Page 6 of Anton's Grace


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She jumped at the sharpness of my voice and breathed in through her mouth. I wanted to ram my cock inside her, but damaging her wasn’t my goal. She would be punished and humiliated as she had me, until my honor and that of my clan was restored. You didn’t maim such beautiful woman. I had plans for her.

Rubbing my cock against her, I coated it with her slick juices. I pushed inside her. She felt exquisitely tight and warm. As expected, my cock was too big. I tried pushing further but met with resistance, her folds squeezing in on all sides. Controlling my breathing, I struggled to squash my impatience. I inched forward, slowly, deliberately. Rocking in and out, I gained a few inches at the time. I snaked my hand between us and rubbed her clitoris. She shuddered, her legs relaxing around me. Her resistance faded and my cock slipped in deeper until my balls rubbed against her.

At last… at long last, she was mine. I could die from the blissful warmth that gripped my length. My obsession with her was absurd, but I had never wanted a woman as much as I wanted her. The whole time I was taking possession of her, my gaze never left hers. There would be no doubt in her mind whose cock was fucking her. She lay still beneath me, the rapid rise and fall of her chest brushing against mine. I gave her a moment to adjust to my girth. Though I’d never admit it, I was also reining myself in. She felt so damn good, it wouldn’t take much for me to come again. But I hadn’t waited all these years to have her, only to spill after two strokes.

“You’re nice and tight, my pet,” I said against her lips as I began to rock in and out of her. “Nice and wet for your master’s cock… your Braxian master’s cock.”

She didn’t get the hint; that was fine. We had plenty of time for her to remember how she claimed never to let a Braxian cock near her. Each stroke sent coils of fire in my belly. I couldn’t let her see the power she held over me. I fisted her hair with more force than needed. She winced. I accelerated the tempo.

“Whose pussy is this?” I demanded.

“Yours,” she said breathily.

“Whose cock gets to fuck you, however, whenever, wherever?”

“Yours… Your cock.”

“Who do you belong to, pet?”

“You, Anton. I belong to you.”

I crushed her lips with mine, my tongue taking over hers. Her heated response and her sexy moans sent me over the edge. Ramming my cock in and out of her, I devoured her mouth. Her hands on my shoulders sneaked around my back, as she pressed herself against me. I nipped at her shoulder and sucked on the delicate flesh of her neck, made salty by a thin coat of perspiration.

For a moment, I regretted not having stripped before I took her, wanting to feel her skin against mine. There was no stopping now though. The fire building inside me was about to erupt. Initially, I hadn’t planned on bothering with Grace’s pleasure. She was here for mine and for my vengeance. But the thought of her screaming in ecstasy while wrapped around my cock made me so damn hard it hurt. I changed my angle until her blissful shout confirmed I had found her sweet spot. I felt her nails trying to dig into my back through my shirt.

“Anton!” she cried out. “Yes! Yes!”

I wasn’t good enough for you, yet how you scream my name now.

Her shouts sent a blistering bolt of lust straight to my balls that were already drawing up. Grinding my teeth, I slipped my hand between us and rubbed her clit while slamming my dick into her sweet spot. At last, her body seized. She stared at me, her mouth stretched in a silent ‘O’ while her inner walls clamped down on my cock. I exploded with a roar, my seed shooting out in blissful spurts within her. Her head tilted back, and the air rushed out of her in a rapturous moan. I covered her neck and jawline with kisses while the involuntary contractions of her pussy choked the last drops of semen out of me.

I ached to pull her into my embrace and savor the warmth of post-coital intimacy. Instead, I pulled out of her and sat on my haunches while getting my breathing under control. I pretended not to see the hurt and confusion on her face – gentle cuddling wasn’t in the nature of our relationship. The sex had been mind-blowing though, even better than the blowjob.

Grace’s passionate response was an unexpected treat I wouldn’t mind indulging in a while longer. The Braxian delegation wasn’t due for another week. Maybe I should revise my plans for the next few days. Revenge, after all, was a patient beast. A few more days to enjoy the clueless beauty would make no difference to the retribution that awaited her.

After tucking myself back in my pants, I got up and walked over to an unassuming little box on my desk.

“Stay as you are,” I said when she started to sit up.

Dana delivered the box this morning. I picked it up while casting a fiendish smile at Grace. She eyed me warily as I grabbed a towel from the mini bar on my way back to her. Kneeling between her thighs, I opened the box. When I reached for its content, she instinctively tried to close her legs. My warning gaze stopped her.

“Put your feet flat on the floor and spread wide,” I said with a stern voice.

Grace licked her lips, her throat working, but complied. She was a delightful sight fully naked but for the pumps on her feet. Too bad the heels weren’t higher. Using the towel, I wiped some of our mixed essences leaking from her. I took the Kegel beads from the box and rubbed them gently on her wet pussy. Once they were fully coated with her juices, I slowly pushed them inside her, grazing her clit with my thumb at the same time. She shuddered prettily then remained still while I cleaned her. I wiped my hands with the towel then helped her up. Her face was flushed and her lips swollen.

I crushed the desire to take her again.

“Brace yourself, sweetheart,” I said as sole warning.

The beads vibrated inside her, activated by the remote in my hand. Grace cried out and clung to me, trembling with pleasure. My arm wrapped tightly around her for support. Unable to resist the call of her milky skin, I covered her neck with soft kisses. Meanwhile, I adjusted the setting of the beads until Grace’s moans dwindled to a light panting.

Once confident she was steady on her legs again, I released her. “Get dressed and wait for me by the lift in five minutes. I’m taking you out for dinner.”

She gaped at me and placed a hand below her navel. “With this thing?”

I smirked. “Yes. Let’s see how much control you have.”

Grace swallowed but nodded. Cupping her face in my hands, I gave her a hard kiss. “I’m going to enjoy owning you, Grace.”

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