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“For your cock,”
“Good girl.”
If I thought the taste of her was heaven, I was wrong in comparison to how it feels when I push my dick into her tight channel. It’s like dipping my cock into a pie, all warm and wet and sweetly fresh. Her juices coat my length and with her more pliable now, I slide in easily before rocking my hips back and forth.
My teeth sink into her neck as I bottom out in her, pressing so deep into her pussy that I feel the end of it pulsing around the head of my dick. She takes all of me, wrapping me in her silky softness, molding to me and forming to my size and shape like we were made for each other.
“Oh God, Adrian. Yes.” She croons out, her body melting onto the counter, her ass sticking out more, making the angle of penetration even better.
My easy advances and retreats become harder, and rougher, until my hips are slamming into her, jolting her forward against the cabinets with each thrust.
“This baby, this is what it feels like to be with a real man.” I pant against her throat, licking and biting it, marking her with hickeys that she’ll wear for days, telling everyone who looks at her that she’s fucking mine.
I’m becoming an animal with her, snarling against her neck, and pounding into her so hard that the slapping sounds of skin on skin drowns out the panting breaths from us both. Her hands slap against the counter, and her agape mouth drools out her hot saliva as she moans and cries. It lands on my lips, and I pull it into my mouth between hard sucks on her salty, sweaty flesh.
I’m gonna cum again.” She cries out, her nails dragging across the counter, trying to hold on but failing.
“Oh yeah? You gonna squirt for me again?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl. Douse me in it. I want to be fucking soaked with your cum.”
The noises that come from her are something from an exorcism as she bucks and jumps under my weight. Her back bows and her arms spread out on the marble, but when I reach down and slip my fingers between her pussy lips and rub her clit, she loses the battle with her possession. Whatever demons are inside of her roar to the surface, and I expect to see her eyes roll back and pea soup spew from her, she’s that far gone to the pleasure I’m giving her.
The rush of her cum is hot and oh so wet as it squirts out from around my cock, spraying my belly and thighs. Thick droplets of it fall onto my feet and splatter on the floor as I feel my own climax tearing through me.
It starts at the base of my spine, like a ball of lightning churning and burning before it heads to my balls and then out my dick. It’s a deep shuddering release, pumping out of me, filling her up, mixing with her own mess that continues to fall from her and onto the floor.
“Such a good fucking girl.” I praise her, collapsing against her back, kissing her shoulder. “You are perfect.”
The relaxed disposition I expected from her dissipates and underneath my spent body she starts to shiver, then weep.
Fat tears fall from her, and goosebumps break out on the surface of her skin. The small cries turn to wracking sobs as she falls apart.
“I’m sorry.” She cries out, trying to get out from under me, but I wrap my arms around her and hold on tighter to her.
I know what’s happening. It’s sensory overload. From being chained up to a floor, to being basically kidnapped, then fucked probably better than she ever has been before, she just can’t process it.
Aftercare dumbass.
“Easy baby. It’s okay. Don’t apologize.” I whisper to her, keeping my tone low and subtle to keep from adding any more sensation for her to process.
I gently turn her around and scoop her up in my arms. She holds onto my neck like a small child and buries her face in my chest, her ragged breath blowing the edges of my torn shirt with each sob. As I walk us out of the kitchen, through the den, and to the stairs, her chain drags behind us, making a clamor that needs to stop. I lift it up so the noise stops, and carry her up the carpeted steps, down the hall and to my bedroom.
She doesn’t want to let go of me when I try to set her down on the bed, so I sit on the edge of it and just hold her in my lap and let her cry it out. Gentle pets to her satiny hair, and little circles traced by my fingertips on her back relax her after a while, until she’s barely awake.
When she’s out from the exhaustion, I lay her down and cover her up, minus her ankle that the leash still dangles from. I’ll be damned if she wakes up still tethered to any reminder of HIM, it needs to come off and now.
“I’ll be back in a minute, bunny. You sleep.” I say to her, kissing her forehead before leaving her in my room to go into my garage and get the bolt cutters from my work bench.
I make quick work of bringing the tool up and cutting through the shackle around her thin ankle. Her skin under it is red, with angry welts, and she moans in her sleep as I rub some balm into the weeping marks until they are fully coated. I’ll have to keep an eye on them and make sure they heal well, or else the doctor will have to be called in to attend to her.
With her out, and the security cameras around the property showing me that the douche canoe of her sadist has left the premises, I get to work packing my suitcase and calling the cargo company. Plans have changed, and they’re going to have to come here to pick up the bike and get it to the airport for shipping. I’ll be damned if my girl isn’t coming with me, she’s the whole reason for the trip.
It's about an hour’s worth of phone calls and toiling around the house before I’m ready to settle down and get some rest, and when I finally slip into bed next to my newest possession, I fall asleep before my head even hits the pillow for the first time in forever.
Chapter Thirteen
