Page 13 of Prelude to Madness

He rolled onto his back, taking me with him so I straddled his thighs. My cock nestled next to his, both of us erect.

He was bigger than me, but not by much, and I knew exactly what I wanted him to do with it.

I lifted myself and reached behind me, intent on readying myself for him.

“You don’t need to do that. You can take me, angel. Spread your cheeks for me.”

I did as he asked, pulling my buttocks wide and sank down, inch by inch, as he stretched me, filling me.

“Oh, yeah, angel. Just like that. I want to fuck you so hard. Fuck you until you can’t walk straight.”

He set a punishing pace, fucking me until my eyes rolled to the back of my head, and I saw stars. Big fucking fireworks went on in my head as he bruised my insides, catching my prostate with every thrust.

Moments later, I was on my front with no clue how I’d got there.

Despite me not taking the pill, I’d lost time again.

My legs were stretched wide to the sides, tied by my ankles to the bed. I couldn’t move. My arms were out in front, handcuffed once again to the headboard.

I was blindfolded and completely on display.

Big, calloused hands ran along my thighs, then spread my arse cheeks even wider. A gob of saliva landed on my hole, and a thick thumb entered me, followed by another. I gasped at the intrusion, not used to this kind of sex.

“Look at you. So ready for me, but first, we’re going to play.”

He moved away, and I heard a drawer open. I could only imagine what he was doing.

Cold lube dripped down my arse, and I jerked, the ropes cutting into my skin.

“Are you ready for this, angel?”

Was I? I didn’t know what to expect but wasn’t surprised when a fat dildo was inserted.

Jesus fucking Christ.

I’d never felt so violated, but I knew struggling wouldn’t do any good. Despite my discomfort, my cock grew, friction building as it rubbed against the bedsheets.

“I know you’re enjoying it, angel.”

I told myself I wasn’t, but as he forced the dildo deeper, I couldn’t stop my whimper. Stretched farther than I ever imagined possible, he continued pushing until I thought he’d split me wide.

He picked up the pace. It was painful, but I was so fucking turned on. And when he struck me with the leather crop he carried with him every day, I yelled.

“Oh, god. Fuck me harder.” Lust filled my every thought until I couldn’t imagine living without this.

He thrust deeper and deeper, continuing to whip me with the crop. The pleasure, the sting, and the pain were all too much.

“Stop, please. I can’t take it anymore.”

“Yes, you can, angel. You’re such a good slut for me. A little longer.”

Tears ran from my eyes as I silently begged for him to stop, but my traitorous dick had other ideas, and I shot my load, wetting my stomach and the sheets beneath me.

“There, angel. Tell me it wasn’t good for you.” He stopped fucking me and removed the dildo, all the time caressing my back, running his hand down my spine, easing my discomfort. My arse clenched, my hole closing slowly.

“Now it’s my turn, angel, and I know you can come again for me.” He stopped stroking and guided his dick to my entrance, forcing me open again. At least this time it didn’t hurt as much. I was primed and ready.

“I…I…” Words eluded me. I wanted to tell him I didn’t want it, I’d hated every moment, but deep down, I’d revelled in the pain, enjoying every moment.

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