Page 46 of Nowhere to Run

“Yes Sir,” I croaked, barely able to force the words out.

I trembled as I positioned myself over him, my body shaking with a mix of dread and raw anticipation. There was no getting out of this. My hands trembled as I grasped the base of his cock, hesitant, almost unwilling, as I guided it toward my tightest entrance. I paused, looking at him, searching his eyes for confirmation.

“That’s it,” he cooed, his voice dripping with approval. “Lower yourself down.”

A gasp tore from my lips as the head of his cock pressed into me, the intense pressure sending a jolt through my body. Slowly, I began to sink down, each inch forcing my body to stretch and adjust. Pain and pleasure mingled in a way that left me breathless, a hot wave of intensity spreading through me.

I whimpered as I moved lower, overwhelmed by the sensation of being so completely filled. My pussy throbbed, begging for attention, as my body strained to take him.

His head fell back, a low, guttural moan escaping his lips. “Your ass is so fucking tight,” he murmured, his voice heavy with lust.

When he opened his eyes, they locked onto the spot where his cock disappeared into me, his gaze hungry, devouring every movement.

“That looks so fucking hot,” he muttered, his hand reaching forward to circle my clit in slow, deliberate strokes.

My breath hitched as the dual sensations threatened to overwhelm me. I moved up and down, taking as much of him as I could, whimpering as his cock opened me up. My breasts bounced in their constraints, drawing a pleased growl from him as his hand came up to cup them.

“So fucking beautiful,” he moaned. “I want you to cum with my cock deep in your ass,” he demanded. “Get down lower on it, take all of me.”

“I can’t,” I whimpered, by body tensing. “This is as much as I can take.”

“You can take me now, baby,” he coaxed, his tone softening. “Now that I’ve worked you in, your body’s ready. Let’s try again from behind.”

His hands gripped my hips with effortless strength, lifting me off him as if I weighed nothing. He guided me onto my hands and knees, his grip firm.

“Face the mirror,” he ordered. “I want to see that pretty face when I’m pounding into you.”

I hesitated, my gaze flickering to my reflection. My flushed face stared back, framed by disheveled hair and the belt tight around my throat—like a mark of ownership. The bra lifted my breasts high, accentuating every curve, while my body trembled under his looming presence.

It all felt surreal, like I was watching someone else.

A wave of shame spread over me as I took in the sight. I looked exactly like what I had become.

His little slut.

His fuck toy.

The realization twisted something deep inside me, leaving me torn between humiliation and a dark, undeniable thrill. Slowly, I positioned myself as he wanted, my breath shaky as I braced for his next attack.

A sharp slap landed on my already burning skin, making me flinch.

“Where’s my invitation?” he growled, his voice cutting through the air like a blade. “Don’t forget your manners.”

Heat rose to my cheeks as I leaned down, my shoulders braced against the mattress to steady myself. With trembling hands, I reached back, spreading myself open for him.

“Please… fuck my ass, Sir,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

A low hum of approval rumbled from his chest. “That’s my good girl,” he murmured, positioning his cock at my entrance.

With one swift, unrelenting thrust he buried himself inside me.

I screamed—a raw, desperate sound—the brutal stretch stealing the air from my lungs, my body instinctively resisting his impossible intrusion. Tears spilled down my cheeks, hot and endless.

I realized that up to now, I’d only taken a few inches of him. But this time, his cock was nearly halfway in on the fist thrust. I gritted my teeth, every muscle in my body seizing up as I braced for the rest. But the pain was too much, too sharp, pushing me to beg for mercy one last time.

“I… I can’t take it anymore,” I gasped, my voice trembling as pain lanced through me. “It hurts too much.”

The tears streamed freely, but through them, I caught a glimpse in the mirror. His reflection stared back at me, his wicked grin twisted with pleasure, his eyes hooded, ravenous.

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