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There was nothing I could do to fight it.
I could feel it coming, like it was a tidal wave forming in the distance and there was nowhere for me to run. I feared its arrival far more than the first time, because I knew there would be another one after it.
My fingers reached for him, still cuffed behind me. One of his hands settled over them and I sighed quietly with relief.
“I’ve got you. This next part is going to be hard for you, but I will hold you for as long as you need after it’s done, little girl,” he said gently, the dichotomy of his tenderness stark against the cruelty of his thrusts.
The fingers of his other hand danced on my clit, forcing my pleasure forward. I cried out and then something happened.
I surrendered to it.
My orgasm came swiftly, and it was just as brutal as I feared. It ripped through my core, twisting like a knife as I began to scream. Agony rippled around my asshole as my inner walls clenched relentlessly. My muscles tightened around him, and he groaned, but he never slowed even as I came.
My sore nipples scraped against the cloth of my shirt, erect and aching to be touched. Electricity crackled just beneath my skin, an endlessly brilliant and painful sensation that kept my nerves on edge for what seemed like eternity.
When it finally ended, I was that much sorer. Everything intensified from the cruel pleasure to the endless biting agony that rattled me senseless.
“One more, little girl. Then it’s over,” he instructed softly.
“Yes, sir,” I wailed. I knew better than to beg now. I wouldn’t be able to convince him to grant me mercy.
He slammed into me so roughly that I was afraid I might tear. His fingers tortured my clit and I cried out from the extreme sensitivity that radiated through me.
He was going to make me come hard and fast.
“Your asshole squeezes me so beautifully every time you come,” he observed out loud, and I moaned with shame. My muscles twitched and my pussy tightened with greed.
He slammed into me several times, groaning with his own pleasure, which somehow made the painful fucking easier for me to take.
All of this was so wrong. I didn’t understand why it felt so utterly captivating.
Agony.
Ecstasy.
Complete and utter helplessness.
I fell prey to each and every sensation. I gave into everything.
My pleasure roared through me like a riptide. I screamed as a single tear rolled down my face. A second followed as my body clamped down tight on his cock, milking him as though my very life depended on it. His cock throbbed hard and as the first fiery burst of his seed marked my virgin hole, I wailed through one wrenching sob after the next.
Pain and agonizing bliss shredded me open. I fell into an endless chasm of pitch-black desire, drowning in it.
Cyrus’ touch on my skin was the only thing that I could hold on to.
By the time that third terrible orgasm ended, I was an emotionally wrecked mess. My cheeks were stained with tears and my body throbbed with one aftershock after the next. The cuffs clinked open, and he tenderly guided my arms to the front of me.
As gently as he could, he pulled his cock free. I wailed with shame as his cum dripped down my welted thighs from a place it was never supposed to be. I heard him tuck himself away, and suddenly I was in his arms.
He sat down in the chair and placed me in his lap. He held me. His arms surrounded me with his strength, squeezing me gently from time to time as I cried.
My whole body was sore. My backside ached from his belt, but the shameful throbbing of my asshole was the worst of all.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, needing him now more than ever.
He gave me that. He gave me everything.
He didn’t complain that my tears were getting on his shirt or that I was too heavy or anything like that.
