Page 65 of Violent Delights

This climax turns into the longest I’ve ever had. I’m moaning through my euphoric high, when I can feel his fingers venture somewhere else. I groan loudly when he reaches fort he jewel plug, pulling it out while he continues to fuck me. He puts it aside and massages my tight hole, carefully stretching me with his thumb, while he continues to fuck my pussy.

“This is next,” he lets me know, his voice drowned out by the noise of the vibrator. “I’m going to stretch your ass today, my pet.”

I gasp, instantly tensing up, because I’ve never done that before. I’ve never had a cock buried inside my ass, let alone someone of his size. Then again, I asked for pain, didn’t I?

I groan in disappointment when he pulls his cock out of my pussy, leaving me empty and in frantic need for more, seeking balance for the toy playing havoc on my overly sensitive clit. Even after coming twice within such a short time, I still don’t feel the relaxed satisfaction that usually follows peaking like this.

His tip teases the entrance of my hole, begging the question how on Earth he’s supposed to fit in there. I shriek in agony when he forces himself inside, spreading my tight pucker with his massive girth, moving forward inch by painful inch, the burning sensation intensifying as he breaches the tight ring of muscles.

“Relax, my pet,” I hear him say. “You’re only making this harder on yourself.”

And just as he finishes his sentence, I reach the tipping point between pain and pleasure. His invasion no longer hurts as badly as it did in the beginning. Instead, I’m flushed with a new kind of agitation, my skin glowing with heat and my heart racing, as I pant through the process of accommodating his massive size inside my ass.

“That’s a good girl,” he says behind me, only fueling my arousal with his praise.

He starts fucking me, slowly at first, my ached shrieks accompanying every thrusting motion, before I start egging him on. I squirm beneath him, moving my hips as much as I can, inviting him to move faster, harder, rougher.

“More,” I find myself begging. “Harder. Faster.”

It’s easier to ask for such things when I don’t have his face in front of me, but I still feel the heat of embarrassment as I verbalize my wishes.

“What a good, slutty pet,” he comments, grabbing me firmly by the hip and driving himself into me with a savage force I would have thought impossible a few moments ago. This feels different than before. It triggers different parts of my body, even shifting the tormenting tease of the vibrations a little as he stretches my insides with his length.

“I’ll join you this time,” he announces. “I’ll fill that tight ass of yours with my cum.”

His naughty words send me over the edge.

“Three!” I howl in a long drawn out exclamation as the most violent exaltation floods my body. I can feel him throbbing as he dumps his release deep inside me, keeping his promise from before. His hands crawl into the skin of my ass, adding the sweet spice of pain to my orgasm.

I feel exhausted and over-stimulated when he pulls himself out of me, spreading my cheeks so he can watch his cum dripping out of my center and down the inside of my thigh while I coil under the ongoing vibrations of the toy.

This is so filthy and twisted. He’s bathing in pleasure at the sight of me, rubbing his still hard cock as he comes back to stand in front of me. I moan with anguished bliss when he pulls my head back, forcing me to look up to him while he rubs his dick. Somewhere along the way, he got rid of his suit completely, and he’s now standing before me with nothing but the dark tattoos covering his sublime body.

“Three for you, one for me,” he says, fixating me with his dark gaze. “But you’re not done, are you my slutty little pet?”

I shake my head as best I can, trying to swallow the shame of allowing my tongue to stick out as I yearn for his cock.

“I want to watch you come one more time for me,” he says. “Come for me, while my cum is dripping out of your perfect ass.”

I blush at his words, shifting my hips a little, so the vibrator hits another spot on my sore clit. I feel so used, adrift and defenseless against facing my own cravings, the same cravings I’ve been forbidden to fulfill for so long.

The way he looks at me now is exactly what I have been wishing for. There’s a certain smugness to it, based on the knowledge that he’s doing this for himself just as much as he is for me. He’s not appalled by who I am; on the contrary, he exposes those parts of me that even I was too afraid to face until now.

I fail to worry about the sound of my groan when I feel another release approaching. He can see it as soon as I feel it, observing my body’s reaction and the emotions painted across my face as I give in to my final climax.

“F-f-four,” I stutter helplessly, as my vision is blinded by painful pleasure. I pant and groan through the final fervor as my head begins to spin dizzily and I feel light-headed.

He tightens his grip around my hair, pulling my face up to his while he reaches another climax himself, unloading on my face this time.

This last peak is brutal and short for both of us, robbing me of my strength entirely. My muscles go completely limp as my head falls forward, and the vibrations turn into nothing but pure torment on my sore and swollen nub.

He lets go of my hair and hurries behind me, finally switching off the toy before unfastening the shackles binding my wrists and ankles. I’m too weak to get up by myself, but he doesn’t ask me to. He picks me up in his strong arms, breathing heavily himself, as he carries me over to the bedroom and carefully places me on the soft silk sheets before lying down beside me.

We lay in unison, both panting and smiling dreamily at each other. I never thought that any of this could be possible. Up until now, this was nothing but a dream, a dark fantasy that I never would believe could have a chance of coming true. And now it has.

With this man, who robbed me, and makes me feel like a princess. A twisted princess.

He caresses the heated skin on my cheek, shaking his head as if he can‘t believe it himself. I don’t dare speak because I’m afraid of breaking the loving and peaceful silence between us. But then he does it with a revelation that warms my heart even more.

“Joseph,” he breathes. “My name is Joseph.”

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