Page 117 of Captive Prize

The sharp smack pushed me forward and then he thrust inside of me, claiming me hard and fast… again.

My breath rushed out of my lungs in a scream as I pushed back against him.

Not even in this.

Not even chained to the fucking bed was I going to be passive.

This was a battle, and I was not losing.

He forced his cock deep inside me. Every thrust more brutal, more violent, than the last.

The pressure of an orgasm built in my core. Sweat trailed down my back as I met every single one of his thrusts.

He spanked me again, but his hand stayed on my skin, squeezing, pressing into the bruise that would soon form.

Then he spread my cheeks. I assumed to get a better view of his cock brutalizing me.

I was wrong.

His finger traced the dark puckered hole again, before pressing inside.

The burn was immediate and intense, but he didn’t let up. He started slowly at first, but within what seemed like seconds later, his finger was fucking me in the ass as hard as his cock was fucking my pussy.

“Admit it,” he growled.

“No,” I yelled back.

His hand shot out and grabbed my hair, controlling how hard I slammed back into him. Fuck, why did that bite of pain feel so good?

It just added to everything else, the sharp pain grounding me in the midst of all the completely overwhelming sensations, forcing me to remain present in the moment without getting lost in it.

Then he shoved in a second finger—stretching me open with brutal precision, finger-fucking me like I already belonged to him.

I cried out as it burned, but he didn’t stop.

He only fucked me harder. Faster.

It was too much and not enough.

“Say it. I want to hear you scream it. Scream my name and make sure everyone in this house knows you belong to me. Only me.”

I opened my lips, ready to tell him off again when he yanked my head back, forcing my spine to arch and my hips to shift, his cock pressing into the most incredible spot deep inside of me.

My vision narrowed to a tunnel as I screamed.

I had no idea what I said.

I couldn’t hear my own words over the sound of the blood rushing in my ears and my heart beating like a drum.

My cunt tightened around him, squeezing harder as I came apart at the seams. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t see, all I could do was feel and for a second, I thought that was how I died.

He fucked me through that orgasm and straight into another, then he came inside of me, filling me with his essence.

We collapsed on the bed, him holding me in his arms while we gasped for breath, covered in sweat and a little delirious.

His hands traced over my body before moving up to my wrists and unhooking me from the bedpost.

I draped myself on top of him. I didn’t want to get off, and even if I did, I wasn’t sure I had the strength to.

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