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“Please don’t,” he mimicked in a high voice. “Be a good girl, Sparkles. Let it all work. You’ll be coming like a banshee three minutes from now.”
I shook my head as he crossed behind me and yanked up my hips to get at my pussy. He pinched the fold of skin protecting my clit, tugged it back and applied the wooden torture device to my sensitized flesh. The pain was immediate and unbearable. I tried to jiggle it off, bouncing on my toes, but it held on tight.
“I can’t. I can’t!”
He came around to look at my face, his eyes hazy with perverse satisfaction. I stared at this man, so beautiful, so deviant, with his gaze fixed on mine. I blinked and cried, and gritted my teeth as my pussy tingled and ached. I wanted him inside me more than anything in the world. Ineededhim inside me. I needed him to finish this, to take me wherever it was he could take me. Our eyes held, then he let out a soft breath.
“You can come whenever you like now,” he said, “but only while my cock’s in your ass.”
After those words, he stepped behind me and positioned his cock against my asshole again. This time he slid steadily in, not leaving time for me to accustom myself to the invasion, but my body had knowledge it hadn’t had before, knowledge about relaxing and floating along with the stretch and ache. It felt as tight and scary as before, but now I wanted it because it felt right. It felt right to be fucked there. It felt right to be hurt.
After a couple minutes of steady, firm thrusting, I found myself pressing my ass back against his cock rather than trying to shrink from it. I found my legs bracing rather than trembling, and my fingers spread wide in pleasure rather than clenched in a fist. The clip on my clit still hurt like hell—he jogged it with his balls each time he buried himself inside me—but it was a hurt that made my body soar.
I felt stretched in every way, stretched over the bench, stretched around his cock, stretched in my arms and legs as I tried to withstand his assault. My scalp smarted where he’d pulled my hair, and my pussy was still on fire, but an orgasm started to build inside me, firmly centered around his cock.
Each inch inside made my pleasure flare, and each pang as he withdrew fanned the need higher. I felt things happening all over my body, but what I felt the most, and what finally tipped me into climax, was his hard, thick cock deep inside me, taking me where no one else had ever gone. Taking me without care, as if it was his right, his Dominant prerogative. No gentleness, no allowance for my needs or sensibilities. It drove me wild with perverse sexual energy.
And then everything let go.
I’d been crying for what seemed like an hour, yet I cried some more through the intense orgasm as it spread through my ass and pelvis, and up to my sore nipples and breasts. The orgasm I had in our last session had been my strongest to date, yet this one put it to shame. I flailed over the bench, squeezing my ass around his cock as the waves overtook me, zinging sensation screaming along every nerve and vein.
He’d told me I could only come with his cock in my ass, but as I lay there shuddering I thought to myself,how did I ever come any other way?
And that scared me. I dropped my head between my arms, going limp as he rode my ass a couple more minutes and banged a growling climax against my tic-tac-toe emblazoned cheeks. As my orgasm’s pleasure ebbed away, the clip on my clit hurt more than ever, but the burn in my pussy had finally calmed down. I must have washed all his evil, stinging oil away with my pussy juices when I came.
After he pulled away, he gave the clit clip one last, ruthless flick before removing it. I let out a sigh I hadn’t realized I was holding. When he reached to undo my arms, I looked up at him, anguished. “Not yet,” I said. “Please. I can’t. Not yet.” I only meant that I was still stuck in our scene, that I didn’t feel safe enough to be released yet. His expression darkened with concern.
“Are you okay?” He wiped my tearful eyes. “Too much? Too far?”
“No.” My tears increased, not dungeon-sex tears, but confused, overemotional tears. “It wasn’t too much. I loved it.” I tried to pull myself together, but I couldn’t. “I loved what we just did,” I said in a higher voice. “What does that mean?”
“It means you shouldn’t be upset, because I enjoyed it too.” His voice was kinder now, the way it hadn’t been before. He ran a hand up and down my back, steady, warm pressure. “Let me know when you’re ready for me to let you go.”
He meant the physical bonds, but I was thinking of emotional bonds. They were forming despite my best efforts, and I couldn’t seem to keep them in check. He waited ten minutes for me, stroking his hand along my spine and between my shoulders until I calmed and came back to wherever I’d been before I left. He took me to the guest room shower and stayed with me this time, cleaning me up when I was too spooked to touch my skin.
“I left a few marks,” he said, turning me around to inspect my ass. “Good ones. But nowhere they’ll show.”
I wasn’t even sure I cared about that. What if the world saw the marks?
But I couldn’t let them show. People would judge. My work associates and friends, and Goodluck…
“I think you should stay here tonight,” he said as we dried off after our shower. “In fact, you’d better stay in my room. You might need me, or I might want to fuck you again in the middle of the night.”
I couldn’t imagine more sex with Fort. At the same time, I couldn’t imagine not having more sex with Fort, night and day, 24/7. I was still somewhat dazed, so I agreed to sleep in his bed. I didn’t even put my clothes back on.
It didn’t seem right to have any barriers between us after what had just gone on.
Chapter Seventeen: Fort
Beautiful, exhausted Jewels.I snuck from under the covers after she fell asleep, and drifted around my house for a while, pacing off nervous energy. Was it a mistake to let her sleep over, in my bed, no less? I felt I didn’t have a choice. She’d bought in to my perversions so bravely, accepting all the shit I did to her. Not just accepting it, but letting herself like it. I loved watching her come.
But I also loved watching her cry.
She wasn’t like the women who frequented The Gallery, who drenched themselves in tears as they chased their own perverted fantasies. Juliet cried from real pain, and persisted through that pain to her pleasure on the other side, and I never would have known she had that ability if I hadn’t kept coming back to her. Maybe that was why I kept coming back, why things had progressed so quickly once I gave in to my urges. She was sleeping in my fucking bed. What the hell?
I went into the dungeon to put everything away and collect her clothes. Had I done too much to her too fast? I’d been careful. She’d complained that her ass hurt when she slid beneath my sheets, but I knew I hadn’t done any lasting damage to her body when I’d de-virginized her asshole.
I walked down the hall and spread her clothes out on my guest bed. Without thinking, I laid them on the side where I’d handcuffed her the night we met.
