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The more I thought about it, the more aroused I became, and when those addictive, knowing fingers caressed my clit, I couldn’t help myself as I came again. And again.
I came so many times that nothing else mattered. I came so much that my thighs were drenched with it. I came so hard that I began to cry again.
Tears poured down my face as one orgasm after another was torn from my ravaged body. His fingertips pinched my clit and held it painfully tight, wringing out every ounce of pleasure that he possibly could, even though I doubted that I had anything left to give. He took it all and claimed it for himself.
I broke and I broke hard. For him. All for him.
He continued to use my bottom hole roughly, and the longer he fucked it, the more I began to feel like this was the final part of my punishment for denying him in the first place. There was nothing gentle or kind about a fucking like this. Not even a little bit.
This was meant to be painful in order to remind me that he could take any of my holes whenever he wished, and that I didn’t have any say in the matter.
Another orgasm tore me apart. More tears dripped down my face.
He fucked my ass harder.
I no longer knew up from down. If I was experiencing pleasure or pain. I didn’t know if it hurt or felt good. I didn’t know if I wanted it to stop or keep going.
I came again, my release tearing my core into pieces with enough savageness to leave me panting and sobbing. His other hand snaked around my throat, and he lifted me up off the bed, still fucking me with his rigid, punishing cock.
His palm tightened and his lips grazed against my ear.
“You’re going to come for me. One more time as you cry for me, and then I’m going to mark your very last hole with my seed. I going to come inside your tight little hole, and you’re going to take every last drop of it, aren’t you, baby doll?” he said roughly, and I shivered in his grasp.
His words rocked me to the core, and another brutal orgasm tore through me. His fingers against my tender clit hurt, and he pinched it harder, forcing a second intense orgasm that rattled me senseless.
He grunted hard, slamming his hips against my tender ass, and I cried out, feeling each and every welt that his unforgiving belt had left on my naked backside. Images of the depraved and filthy things he’d put me through tonight flashed in my mind. Him throwing me over his shoulder. Him tearing my clothes from mybody. Him spanking me over my jeans, and then when I was completely naked, and then with his belt. Of him forcing my legs open and spanking my very wet little pussy.
And now, of him fucking my tight little asshole.
I shattered as I came for a final time at the same time as his seed jetted deep inside my dark channel. My body went rigid as my orgasm ravaged me completely, as every nerve synapse jolted with pleasure at the exact same moment. Again and again, I screamed as pleasure destroyed every last bit of what was left of my sanity. His seed was hot, and it blazed as it caressed my insides in the most shameful way imaginable. With every fiery spurt, my orgasm flared to the surface, a never-ending bliss that held me captive and consumed me.
I don’t know how long my release tore through my body. It could have been minutes or it could have been hours, but when it finally began to fade, a very deep calm settled over me. He carefully pulled free from my ass, but he didn’t let go of me. His arms wound around my waist, and he gently laid me down onto the bed. Quickly, he untied my wrists before he pulled me into his embrace and held me tight.
I was incapable of words for a long time. The only thing I could manage was drawing in one breath after another.
“You will spend all night wearing my seed, baby doll. I want you to feel my mark as it drips down your skin, as it seeps from your sore, well-used little holes, and as it dries on your pretty face,” he murmured.
His words made me blush furiously, and I was glad that I could hide my face against his chest. It felt so shameful to be made to wear his seed like this, that he wouldn’t allow me to cleansemyself of the filthy, embarrassing things I’d done with him that night.
But I was so tired, so very exhausted. My throat was sore. My pussy was sore, and my bottom was sore, inside and out.
Tonight, I’d learned something about myself. I’d learned that there was a man out there who could handle me. That man was Alaric, and he’d done more than handle me. He’d mastered me more thoroughly than I’d thought was possible.
He’d broken me, and I’d liked it.
After tonight, I was never going to be the same.
“Close your eyes, sweet girl. It’s time for you to rest,” Alaric murmured, his tone soft and comforting.
Obediently, I did as he asked and curled up against him as my body temperature began to plummet. I shivered, feeling a chill cross over my skin, and he huddled even closer to me, offering his body heat to keep me warm.
His heartbeat against my ear was soothing, and when his fingers started trailing up and down my back, I could feel myself beginning to give into my exhaustion.
“Such a very good girl,” he whispered. He said something about his mark and something about him hoping I was his mate, but I wasn’t quite sure if it was real or a dream. After that, I felt myself falling into a restful, deep sleep. I didn’t toss or turn even once for the rest of the night.
CHAPTER 4
Kendra
