Page 26 of Forbidden Deviant Games

“I-I can’t,” I practically beg him. It’s tight and it feels … wrong, like something that shouldn’t be there.

“Does it hurt?” His voice is a hard rasp. I don’t want to answer, because the truth is that it doesn’t and if it doesn’t hurt me, I know he’ll keep going.

He pulls his mouth from my pussy and, leaving his fingers deep inside my darkest hole, he slaps my ass with the flat of his other palm and I bite down on my lip until I taste blood. “Answer me, Haley.”

I shake my head. “No, it doesn’t hurt.” It feels fucking hot. His mouth descends back against me and the fingers in my ass continue thrusting. Little pops of color dance behind my eyes. The orgasm that had been crawling to life now flares bright and hot inside of me, damn near there. Viks must realize it, though, because as soon as I seem to get close—he fucking stops. He does it again and again so that by the fifth time, I slap my hands against the mattress, crying out.

“Fucking let me come!” I scream.

“You want to come?” he asks, but the question is whispered against my pussy—so close that I can feel the curve of his lips as he smiles and I know, I just know, I’m not going to like the way this goes.

I bury my face into the pillow before me, not answering him. I pant and whine as he completely abandons my pussy and focuses only on my ass. “Stop tensing,” he says, slapping my side with his palm.

Tears of shame roll down my cheeks as I try to release my muscles. I’ll never admit it aloud, but the spanking helps, and I feel my body slowly begin to accept the dark intrusion. He pushes one finger in and curls it inside my ass. I bite down on my lower lip to keep from arching back. This isn’t something I should like. It’s not something I should want.

But when Viks presses another finger in on his next pass, my head goes foggy. Wetness slides down my trembling inner thighs.

“That’s a good girl,” Viks praises me. “Just let it go. It feels good, doesn’t it?”

I shake my head in negation, unwilling to admit it. He slaps my ass again and my lips part on a cry.

“Don’t fucking lie, Haley girl,” Viks warns. “Tell me the truth and I’ll let you come.”

I close my eyes. I’m trapped. I want to come so fucking bad. Finally, I release a breath and look back, meeting the dark gray gaze of the man pushing two of his fingers deep into my darkest hole.

“Yes, you fucker,” I snap. “It feels good.”

“I’m going to take you here.” Though he says the words, they’re not a request for permission—not like the night before. He’s informing me of what’s going to happen, and I can’t help but nod my head in acquiescence. I don’t care how I have to get there, right now. If letting him fuck my ass will push me over this edge, I’ll do it.

Viks withdraws his fingers. Somehow, I feel strangely empty without them. He leaves the bed and I keep my head buried in the pillows, my ass in the air, my cunt dripping down my inner thighs like a fucking slut. I don’t give a shit. However he wants me, he can have me. I just need him to release me from these fucking shackles, to free me enough that I can come again.

In the next second, he gives me exactly what he promised. Viks drops back down on the bed behind me, the mattress dipping slightly. The sound of liquid squirting from a tube slides over my ears and then something cool and wet touches my back entrance. His fingers push back into my ass and I clench automatically.

“Let me in,” he orders, slapping the fleshy underside of one cheek and making me jump.

“Shit,” I hiss, clutching a pillow to my face and chest.

My ass loosens as he pushes in two fingers and then three. Once he can fuck me in long smooth motions, he seems to decide I’m good and ready for him because he pulls out and the next thing I know, the spongy head of his cock presses against me.

“Take me, Haley.” I can hear the harshness of his breathing at my back as one hand grasps my waist and the other guides his cock into me. “Take my fucking cock into your ass. There you go, that’s a good girl.”

My pussy feels so fucking empty. Tears stream down my face, hitting the pillow beneath me. The fullness is killing me. I feel the burning stretch in my ass as he pushes forward, eased by the liquid—lube, I assume—he used to get me ready for him. It hurts, but only in the darkest most deviant of ways.

I can feel him move inside of me, spearing me deep, fucking down into me until there’s no escape. “Touch yourself,” he orders once he’s fully seated inside of me and there’s no room left for anything else. “Touch your clit and make yourself come, Haley.”

Body aching, fingers shaking, I slip my hand down between my legs and pinch my clit, circling the little bundle until the fluttering of a new orgasm arises. Viks drags himself out of my ass, all the way until only the head remains and then thrusts forward—that burn flaring to life once more.

I sob against the bedsheets as wetness drips from my cunt, sliding down my inner thighs as he fucks my ass hard. His cock drags along my innermost nerves, lighting them up. I’m drenched in my own sweat, panting, shivering. My body is no longer my own. It’s his. He owns me completely. My whole body lights up. Fireworks pop beneath my skin. My thighs tremble and shake uncontrollably.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight, Haley baby.” He forces himself into me, bringing his hips all the way against my ass cheeks, pressing into me until I can feel my stomach cramp and my muscles contract around him as he pulls back out—I almost hate that part. Hate it when he withdraws from me, leaving me feeling so fucking empty.

My lips part as I pant, my face smashed against the pillow as I rub my clit harder and faster, my fingers soaked with my own wetness. It’s filthy and vile and so fucking good, I lose myself. I become whatever Viks wants me to be. No longer Haley Montgomery in this moment, but his—all of me is his. So, when he growls out his next command, bending over me until his cock is as deep as it can reach, there’s no way I can deny him.

“Come for me,” he orders. “Come as I fuck your ass, Haley. I want to feel you.”

I hear the sounds coming from my throat, how embarrassing they are, but I can’t stop. The world goes hazy as my orgasm follows his command and drives me right over the edge. And as he groans and stills inside of me, his cocking jerking as he fills me so full, I have to finally admit something—Viks fucks like a madman and if this is how good he is at games, then I’m so fucked if he decides to make this serious.

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