Page 37 of Queen of Vice

At the sound of his zipper going down, I froze. He edged closer behind me. "Your defiance is amusing, but I promise you, it will only cause you more harm than good."

I didn't respond, my mind and body trying to conjure some form of strength to endure.

The sensation of his fingers teasing me again caused my body to tense, anticipating the pain to come. "You're mine now. You're going to take all of me, and you're going to enjoy it. I can feel your body betraying you, wanting me."

I tried to deny it, but the truth was there, undeniable.He lifted my dress up and over my hips, then entered me forcefully. Without the numbing effects of alcohol, his cock felt even larger and more painful.

"It hurts," I managed to gasp out.

"I think it feels fucking amazing," he replied, pulling out and thrusting back in. "You'll get used to it."

He grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back so forcefully I feared he might rip it out. With each hard, punishing thrust, he showed no mercy as he fucked me. I hated I could feel myself growing slick around him, hiscock sliding in and out faster as my juices lubricated his every movement.

It was a vile and violent dance, my body betraying me with its involuntary responses, while my mind screamed for this end. Each time he pushed deeper, I felt like he was tearing me apart, both physically and emotionally.

"Don’t you like this, Anjinho?" his voice a mocking taunt.

I hated him for this. Hated myself even more as a low moan escaped my lips. I clenched my fists as the pain gradually gave way to pleasure. I shook my head, but the lie tasted bitter in my mouth. I could feel his muscles flexing and tension as he thrust deeper and deeper. The pain continued to mix with pleasure, creating a confusing, intense mix of sensations. I was losing control, being consumed by these overwhelming feelings, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

His grip on my throat tightened, and I could barely breathe. My vision began to blur,and I felt like I was slipping away, spiraling into a darkness that would swallow me whole.

In the haze of conflicting emotions, I could feel tears streaming down my cheeks. I closed my eyes, trying to escape the intensity of the situation, but it was no use. I could feel the waves building, an unstoppable force sweeping over me.

I struggled and lost to suppress whimpered moans. “That’s it,” he rasped, his lips brushing against my ear. "Let it all go. Don't fight it." His grip on my throat tightened, the other going to my hip so that he could fuck me harder, sending the table scraping against the concrete.

I desperately clawed at the glass surface of the tabletop. My vision swam with a cacophony of colors and sounds so overwhelming I could barely make sense of anything. The rough scraping of the table against the floor echoed my own ragged gasps, amplifying the scene and leaving me soaking wet and shamefully exposed.

"You’re almost there.” His voice was tinged with a husky edge.

As the words left his lips, his fingers loosened their tight grip on my throat and I gasped for air, the cool rush of oxygen a welcome relief. But just as quickly, his hand closed around my neck again, cutting off my supply and causing me to whimper in desperation. I could feel my heart racing in fear and exhilaration at the same time.

I desperately tried to gather my wits about me, but my mind was a whirlwind of emotion and sensations. With each thrust, he was taking something from me and giving something else in return – pain, pleasure, control, surrender. A voice was screaming to resist, but my head was spinning, and my body wasn’t getting the message. As he continued to dominate me, I felt the familiar signs of release.

In one swift motion, he pulled out of me completely.

His grip on my throat was still firm as he forced one of my legs up onto the table, my knee digging into the hard surface.

With a foreign curse, he thrust back into me with an unrelenting force. The new angle had his cock hitting a spot deep inside me that sent unending pleasure coursing through my entire body. I started coming, soaking his cock with my come and something gushing out of my pussy, drenching him, the table, and the floor beneath us. My legs trembled and an endless moan escaped me as I surrendered to the intensity of the orgasm.

“You feel so goddamn good,” he ground out, his hips pounding into me harder than before, relenting only occasionally to let my oxygen-starved lungs gasp for breath before cutting it off abruptly, only to have me whimper in desperation once more. My body was on fire, each and every nerve ending alight. I could feel another climax building, a crescendo of sensations that threatened toconsume me whole. I wanted to resist, to cling to the last shreds of sanity, but it was futile.

I was lost to him, my body responding to his every command. Before I could even realize it, I was coming again, a tidal wave of ecstasy crashing over me as he continued to fuck me mercilessly. My body convulsed, gasping for air as he held me down, never missing a beat as he took me to the edge of madness and back again. He felt it too the shuddering of my body beneath him, the tightening of my muscles around his cock. He released my hip and slid his hand around to my clit his fingers expertly working it in sync with his thrusts.

“Please come,” I pleaded, needing him to finish.

“You want me to come inside you?”

I nodded, unable to speak through my haze of pleasure and desire. "Yes," I managed to gasp out.

“Beg for it.”

The demand was delivered with a detachment that was at odds with what he was doing to me, laced with a twisted kind of pleasure.

Fresh tears filled my eyes as I began to beg, stammering over moans and trying to breathe.

"P-please," I breathed, my voice breaking as I felt the edge of another impending orgasm building within me. "Please, please.”

“That’s it,” he praised, his voice a deep rumble that reverberated through me. “Say it again."

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