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He had known what I needed even before I had realized I had needed it.
Despite my initial reluctance, I felt my body respond to his bold dominance. The arousal that had ebbed away only a little during my whipping came back with what felt like double the force and I was weak against it.
Fast. Hard. Brutal.
He took my pain and twisted it into pleasure. He claimed my body and demanded my submission, taking my desire and morphing it into something more. Something I knew that I would never be able to live without ever again.
His fingers dug deeper into my hips and I cried out, but the pain only amplified my passion even further. Higher and higher my body rose, until I was frantic with it. My flesh heated feverishly, and I felt as though I was wood on a pyre. I moaned, I screamed, a
nd I cried with pleasure, anxious for its release.
But pleasure took me, and pleasure is a hard master.
The harder he fucked me, the more I needed it. I wanted to beg for release. I wanted to plead for it, but he’d taken away my voice the moment he’d shoved my panties in between my lips. I was here for him to use as a fuck toy. I was a vessel for him to use and that thought turned me on.
His cock continued to spear me in two, so large that I thought he was going to break me, but he didn’t. My pussy milked his length, desperate to be filled completely for the first time. My clit pulsed, miserably forgotten, but I couldn’t focus on it for long. My pleasure grew with each passing moment and when Markos leaned over me and his surprisingly sharp teeth dragged against the back of my neck, I shattered into a million little pieces.
Pain lanced across my neck, but it only fueled my orgasm to build into a stronger, all-consuming tidal wave of desire. Every muscle in my body tensed with passion and I was powerless against it. White-hot ecstasy rushed through me. My heart pounded in my chest and I struggled to draw in each breath.
I felt like I was bursting into flame. Every fiber of my being shook with pleasure and Markos continued to fuck me just as hard as before. In that moment, I didn’t care who he was anymore. I was taking my pleasure and enjoying it as much as I could, nothing more. I deserved that much. No matter how this ended, I was going to take my satisfaction as mine and mine alone.
He twisted his hips up and his cock curved up inside me, caressing my channel in a way that left me wanting more. He did it again, then once more and then I was lost in a second, more powerful orgasm. There was no time to recover as he forced every last moment of pleasure from my body. Instead, all I knew was ecstasy.
My neck throbbed painfully, and I was left wondering if he had bit me. I tried to turn my head to look back at him, but he released one side of my hip and harshly fisted my hair at the base of my scalp. He pulled hard, forcing me to rest my cheek against the soft cloth of the chair. I whimpered slightly, and he relaxed his grip, but only just a little.
He quickened his pace, fucking me harder and faster than I even thought possible. Despite the gag in my mouth, my screams of pleasure echoed around us, the wet sounds of flesh fucking flesh louder still. He was ruthless and harsh, but my body sang beneath him. One orgasm bled into the next and I was powerless against such a powerful onslaught of pleasure.
Markos had taken me and given me more orgasms in the span of a few minutes than any other man ever had. Other men found it hard to bring me to release. But not Markos. He was different.
He played my body with an experience like no other, turning pain into pleasure and demanding every single ounce of my submission as he did so. I hated him for it.
One orgasm turned into two, then two into three before I lost count entirely. Soon, I became desperate for him to stop, but he didn’t. The pleasure was too much, and my throat was beginning to hurt from all my screaming. He was merciless, his cock punishing my greedy pussy like a club.
Fuck. I didn’t know how much more I could handle.
If this continued for much longer, I might just pass out.
When he groaned quietly behind me, I almost rejoiced out loud. His thighs quivered against mine and I held my breath. His seed spurted up inside my channel, blazing hot and I feared it had burned me. His cum surged again and again and my eyes rolled in ecstasy as the pain morphed into pleasure.
His cum did something to me and one final time, white-hot pleasure sliced through me like a knife. Sharp and exquisite, my body rolled, my back arched, and my muscles tensed with passionate desire. My orgasm tore me into pieces, bright light blinding me as I struggled to take every inch that he had forced me to take.
Finally, he stilled behind me.
He was done.
My release faded away, leaving behind a throbbing reminder of just how powerful it had been. I was left bereft, entirely and utterly spent. Exhaustion swept over me and I slumped against the chair. Markos pulled free from me and I sighed, with sadness or relief, I’ll never know. I was too tired to look, but when I heard the sound of a switchblade opening, I stilled in fear.
He was going to kill me now. I was sure of it.
The silvery blade glided against my skin, the touch too light to actually cut me. Instead of slicing my throat as I expected, he slashed the blue satin holding me captive. He freed my wrists first and then my legs.
“Get up. Kneel before me,” he commanded.
I listened. I was too exhausted to fight.
He pulled the soaked panties from my mouth and I licked my lips. I pulled in one full breath after another, swaying back and forth with fatigue.
Slowly, he slid his knuckles across my cheekbones, before he pushed my hair out of the way. I stared up at him as he brushed strand after strand away from the slickness of my forehead. He gazed down at me with something more than desire. It was a look I couldn’t quite place but it made me think that he was pleased that he had found me. Like it was meant to happen. Like it was our destiny to come together.
