Page 89 of Ruthless Keeper
Finally, she deflates. Her body slumps forward. It’s like all the strength drains out of her at once, leaving her a trembling mess. I turn off the vibrator, set it aside, and pull the hook out of her ass. She yelps at that, but begins to relax as I start unchaining her. When she’s free, she practically falls into my arms—the chains were the only thingsholding her upright. I catch her, push her hair back from her head, and tug her collar to get her attention.
“Beg me to fuck your ass,” I demand softly.
A pitiful sob bubbles up from her throat. “I can’t take it,” she whimpers.
God, I love reducing my brave, strong Scarlett to this girl right here—spent, shivering, needy, desperate for my comfort. Her hands grab at my shirt, clutching the material. “Grey,please—”
“Beg me, or it’s another hour with the timer, hook, chains, and lube.”
Another sob shakes her diaphragm. She buries her head in my chest, tears wetting the material of my shirt.
“You have thirty seconds before our game starts over.”
She’s silent for several long moments, just holding fast to me and crying. Finally, she says weakly, “Do it.”
“That doesn’t sound like begging,” I admonish, tugging her collar so I can look into her eyes. “Beg,Scarlett.”
“Please don’t make me.”
I pick up the hook. “Back to the game, then—”
“No!Fuck my ass!”
“Still not begging,” I taunt, though it’s purely for show. I’ve gotten what I wanted, but now, I want to embarrass her a bit. My Scarlett isn’t big on dirty-talking, so this is yet another way to exert my power over her. During these times, she’s mine completely—I can do whatever I want with her. Make her say what I want, act how I want,come how I want… and right now, I want to claim the only part of her body I haven’t yet.
“Please, Monster. Please fuck my ass.”
“There’s my good girl.” I lift her up and bend her over the side of my desk, kicking her legs apart. She clutches onto the edges of the desk fordear life, trembling violently—both from the stimulation and from anticipation. I free my cock from my pants and reach for the same lube I used on her. I want to experience it, too, while I’m inside her.
The moment I rub it over my cock, tingles spread through my extremities, followed by a low, pulsing heat.Fuck. I don’t think I’ll last for a minute once I’m inside her, which is probably best for her first time. I don’t want to hurt her—I just want to claim her. She should be sufficiently prepared for me, but just in case, I twist a couple of fingers into her ass, taking her moans as encouragement.
My balls prickle and warm. I know I’ve got only a few minutes before I go off from the lube alone, so I press my head up against her rosebud.
She clenches, keeping me out. I slap her ass—not to hurt, but to warn. “Relax. Let me in and take it. This is happening, baby, so accept it.”
Two fingers on her clit help her, and a moment later, I slide inside…
Fuck.
If her pussy is heaven, her ass is the hot, inviting pits of hell. The hook did its work, so it only takes a little while for me to fully seat myself—and once I do, it’s like a revelation. She’s owned by me completely andwillingly. She’s letting me into every part of her body, evensuckingme in. I’ve claimed her mouth, her pussy, and now, finally, the last virgin part of her.
I clasp a hand around her neck, gritting my teeth. I’m hanging right on the edge of an orgasm. “Stay with me, baby. This’ll be quick.”
I pull out, and slam back in with a jarring thrust. Shescreamsfor me, and it sets me on fire.I thrust in and out like a madman, forgetting about her discomfort, forgetting that I might be hurting her, driven solely by the stimulant andher.
“I’m right there, Flower,” I manage through gritted teeth. I rub my fingers in tight, careful circles over her clit. “Come for me. Makemecome with this tight little ass.Come—”
She explodes with a deafening screech, and I barely manage three more thrusts before following her into the void. White-hot heat sears up my spine and makes my mind wipe clean of all rational thoughts. I bury myself deep in her ass, cock pulsing as I come, riding out the endless waves of my orgasm that’s so fucking intense, it’s almosttoointense.
When I come back to myself, I become aware of her sobbing and saying, “Please, please, please,” over and over again. I slowly pull myself out, trying to get my breathing under control, and reach for the pack of baby wipes I left on the table for this very purpose. I clean my cock first, letting her suffer from the lube a bit longer, and then wipe it from her clit. That should help the worst of it, but she’ll need a shower to clear the remnants out.
I don’t think she can walk right now, so I lift her up into my arms and start carrying her through the apartment. Her eyes flutter and her head lolls on my chest—she’s well and truly wrung out. I don’t think I’ll be getting any trouble from her for a while.
She can hardly stand in the shower, so I wash her quickly, then run us a bath to help relax her sore muscles. She’s in and out of consciousness, completely reliant on me, and the power that rushes to my head is extraordinary.
The first time we took a bath together, she was terrified I’d drown her. Now, she’s relaxed enough to sleep through it.
I kiss the crown of her head repeatedly, even though she’s probably too tired to feel or register it. Finally, after a nice soak, I wrap her in my softest bathrobe and bring her back to the office, laying her on thecouch and pulling a blanket over her while I clean up the pillow and toys.
