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I lower my sweatpants and free myself. I’ve deprived my throbbing dick for minutes as I’ve tormented Lyra and punished her for her mistake. She got off when she was explicitly told not to.
My fucking turn.
I grip her hips and slam into her. We lose our breath at the same time. Me from how incredible her pussy feels. Her from the shock of my brutal thrust into her.
The moment has transformed from her punishment to my pleasure. Last night, I made her come three times, I let her sleep in my bed, in my t-shirt. I’ve kissed her and spoiled her with fancy dates and a fucking job at the Easton Opera House.
And she repays me by snooping around.
A burst of rage surges through me as I fuck her. As I use her pussy for my benefit.
Lyra whines and pants and sways on the bench. Her body feels fragile against my dominant, muscular one the harder, more savagely I pump into her. She’s determined to learn the hard way—I have no feelings, no consideration for anyone.
I couldn’t care less if she’s apologetic, or if her pussy’s sore and she’s tired.
I intend to fuck her until I’m ready to stop. Until I’ve exerted every ounce of rage and resentment beating through me at what feels like a betrayal. The more I think about it, in my foggy, aroused state of mind, the angrier I become.
I was composed earlier. Calm. Cool. Evenamusedas I punished her and she whined about things like the nipple clamps.
However, in this moment of pure aggression, my thrusts unrelenting and my dick spearing into her, I realize how foolish I’ve been.
I let my guard down. I fell asleep with a woman I barely know in my bed. My short sightedness gave her free rein to wander my penthouse and discover the bloody shirt from the night I murdered Maximillion Keys.
In recent days, I’ve been so preoccupied, so obsessed with all things Lyra, I hadn’t bothered to properly dispose of it, like I usually would.
My teeth grit and I drill into Lyra even harder. She’s collapsed from holding herself up on her hands and resorted to laying flush against the bench. Her cheek pressed into the leather, she’s tilted upward at an angle, her hips and ass in the air. Dazed and spent, she occasionally gives a tiny moan as I fuck her.
Her walls spasm around my dick. If I had to guess, she’s come again. Despite the fact that she’s already far too overstimulated and likely sore.
My release wracks through me a few pumps later. I snap forward in a series of deep thrusts, greedily experiencing every inch of her pussy before I wrench myself from her. Stroking my dick with a furious grip, I spill onto her lower back and round ass.
Pleasure blinds me. It bursts through my tense, muscled body and strips me of all decorum. I’m heaving ragged breaths and jerking my dick to spurt out every last drop.
Satisfaction comes in the aftermath. It’s a steady, fulfilling sensation that makes me grin at the scene before me.
Lyra collapsed on the bench. Her round ass in the air. My cum dripping from her ass cheeks. Her cum dripping from her pussy lips. The blindfold still snug over her eyes, though something tells me they’re closed. However, her lips hang open and her body quivers.
The nipple clamps remain intact, smashed into the leather cushion from the position she’s in. She’s so spent, she’s not capable of moving even if she wanted to, and I’m certain she likely does.
First, I collect myself. My dick’s tucked back into my sweatpants, and I smooth my hair behind my ears. Then I step toward her and raise her up. I take away the blindfold and stroke her cheek.
“I’m going to take the clamps off,” I warn.
Dazed, she nods.
I’m careful loosening the screws and removing the metal teeth from her sensitive peaks. She winces as I do.
“Sore?”
Again, she nods.
My hands cup her breasts in a leisurely massage. I do it before it registers with me that I am. Though I do not regret what has transpired—it gave me the most powerful orgasm I’ve had in months—the petty anger I felt moments ago has evaporated.
Lyra has been punished. I have recognized I let my guard down last night. The atmosphere between us reverts to more sensible territory.
I help her up from the bench. Her legs wobble as she walks.
“Take a hot bath. Relax,” I say. “I have Epsom salt and plenty of soaps to choose from. Donotwander elsewhere.”
