control too. And that is something I fear. So much so, I need to fuck it out of my system, regain it, reclaim it as mine. She can’t have both power and control. Standing, I pace at the foot of the bed, watching her watch me, anticipating my next move.
“Why aren’t you touching me? Did I do something wrong?” Her insecurity turns me on, because she couldn’t be more wrong, but her insecurity means she needs me to remind her what her worth is. Does a woman like her need me? No, but will I happily be at her mercy to remind her? Yes.
“You took my cock perfectly, puppet. But you need a breather, because I’m nowhere near done.”
“Then touch me. I want more like that,” she admits, lying restrained and at my mercy.
“You like me to use you. Like a slut? Like a naughty little slut?” I watch her gulp. She’s debating if she liked that or not, but I already know the answer when she tries so hard to rub her thighs together, but the bar keeps her from being able to do so.
“Do you really think I’m a slut?” she whimpers.
“In the bedroom. You are my toy. You’re my slut. My puppet. Whatever I want you to be. But remember, you have what, Hanna?” I break our scene for a moment.
“Power,” she recalls.
“Exactly. What we do in our intimate moments is without borders. We are here to unleash the wildest. The dirtiest. The deepest fantasies.”
“Then do it. Use me. Take whatever you want. Remind me what I can’t seem to remember.”
This stumps me. What does she mean? “And what is that?”
“That a man like you can desire a woman like me.”
Instantly, my cock is hard again. My rage is at a ten, and my skin turns red. When I grab the flogger once more, she looks panicked yet thrilled. What an exquisite combination.
“No, no. Theo. Not—”
“What? No isn’t the word.” I take the flogger, and I bring it down hard on her thigh and then again on her clit. She screams out. “You have the word. Say it if you want this to stop.” I bring the flogger down on her hip, then her slit again.
“I can’t!” she yells, her head rolling back into the pillows.
“And why is that, baby?”
“Damn you, because I want it. You make me want this. I hate you for ruining me!” she cries, and I throw the flogger to the side of the bed. Then it happens. I yank the Velcro of the cuffs free, grab her hips, and flip her over. She lands on her stomach, her feet crossing, letting me know her pussy will be so tight that I’ll risk coming the minute I’m inside her. Lining her up with my cock, without warning, I slam into her.
