Page 19 of Touchdowns and Tinsel

She struggles for a bit, trying to work around her restrained hands and feet. But to my surprise, she manages to get into position, her cheek pressing against the mattress.

I grab her hips and yank her towards the end of the bed where I'm standing, lining her dripping cunt up with my cock, ready to take what I've always fucking wanted.

"You're not allowed to make a fucking sound. Do you understand me?" I talk low in her ear, grabbing a handful of her hair and tugging it so her head jerks backward, my mouth beside her lobe.

"Yes, I won't," she says, and I already know it's a fucking lie even if she has no idea that it is yet.

"Yes, what?" I bite, tugging her lobe between my teeth, wanting to hear her submit to me.

"Yes sir?" She questions, as if she's not sure it's the answer I'm looking for.

"Sir will do, for now," I laugh, gliding my tongue along the shell of her ear before roughly releasing her and shoving her down.

Squeezing her hip with one hand, I push her down slightly, trying to place her at the perfect angle to allow my cock to slideinside her as deep as it'll go. I spit in my palm and slap it all over her pussy, soaking her even more. And then I drive my cock inside her without warning, in a single stroke that makes her entire body tense up beneath me, and a few rouge tears slip from her covered eyes.

With the windows open, a bitter chill blows in, cooling off the fire burning across my skin. Snowflakes come with it, peppering the cabin's floor with white specs that melt upon impact. But what catches my eye are the sharp, glistening icicles stuck to the overhang above the window.

As I'm fisting Noelle's hair and holding her hip, pounding into her tight, forbidden cunt and getting put under the same spell that my father was—the perfect pussy spell—an idea pops into my mind, and my heart races.

"Have you ever been fucked in the ass?" I ask her bluntly, hearing a slight gasp escape her throat, her hands still tightly bound, how I fucking want them.

"That's... private," she whispers, a blush covering the olive color on her cheeks.

All I do is fuck her harder, pulling her hair so tight that I jerk her head backward, her blindfolded eyes pointed toward the ceiling. With my other hand, I dig my fingers into her hip, slamming her ass back on my cock, her pussy juices dripping all over my balls and down the inside of her thighs.

"I think we're past the fucking private shit, especially when I'm balls deep in your cunt... and you have no idea who the fuck I am," I grunt through the whole sentence, her slick walls tightening around my cock, making me tremble. "So fucking tell me, whore, have you ever been fucked in this perfect fucking ass before?"

Letting go of her hip for just a second, I raise my arm and bring my open hand down across her ass, connecting with hersoft skin. She winces and hangs her head while slightly arching her back, her entire body stiffening.

"Fucking answer me, Dr. Saint, or I'll spank your ass again—harder next time," I warn, my tone threatening and demanding, and upon hearing it, I watch goosebumps scatter all over her back.

She's enjoying this, but she doesn't want to admit it.

She lifts her head, white-knuckling the blanket beneath her, as if it's some kind of anchor to keep her here... in the moment... with a stranger—to her anyway.

Grinning while still thrusting my hips and plunging my cock deep inside her, hitting deep in her guts each time, I raise my hand a second time, slapping it across her ass in the same exact spot, with absolutely no warning.

"Owww... fuck!" Her body tenses up, her ass cheek already a painful, throbbing shade of bright red.

She yelps, and it's like music to my fucking ears. I can hear the pain in her scream, and it makes me shudder, my thrusts becoming even more brutal than before. I want it to hurt—I want her to hurt... and I want to be the one to fucking hurt her.

"All you have to do is answer the fucking question, Noelle." My eyes again dart to the open cabin window, landing on the icicles hanging from the roof.

"Yes, Q... Goddammit," she whispers at first, then hisses out the last word as her skin begins to rise into welts from my slaps—I hope burning like a motherfucker.

"Yes what? Tell me about it, Little Freak." I lean against her, reaching my hand around the front of her body, gliding my fingers over her lips. I push two fingers into her mouth, roughly forcing my way between her lips, and I ease them all the way to the back of her throat, making her gag around them.

"There's nothing to tell. I was married, and just like every other couple, we... did a lot of different things," she mumbles around my fingers, her spit soaking them.

"So your husband fucked you in the ass. Did you like it?" I lose momentum for a moment, thinking about my father. I zone out, slowly pumping in and out of her as I withdraw my soaked fingers from her mouth, teasingly dragging them down her ass.

"It hurt the first few times, but I had gotten to the point where I could deal with it because yeah, it felt good, and I did like it," she admits, shocking me with how open she was.

I pick up speed, fucking her faster, and rubbing rough circles around her asshole, watching it tighten as her back arches from the sensation. And then, without any kind of warning, I slide two fingers into her tight hole, getting off on the whimper that slips from her throat.

The next few minutes, nothing is said. The only sounds in the room are of our sweaty skin colliding, a slapping sound echoing around us, and of Noelle’s pain-filled moans slowly turning pleasurable. I let go of her hair, giving her neck a break—sort of.

While my fingers fuck her tight ass and my cock tries to squeeze between her clenching pussy walls, I reach around the front of her again, tightly clasping my large hand around her throat, and pulling her to her knees with her back close to my chest. She shakes, all the muscles in her body tensing as I annihilate her, fucking both of her holes with absolutely no fucking mercy.

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