I pull my gaze away from him, facing the headboard in front of me. Again, I can feel the leather draping across my skin, this time drawing circles on my bruised ass. I mewl, even though the burn doesn't feel bad at all. It fuels my excitement, and I hollow my back, sticking out my ass to let him know that I'm ready. I can take this last one. I want it. I crave it.
Doubts hit me when the blow finally comes, sending an agonizing sting all the way up to my spine. I howl out in pain, and before I can find a moment to recover from the pain, I'm blindsided by his iron-hard cock stretching me as he shoves himself inside of me with one brute thrust. He groans in relish, digging his hand into my burning skin, as he rams himself inside of me. I knew he was big, I could barely get my hand around him. But this feels like so much more. He feels huge, and I'm no longer groaning because of the ache his spankings caused me, but because of the way he stretches me with his enormity. He's relentless, too. I can barely hold on to the headboard as he fucks me like a savage, ramming his length in and out of me in an animalistic assault.
I groan a complaint when he withdraws, turning around to him with an angry glare. But he leaves me no time to voice my dissatisfaction. I'm swung around on my back in no time, his hands pushing up my legs as he stretches my pussy anew, except now facing me. His face is different, almost scary. Dark lines mark his expression and his eyes, his eyes. There's a glare in them that I haven't seen before. A wild, furious, burning flame.
Each time he rams his length inside of me, it sends another wave of ache and pleasure through my core. It's still faint, but my climax is already within sight.
"Come!" he yells at me. "Touch yourself. Do whatever you need to do to come on my cock."
I reach between my legs, finding my swollen clit. Lightning strikes of sensation spark through my core when I start massaging myself. I'm so close, so aroused, after all this build-up.
But I can't come. I can't find my rhythm, and after a while I decide that my hand is only in the way. I retreat and move my hips upward, changing the angle in which he fucks me. He slows down, relishing each and every shove as he continues stretching me. Our eyes meet, and in the darkness of his, I see an idea, blazing with intention. He buries himself inside of me and stays there, his cock stretching my channel as his hand goes up to my neck. I gasp in shock when he closes it around my throat. His grip tightens, cutting off my breathing.
I stare up at him, void of air and filled with a moment of panic, while he continues fucking me, with his hand still wrapped around my throat. Instinct tells me to fight him, but when I reach up for his hand, he shakes his head.
"Don't!" he hisses. "Come. Now!"
I can't breathe, but he doesn't care. He continues to thrust himself in and out, sending waves of pleasure and pain through my core as I continue to fight for air.
Until I don't.
I'm beginning to feel dizzy, my arms helplessly resting at the side of my body, when I decide to give in. He told me not to fight it; maybe I should listen. Trust him. I give in to the vertigo and let it carry my entire being to another place. It feels like I'm floating on a cloud of bliss. That's when it hits me. My eyes widen and my mouth opens for a silent cry when I'm hit with the first waves of my orgasm. Pleasure takes over, removing every worry, fear, or pain, and numbing my senses to anything but ecstasy and delight.
My vision blurs and the last thing I hear is his groan as he joins me, careening over the edge and finding his release deep inside of me. I'm flying, wailing, finally breathing again, before my world darkens and sound and vision are nothing more than a memory.