Page 40 of Tamed for Her Pleasure

Crack!

The belt drops with a clatter against the floor, and he stuffs his three fingers inside me.

It is not entirely pleasurable, but I still arch up and cry out. He thrusts his fingers in and out wetly, making the most filthy, debauched sounds. His other hand is on my breast again, his fingers rolling my nipple roughly.

“Come, little mate. Come all over my fingers like the good girl you are.”

I squeal out as my pussy clamps tightly over his fingers in sweet rhythmic waves. He thrusts his fingers in and out roughly. When I start twitching because it becomes oversensitive, he brings his thrusting to a stop. His fingers slide out to pet my bottom, wet and sticky, pinching it. It’s all I can do to breathe—lying limp over his muscular thighs and not knowing who I am.

“There. That’s my good girl,” he says. “I’m so pleased with you.” He gently turns me over and sits me on his lap to face the mirror. Taking my chin in his hand, he turns me towards it. “Look at yourself. Look at my beautiful mate.”

I am reluctant to look and unexpectedly shy, but he is holding my chin, and I feel compelled to obey him. And so I do.

I am so tiny before him, like a little doll on his lap. My beautiful dress is torn at the bodice. My breasts are full, swollen, and exposed, my nipples hard and red. My skirt is shucked up, and with my legs spread wide over his, I can see a distinct glisten on the tops of my thighs.

He cups both my breasts, toying with them.

I am caught up in it now, watching the huge alpha put his big hands on me, pinching my nipples and squeezing my breasts together. My jaw hangs slack, and I pant with need, watching the huge, dominant, handsome male.

His lips find the side of my throat, and he nips against my flesh over a mark he already put there.

I shiver, lost in the vision of the stranger with the flushed face and bright eyes as she lets the barbarian fondle her however he might choose.

“Please,” I say. “Please, I need your cock.”

“As my princess commands,” he says. His hands lower, fumbling between us, and then he lifts up enough to shove his pants down to his knees. His cock springs free. I am joggled about again as he kicks his pants down his legs and away.

Now he is naked beneath me, and I am still in my ruined gown, sitting on his lap facing the mirror. This time, his hard cock is nestling between the lips of my pussy. He is huge all over, but especially there. His cock points straight up, hard, flushed, the tip glistening with pre-cum.

How can that possibly fit inside me?

I rock against his hot, firm flesh, moaning as it slides against my sensitive clit. “Oh, that feels good.”

He brushes my hair over my shoulder to give himself better access and nips at the side of my throat again. “Put it where you need it, princess.”

I wrap my fingers around his cock, and with one hand braced against his knee, I lift myself a little. Only he is huge, and a sob of frustration escapes me as I shake, trying to get him where I need.

His hands lower to my waist, and he lifts me up. I push his cock back, and it snags my entrance.

“Brace yourself,” he says. “I am going to let go.”

I am wet and slick. He is, too. But I am also not ready, and when he releases me, I sink nearly half the way down.

I cry out. I am sore inside, and yet it feels unbearably good.

“Ride me,” he commands. “Use me. Take your pleasure on my cock. I am yours. Your servant, princess. Do with me as you will.”

His words are a taunt, but also a dare: one that fills me with a sense of power.

I stare back at the princess in the mirror, with her torn dress and her legs spread wide around the dominant male. Her mate’s cock is lodged in her pussy, stretching her open in the most obscene of ways.

That princess is me.

My legs tremble, as do my arms, but I am determined to have my reward and slowly lower myself onto him, filling myself, taking him all the way to the knot.

We both groan. His eyes are hooded as he watches what I do. One big hand cups my breast, pinching the nipple. The other slides around the front, his fingertips sliding back and forth over my sensitive clit. I jerk.

“Ride me,” he repeats, sliding both hands up to cup my breasts.

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