Page 32 of Anorthic Anarchy

I don’t, really. I’m not even sure what happened. But I’m so dazed, I nod.

His soft lips caress mine and instead of some aching hatred for what he’s done, I feel confused. Almost comforted in the action. He presses his firm body against me, and I shirk in fear from the large rod sticking straight out from his body. It slots between my throbbing pussy lips as he leans into my ear. “Was that your first orgasm, angel?”

“I-is that what that was?”

A breathy chuckle escapes him, and his lips lift almost into a sly smile. My belly tightens. He’s terrifyingly handsome.

“Do what you did to my face on my cock. Ride it.”

Shifting my pelvis a little, I wiggle, and that strange pulsing feeling returns with every heartbeat. Can I really have another orgasm? That same high I just experienced? Because I want to live in that feeling forever.

The master slides back and forth through my slickness, and part of me worries he’ll force himself into my sore hole again, but he doesn’t. One of his hands grabs the back of my neck while the other breezes over one of my breasts. My chest involuntarily rises to meet his touch.

His eyes follow the movement and, as if seeing my nipples for the first time, his fingers grip it and twist until I cry out. The sensation sparks flames toward my center and my hips dance faster along his length.

“Good girl. You’ll learn to love my cock and worship it properly.”

He makes his way down my ribs until his tongue swirls the peaked bud on my tit. Another sharp pain surges through me as his teeth clamp down on it. When he’s like this, he’s a different person from the man at the altar. The one who told me about the people coming for me. He’s got complete control of me. “M-master…”

Instead of fearing his tip pushing inside me, now it’s all I want. My core feels empty and depleted, needing to be filled whole.

Raising up, he presses his lips against my neck and whispers, “Yes, angel?”

“Please, master.” I beg for something I don’t have a name for.

Grinding against the sensitive flesh of my earlobe, his deep tenor vibrates my eardrum as he asks, “Please, what?”

“Please, make me orgasm again. I-I need it.”

His hips dip until the fat head of his dick presses against me and my leg muscles tighten with anticipation. “Say you want meinside you. That you need me to fuck you, little girl. Tell me to fuck you and fuck you hard.”

I pull my neck back from him as much as I can and let my eyes meet his intense ones. “F-fuck me hard, master. I need you to fuck me.”

The thick crown of him breaches my interior, but not enough. It’s just inside my entrance, and I growl with frustration through gritted teeth. Holding there, another chuckle rumbles from his chest. “You’ll obey me, huh? You’ll be a good girl and do just as I say? Look at me, angel.”

His fingers grip my hair, so we stare at each other again. “Tell me you’ll be obedient and compliant.”

Biting my lower lip, I swallow and consider not saying anything, but as he draws his hips back and away from me, I whimper. “Yes, yes! I’ll obey you, master.”

The breath is forced from my lungs as he plunges in deeply, and I suck in air as he slides out and does it again. A scream of pleasure and pain rips up my throat as he continues to read my face like a curious observer. He’s studying me. My reactions. He’s controlling my pleasure.

My fingers grasp at the air for something to hold on to and I wish I weren’t hung on this cross so I could feel him. That thought makes me sick to my stomach and also forces the rising passion in my core to the surface. It’s unavoidable. But I think this is part of his game.

He gets his fill of me…but I can’t touch him.

With two fingers, he pinches my chin and tilts his head as his eyes stare at my lips. “Your young pussy is too tight for me. We’ll need to stretch it.”

His thumb wanders up to my lips. “Open,” he commands, and I do. “Suck.” I take it between my lips and massage it with my tongue. As he follows the act, his hips work within me faster. “Good little girl. So obedient. You want to come?”

Nodding, I whimper around his thick digit. There’s some soothing comfort in having it in my mouth, and as his other hand grips my waist, a burning fire lights up inside me until I want him to touch me everywhere all at once. Swiveling my hips, I work him deeper inside where I need him most and pull his thumb into my mouth harder. “Such a good girl for sucking my thumb… It’s good training for my dick later.”

And as I detonate, all I can picture is his thickness replacing it and wanting it to. To taste him and feel him inside me just as he fills my pussy now.

My jaw drops open with a guttural scream as pleasure invades every nerve ending in my body. This time, everything within me shudders with elation, a much more intense sensation dominating every muscle I own. As if it doesn’t want to let him go, my pussy clenches down as his firm manhood drives deep within me.

His eyes lower as I try to maintain my gaze on him, and with another few thrusts, a heated liquid makes me expand further than I thought I could go. The crinkles in his forehead deepen as he grunts with his eruption. My inner muscles caress him while his girth pulses within me. Sweat seeps from my forehead with the sensual spell he just cast over me. Air rips from my lungs in halting huffs. Every cell in my brain is intoxicated with euphoria. I blink my way back to reality.

And we stare at each other.

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