AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Isaac’s thrusts are wild and unhinged, jostling my body like I’m nothing more than a rag doll. I slip and slide, unable to hold myself up. His hand comes down on my ass five times in rapid succession and I press myself harder into the pillow, screaming in pleasure filled pain.
“I told you not to move these,” he snarls, gripping my wrists and pressing them back where he wants them.
He twists his body, his hips rolling as a rustling sound fills the room seconds before I hear the clinking of metal, then feel the distinct sensation of leather tickling my spine. My whole body tenses, making him groan.
“I bet you’d love the feeling of my belt across your ass, temptress,” he laughs. “You’re already choking my cock and I haven’t even used it yet.” He smooths his hand over my ass before slapping it, making me jolt. “Maybe next time.”
I shake my head, not at all prepared for that, but he ignores me as he binds my wrists with his belt. The leather is worn and soft, still slightly warm from his body. He tightens it, making sure I can’t get free, and the sense of helplessness he wants me to feel washes through me.
The second I’m bound and completely vulnerable, he slams into me, this time with a relentless force that makes my eyes roll back. He doesn’t pause, doesn’t stop, doesn’t give me any time to prepare myself. He just fucks into me, pounding me harder than he ever has.
I lose track of time with my face in the soft linen of my sheets, my mouth biting down harshly on my shirt and my body helplessly bound. His cock hits me with a bruising force every time he bottoms out but the drag of his curved tip brushes my g-spot when he pulls out, sending unreal zaps through every inch of me.
He repeats the process until I’m mindlessly begging, incoherent sobs spilling from my lips. I don’t know what I want. Maybe to come. Maybe to never let this feeling of complete submission go away. Whatever it is, I beg him for it. I beg him until my throat is raw to give me what he wants, to give me what he knows I need.
“Who do you belong to?” he bites out, his fingers digging into my flesh. I cry out his name, the sound muffled from the fabric bitten between my teeth. His fingers tangle in my hair and he uses his grip to yank me up, leaving me completely at his mercy. My breasts sway with every vicious thrust. “Who, Temptress? Who do you belong to?”
I spit the shirt out as my spine deeply bends, making me whimper in protest. “You,” I cry, his cock hitting me in a whole new spot. “You, My Lord. I belong only to you.” I’m a babbling, shaking mess as I cry and plead. “Please. Please, let me come, My Lord. I’m s-so close.”
My pussy tightens around his cock, proving how badly I need my release, clenching down so hard he stutters and moans low in his throat.
“Fuck, Eve,” he rasps. “You’re gonna break my cock in half.”
His grip in my hair tightens, and he forces my back against his chest, my bound arms still between us. He lifts his free hand to my mouth, forcing two fingers down my throat. I gag around him, feeling saliva drip from my mouth and soaking my shirt. He thrusts them in time with his hips, each one more harsh than the last. Finally, when I feel like I can’t take any more, he rips them from my mouth and brings his wet hand down on my ass.
Slowly, his damp fingers slide between my cheeks, and I tense as he rubs them against my hole. “Shh,” he coos, his tone and thrusts at odds with each other. “Relax. Let me in.” He doesn’t give me a chance to fully relax, to prepare myself, before he presses in, stretching me until I feel a burning shoot up my spine.
“I can’t wait to take this ass someday,” he mutters, licking a path down the side of my neck. “Take it, own it, just like the rest of you.”
I nod, feeling helpless tears track down my cheeks. My clit is throbbing painfully, begging for attention. I’m so wet, I can feel it leaking down my thighs.
“Tell me I can,” he grunts, his cock thickening as his orgasm nears. “Tell me I can fuck your ass. Tell me and I’ll let you come.”
He presses in deeper, pressing his fingers in more, and it’s my undoing. My pussy spasms around him as I cry out a hoarse, yes.
“That’s right, baby,” he moans. “Scream louder. Let your big brother hear what a filthy little slut you’ve become. What a perfect, dirty girl you are for his father.”
My heart skips a beat and my lungs lock up with my body. But then, he’s there, letting the curve of his cock do the work for him, while his fingers thrust deeper into my ass. I cry out as my orgasm slams into me, my mouth open and eyes crossed.
Isaac moans low and deep as he comes with me, filling my pulsing pussy with his hot cum. I tremble in his arms, my body going limp with every searing second of my orgasm.
“Oh my God,” I choke out breathlessly. His body jerks with the last of his pleasure, and he huffs a tired laugh as he slips from my sore pussy and ass. He spanks me lightly before pressing a kiss to my shoulder.
“Lord, but I’ll let it slide this time,” he says. Smiling weakly, I fall limp against him as he quickly untethers my wrists and rights my shirt before helping me lie down.
I’m exhausted, and my body feels like it’s been put through the best hell imaginable, but as I watch him silently slip back into his clothes, my mind starts to race again.
I curl my aching arms under my head as I watch him. His muscles aren’t as tight as they were before, his eyes not as haunted. But there’s still a slight tick to his jaw that I don’t think I’ll be able to help him get rid of.
We both know what’s causing his anxiety, and it’s asleep on the couch, as if he doesn’t have a care in the world.
Out of nowhere, guilt collides with my already tired body, making my eyes burn.
Did Roman hear us?
Is he still here, or did he leave?
Do I even care?
