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"Please," I said.
"Beg me," he answered. "Beg me for it."
"Please, let me come. Please!"
He spanked me again, lighter this time, but the swell of my ass was so sensitive by now that I still jerked and spasmed, unable to stop myself. The nub of my clit pulsed, and he flattened his palm and began to spank my pussy, lightly, quickly, deftly tapping against my slick lips until my whole body curled and coiled inward.
I exploded.
My orgasm came upon me like a ton of dynamite, my clit and pussy suddenly contracting so hard I saw stars. My body curled over his legs, and against my side I felt the grinding hardness of his erection. Tap tap tap went his hand, and I shrieked, every nerve alive and alight with pleasure as I came.
He didn't let me recover. Instead, as my pussy still quivered and clenched, he curled a hand around the cleft of my ass, pushing his fingers into my slick channel, rough but oh, so delicious. I pushed back into his hand, mindless and needy, and then he was lifting me as easily as if I were a rag doll, standing me up in front of his chair, my back to him.
I quivered and jerked with each wave of my orgasm as he reached down, sliding his hands over the sensitive insides of my thighs.
"You will ride me," he said, and his words aroused me even further. A gaping emptiness between my legs told me I needed his cock inside me, and I was pathetically grateful he was going to give it to me. He was going to fuck me, and I couldn't have been happier.
Somewhere far away, I knew I was acting out of character, but I couldn't help it. I didn't want to help it. What had being uptight, in control Felicia ever gotten me? A string of shit boyfriends and shit relationships. What Anton and I had wasn't exactly traditional, but he made me come, and right now, that was enough. That was all I needed.
The soft sound of his zipper reached my ears, and then he was pulling me back by my hips. My heated flesh pimpled in the frigid air, but my pussy was as hot and wet as ever. I helped him lift me up and spread my thighs, until I was straddling his lap, so stretched out my hamstrings screamed for mercy. I paid them no attention. All I wanted was his cock, and then it was pushing into me, against the slick entrance of my pussy, and I wanted to cry with relief.
Then he pulled me down, slamming his hips into mine, and I cried out, no longer caring what I sounded like or who heard me. My parents were only a few floors up. If they looked out a back window, they'd see their daughter getting plowed by the man she'd bound herself to for their sakes. They'd sold me. I had no power. And that let me give myself over to Anton.
His arms
snaked around me, warm and hard, like hot iron bands, and his rough fingers found first my breast and then my clit. With a hard, insistent rhythm, he stroked my clit, pinched and kneaded my breast, and I squirmed, my body quivering around the cock buried inside me. I wanted to make him come.
With superhuman effort, I reached back and looped an arm around his neck, gripping the back of the heavy iron chair. Using him as my anchor, I lifted my hips, letting his cock slide out of me, almost to complete retreat, then allowed my legs relax. Gravity pulled me back down, and he filled me again, almost painfully. I moaned with each thrust, and his magical fingers stroked and circled my clit. I felt his chest rumble—a grunt, a groan—and his fingers picked up the pace.
"Come for me," he commanded, but his voice was strained, fraying at the edges, and I knew he was losing it.
I knew I shouldn't do it. I knew he would only take control back harder and more ruthlessly than before. And yet I couldn't help myself.
"Make me," I said.
And then he wrapped his arms around me and held me fast as he thrust upwards, again and again, filling me up to bursting, and I shrieked into the cold night air, the lights of the city blurring around me. I couldn't tell if it was pain or pleasure he was making me feel, but I wanted it. I wanted all of it.
"Fuck!" I cried. "Fuck me!"
He made a strangled cry behind me, and pistoned into me harder, his fingers on my clit clumsy and fumbling, but they were enough. They were enough.
"Anton!"
His name left my lips, and I came again, and this time he followed me, his hips jerking and pausing in their frantic pounding, and then I felt his thick, hot cum pumping into me, filling me up.
I was his.
*
My defiance cost me.
He took me up to his room, and the rest of the night he fucked me, hard and long. Each time I drifted into sleep I was awoken again by his hands on me, twisting the sheets around my arms. Face down, ass up, he fucked me, seeming not to care if I came or not, but of course I did. It was impossible for me not to, not with him possessing me, utterly and completely. My muscles ached, my pussy burned, but each time he emptied his seed into me I came, milking him dry.
At last the skylight above us lightened, and he slept.
Exhausted, I stared at the sun streaking over the sky. A cold morning dawning. I hadn't slept but in snatches between fuck sessions. Anton loved to tie me up, and I knew there was more to his lust than I had seen because just tying me up didn't seem to satisfy him. There was more he wanted to do, and though it scared me to think of, I was also intensely curious. What new depravities did he want to unleash?
And just how could I tell him I wanted them?
