Page 36 of The Beast of London & His Pet

He was silent and I stared at his black socks, unable to look at him. With a grunt he stood up and I heard him unbuckle his belt. I wondered if he would use the belt on my ass. I flinched when I felt his hands on my ass but the cool touch against my burning ass was a welcome relief. My shoulders sagged on the hard wooden floor only to tense again when he ran his finger down my pussy.

“A pretty apology but I’m not sure I should let you cum, Kitten,” he said before he pushed his fingers inside my pussy.

“Nooooooooo! Let me make it up to you. What can I do to make it to you?” I said desperately, genuinely distressed because I had tried other methods and nothing compared to a dicking from donkey dick.

“I will let you know when the time comes,” he said ominously but he began to plunge his fingers in and out of my pussy until I couldn't think straight. “Now, be a good kitty and don't move.”

I rolled my eyes because he damn well knew I couldn't move. I felt his body surround me from above and his legs rested against my thighs.

“Thank you, Sir,” I whispered when I felt his cock push into me. My ass clutched the small metal plug as the dual pleasure made me gasp.

He paused momentarily before his hands came to rest on the floor.

“Do you want me to hurt you, Kitten?” he asked, slowly moving himself in and out of me, teasing me with the tip and a few inches.

The position I was in would mean he could go extremely deep, but during those times he gave me the best of orgasms. Bruised cervix be damned.

“Yes, Sir,” I said in a low and sexy voice.

“Game on,” he whispered and my heart skipped a beat.

Without any further warning he levered down and slammed his cock into my pussy so hard that I thought he was going to split me apart. I screamed against the wooden floor, but Alessio began ramming into me like a jack hammer. The first few thrusts were painful but it felt as if someone had rammed a whole fist inside of me.

His ragged breathing was a testimony to how much he was enjoying himself. He leaned forward and began to pummel me harder, fucking into me like the brutal beast he was named after. My cacophony of wails, moans and grunts echoed around our room as his vicious thrusts started to drag me along the polished wooden floor.

“You. Are. Mine, Kitten. Don’t ever forget that,” he spat out as he continued to have his psychotic episode.

He fucked me relentlessly, slamming his entire length into me repeatedly, pushing the plug into me as he ruined me forever. Yet through the raw pain I could feel the murmur of my dark pleasure lurking in the background of his savage jealousy. One side of my face was scraping against the floor the same way my breasts and knees were. I began to whimper as the sensations of pain and pleasure mingled together.

His hands suddenly gripped my shoulders but it didn’t stop him from pummelling me over and over again. It occurred to me how much bigger he was in height and breadth, then again his cock was abnormally large. I felt him grow harder and thicker and knew he was close. He reached beneath me to grab my swinging breasts and he squeezed one of them until I clamped around him.

“Yes, yes,” I gasped when his fingers curled around my nipple.

“I fucking own you, Kitten,” he growled as he continued to ride me like an animal. “You aremyfilthy fuckpet.”

“Oh God,” I wailed as I felt myself gush at his words.

“You take every last inch of me and every last drop of my cum inside of you,” he snarled but I couldn’t have answered him if I tried because I was gasping for air.

His balls slapped against my sensitive flesh still raw from the leather tassels, my orgasm ripped through me and I clenched around him, milking him desperately. His answering groan came with his stabbing cock, fucking me until he drove himself over the edge.

He mercilessly slammed into me and his seed exploded out of him hitting my inner walls causing my pussy to contract around him again, the final flutters of my orgasm mingling with his. He continued to stab me with his cock not content until all of hiscum was inside me. My head drooped as I began to come down from another stupendous orgasm.

This couldn't be normal sex, people would never leave the bedroom.

My pussy still twitched so I knew it wasn’t completely destroyed. I could feel the sopping mess between us, but I loved it, knowing a simple conversation with a stranger could get him this heated was my secret toxic trait.

He gently placed me on the floor before he rubbed my back and ass, rocking his cock back and forth as I put my burning hot cheek on the cool wooden floor.

“You're going to be the death of me, Kitten,” he said softly signalling the end of his psychotic break.

“Make sure you have updated any life insurance policies with me as the beneficiary,” I grumbled, unable to resist. “Maybe take out a policy on my pussy while you’re at it.”

“You cheeky wench,” he said but there was no malice in his words.

He eased out of me and I sucked in a sharp breath as I felt raw after the pounding he gave me. I heard the metal clip open for the pillory but for the life of me I couldn't move. Alessio unshackled me before he carried me to the bed. He cleaned me up before he massaged some cream inside of me. He ignored me when I told him I probably needed reconstructive surgery.

In the quiet aftermath his arms, strong and sure encircled me, pulling me close until our bodies aligned in perfect harmony. I melted into him with my back against his chest. The exhaustion taking over as his fingers traced lazy patterns on my hip. I closed my eyes with the comfort of knowing that he is mine as much as I was his.

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