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“Your skin is perfect. I like it even better when it’s covered with my mark,” he said softly, and I shuddered at the promise in his voice. I could feel the welts rising on my skin and I knew I would feel the effects of this lesson for days to come.
“Now though, I think it’s time I punished this greedy little cunt for making me wait,” he added, and my body pulsed with desire at his threat.
“By the time I’m through with you, you’re going to beg me to take you in ways so shameful that you’ll be left blushing long after I’m done,” he added, his voice dark, powerful, and seductive.
His warning and threats were intoxicating, like a drug and I just wanted more. My body was humming with desire, craving to be taken long and hard. Pleasure demanded release and I was defenseless against its pull. He didn’t let me wait for very long though. I heard the telltale sound of a zipper lowering and I mewled quietly against the sodden panties in my mouth. Would he take me now?
I wanted it. I wanted him to fuck me. I needed to come, and I’d deal with the ramifications later. I needed him to take me. My body demanded it.
“Such a pretty little pussy,” he continued, dragging his thumb across my entrance, his tone almost sweet, but I knew better. His skin slid across my wetness, reminding me once again of how aroused I was under his dark demands.
I should have been ready, but I couldn’t have prepared myself for what he did next.
He grabbed my hips roughly, his fingertips digging into my flesh, and I felt the heat of his cock press against my pussy for the briefest of seconds before he drove into me. His cock was huge and he didn’t allow me time to recover, instead slamming into me again and again, harder and faster, more for his own pleasure than for my own. But that didn’t stop me from enjoying it.
He fucked me so hard that the chair I was tied to rocked back and forth. Every time his hips slammed into mine, my punished flesh ignited anew, constantly reminding me how he had whipped me for my insolence. His skin slapped into mine and each welt flamed with pain. It hurt, and it only fueled my arousal even more.
The wet sounds of our fucking echoed off the cool, dank stone and I flushed with shame, knowing the wetness was a product of my own arousal. The more he fucked me, the louder the sounds became, almost like it was a firm reminder of my body’s own betrayal.
My mind hadn’t wanted this, but my body had.
With each savage thrust, I was reminded of how his belt had whipped my flesh, how he had torn my dress and my underwear from my body and stuffed my soaked panties into my mouth, how he’d tied me up and forced me to take everything he wanted to give me. My arousal pulsed through my veins and I couldn’t help but tremble at the force of it.
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, and 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.
Fuck. I didn’t know how much more I could handle.
If this continued for much longer, I might just pass out.
