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“Remember your safe words?” I steal a quick glance at him, feeling the weight of his gaze on the top of my shoulder. With his shallow breathing and wild appearance, he looks like a madman.
“I do.”
Another smack hits my arse immediately after the words leave my lips. Fuck, that one was harder.
“I’m going to do seven this time. You’ve already received three.”
As the spanking continues, I feel my wetness spreading down my thigh, making me gasp with pleasure. My moans fill the room, and I barely recognise the sound of my own voice.
“Does my good slut like that? Does she enjoy being spanked? Fuuck. If only you could see how red your arse is and the marks on it. I’m sure I could make you come just with my hand slapping your flesh. But that will be for another time.”
After the last strike, I’m breathless. It’s as if I’m watching someone else control my body, like a marionette on strings. I’m floating. The sensation of his finger sliding inside of me makes me squirm, my body responding eagerly.
“Oh, aye. You like that.” The sound of his belt and trousers hitting the floor echoes through the room as he leans in to whisper in my ear. “I’m so fucking hard for you. My cock is ready to jump out of my briefs. It’s painful. It’s going to be hard and fast.” I moan at his words.
“Fuck me already.”
I see him smirking over my shoulder.
He doesn’t wait before plunging inside of me in one deep thrust, making me scream.
“Always so fucking tight.” His rough grip on my hair sends shivers down my spine and a rush of desire courses through my body. “No one else is here to hear your screams. Let me hear them.”
His thrusts become faster and harder as his hips slam against me. With every push, my moans grow louder and more explicit, and he responds with a groan of approval. I can feel his hardness against my inner walls, and it drives me wild.
He grabs my hands and pins them behind my back with one hand. I can’t move. My breathing becomes shallow as he continues to fill me up with his hard thrusts.
He starts to move inside of me, each thrust harder than the last. I throw my head back as pleasure radiates through every inch of my body. His thrusts become faster and more intense, and I can feel my orgasm building deep within me. His hand slides down my body, his fingers tracing circles around my nipples.
“Aidan,” I beg. Without any other words, he pinches and twists them, which takes me higher and higher.
“Fucking hell. I can feel you clenching around me. Which one needs release? My good girl or my good slut?”
His words reverberate through my body, making me clench more. “B-both.”
“That’s right.” He thrusts harder with each word. “You’re mine.” Thrust. “Mine to fuck.” Thrust. “Mine to please.” Thrust. “Mine to do whatever I fucking want with.”
I’m ready to combust. My body is on fire.
His other hand curls around my throat, tightening his grip. I can feel every inch of him inside me now, and I’m on the brink of an orgasm.
“Seeing you like this, under my control, my marks on you, and my hand around your throat turns me on more than anything else ever has.”
He kisses me. It’s rough and passionate, igniting a flame within me that I can't resist.
“Are you ready to come?” His thrusts are laboured now, and I can feel sweat dripping down my spine. His grip tightens around my throat, and he slaps and then twists my nipple before growling in my ears. “Come on my cock. I want to feel your leaking pussy dripping all over me.”
That’s all I needed to hear as I cry out in pleasure, my orgasm hitting me full force, shuddering beneath him. I fall against him, completely spent, my legs shaking.
“I’m not done with you yet.” Depriving me of his warmth, I see him move to grab the chair from the middle of the room. What is he doing? He grabs something on the table and comes back to me. Is that a knife?
He pivots me so I’m facing him, my eyes still glued to the knife in his hand.
“What are you doing?” I ask, my mind racing about what he’s going to do with it.
He leans closer to me, putting the knife into my hand. Without a word, he lifts my legs so my arse is partially on the table and positions himself at my entrance.
“I told you, you were mine,” he says, sliding into me without any hesitation. My breath catches in my throat, “But I’m as much yours as you’re mine,” he rips his T-shirt apart and looks at me through his mask. “Mark me.”
