Page 44 of Trapping His Darling

She sobbed quietly into the covers. “A painful one.”

“Then tell me, Tiffany. Where does this cock need to go?”

Mymilyyreplied so quietly, I almost didn’t hear her.

“I’m sorry? Where do you want me to put it? Speak up.”

“In my ass,” she wailed pitifully.

I kneaded her ass cheeks, rubbing away the sting with product, which caused her to moan and groan from the painful pleasure. I then slipped my cream-coated fingers into her crack. Her little rosette was still a bit swollen from the day prior.

“Softly?”

“No,” she hiccuped. “Hard. Rough.”

I lubricated her asshole, and my shaft, before pressing my rigid cock to the entrance. I pinned her into the mattress with a hand on the back of her neck. I wrapped my arm around her torso, which allowed my free hand to cup a breast and tease the nipple.

With slow and steady pressure, I penetrated her ass as she tensed beneath me. “Breathe,” I ordered. “Relax.”

She did her best to obey, and I flexed my hips.

Her scream was buried in the sheets as her tight ass pulsated around my cock.

“What a good little whore you are for me,milyy,”I groaned, allowing her only a second to adjust before thrusting again, to make sure I was in as far as I could go. “You make me feel like a teenager, with me wanting to spill my seed in two pumps.”

“Please,” she begged.

I smiled. I knew I was hurting her, but this was going to last way longer than two pumps.

Another moan escaped Tiffany as I rolled her nipple between my fingers. My mouth found her neck, as I bit and sucked on her tender flesh, relishing in the taste. I began fucking her. When I increased speed and power, I moved my hand to her clit, rubbing the swollen nub.

“Oh, Viktor,” she cried as I took her ass so hard. “Fuck!”

“I want your cum, and I want your tears,” I confessed.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted.

I wondered if I was permanently damaging her with my brutality. Regardless, I was sure that this was what she wanted, what sheneeded. I could relate better than anyone. There was something cathartic about losing yourself in the pain. If you didn’t fight it, if you took it freely, you could transform it. Pride. Arrogance. Pleasure. Power.

Maybe she and I were like this because we took lives effortlessly, torturing men without guilt, before sending the victims to meet their maker. Maybe this was our way of balancing out the universe. No one is spared. We suffered too.

And again, I was reminded that I could never lose her. And though I had made her pledge her undying loyalty to me, I had to hear it again. Fuck, I might need to hear it every time we fucked. And it was good to remind Tiffany of her place.

“You. Are. Mine,” I growled in her ear. “Say it.”

She pushed back against me, panting hard. “I… I…”

“Fucking say it!” I demanded, releasing her neck to snatch her head back by the hair at her nape. I then forced myself so deep inside of her ass that I bottomed out.

“I-I’m yours,” she screamed, her voice shrill with agony.

The words didn’t soothe the beast inside of me. Images of Tiffany swollen with my child filled my head, and I couldn’t help the words that spewed forth from my mouth as I resumed fucking her, punctuating each point with a hard thrust.

“Next time we do this,”thrust“I’m going to take your pussy deep,”thrust“and fill your womb with my seed.”thrust“I’m going to breed you, Tiffany.”thrust“We’re getting married today,”thrust“and I will own you forever.”thrust“You will never be able to get away from me.”

Mymilyywas wailing now, hysterically sobbing, releasing all the fear and grief she carried. I was honored to witness it, to be a part of it, to be the power in her life that could bring her to hell and heaven in one trip.

But this trip was not free.

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