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Regina

“Bend lower and arch your back,” he commanded. He’d spun me so fast I lost my breath as wet droplets flew from my body.

If he let me come, I was willing to follow his every command and show him whatever it was he’d like to see. I arched my back, putting a deep bend in it, my ass on full display for him. The water hitting my hot skin, the idea of being outside, and the sound each splash created played into the moment. The rain had become a physical form of music that played on my senses and danced against my body. Although I was being tortured, this was still one of the most intense sensual exchanges I’d experienced.

When he lined up behind me, and his slippery hard dick skimmed over the crack of my ass, it took everything inside me not to reach back and guide him where I needed it most. I intensified my already tight grip on the balcony to keep from backing onto his dick, which was hot and hard against my hypersensitive skin. A flash of something flickered past my view and fell to the floor. It took my foggy mind a moment to figure out that it was a condom wrapper.

Ansel placed the head of his dick right at the edge of my lips, making it kiss my hot wetness. With his strong hands gripping my thighs, he pushed, but it was so slight his dick tipped past my lips. It took some discipline, but I remained in place. My chest heaved so hard, I just as well had been at a full sprint.

He inched in a bit more, licking at the pink padding of my walls. I sighed, my relief meeting my excitement. Inch by torturous inch he sliced through my trembling canal, making me pant with a heated lust I’d never known. He backed out and thrust forward, but he didn’t put it all the way in. It didn’t matter—he was large enough to get me off with half of it in.

My body shuddered with the excitement and the pleasure of being stuffed full of his dick. He reached up, twisted his fingers into the roots of my wet hair and yanked, sending my head to the sky. His nails scraped my scalp as he pulled, making my back arch deeper. His action loosened my ponytail and caused it to slap the side of my face. The deeper arc caused his dick to sink deeper as the pressure from the hair pulling amplified my pleasure.

The rain picked up, adding to the intensity of our situation. The deeper he slid, the more the pressure built and the more powerful the pleasure. I kept my mouth clamped shut, too afraid to say anything out loud. Nothing had ever felt so good.

My skin tingled all over, his actions burning me alive as his body collided into mine. His dick drove into me over and over, so deep, so savage, and so delicious.

“Shhh! Oh God!” slipped past my lips, as my insides quivered at the sparks of wet pleasure. Whimpers escaped between harsh breaths as my moans along with his hard breathing refused to stay contained. Was he saying something? I was too far gone to concentrate on anything but the deeper thrust he shoved into my body.

Control over my vocals had been lost. My moans intensified, enjoying the sweet slices of pain that fed into the pleasure. His pounding thrusts ruled my body and slid deeper before the thrill spread out and caressed my mind.

“Sir!” I shouted, licking my wet lips as a throaty moan followed. I was close, and he wasn’t even all the way in. My body started to shiver at the enchanting sparks that constructed the pathway to my delayed orgasm.

Like he’d read my mind or better yet my body, Ansel eased his dick out, and spun my tortured body so that I faced him. I’d never wanted to punch a man so much in my life. He placed his hand under my chin, my body shivering from the best-worse sexual torture I’d ever experienced. Hell, it was the only kind of good-torture that I’d experienced.

My lashes batted away the falling droplets and allowed me to observe his play. His free hand cupped one of my tits. A gasp escaped when he pinched my nipple because the bite set off a spark that teased my looming orgasm.

“Please, Sir,” I begged. My desperate tone edged out, laced with a twinge of agony that tortured my mind and kept my body riddled with a jittery need. I’d become convinced that Ansel intended to punish me until I lost all senses.

Irritated, I prayed that there was something that I could do to end my torment. A wicked little savior wiggled its way into my mind and a smile tugged at the corners of my lips. With my head high, I glanced at him with a determined intensity.

“Pussy Queen!” flew past my lips and stopped him in his torturous tracks. His hand skated to a stop at my side as his eyes lifted and found mine. His brows pinched as a blaze was set off in his furious gaze.

“I know the fuck you didn’t just pull your safe word on me, Gina. Undo that fucking shit right now!” he demanded, his face serious and determined.

“No,” I said, loving that I’d had a little power in this crazy D/s relationship we were in.

“Gina, you fucking…you did that shit because you couldn’t take your punishment like a woman,” he sneered.

His lips balled into tight knots as he stared out at nothing, the weight of his heavy thoughts sat on his tensed shoulders.

“You’re a fucking evil little devil for that shit,” he stated as he paced and glared at me with a green blaze burning bright in his gaze.

“Thank you, Sir,” I voiced, taking his words as a compliment. He’d wanted Gina, now he had to deal with her.

He continued to pace. The noise from the rain mingled with his irritated breaths. He’d figure out a way to get past the rules. Rules he’d vowed not to break.

“Gina, stop being a fucking bitch. Use the keyword and undo that fucking safe word,” he demanded.

“If I do, you’re going to punish me worse.”

He reached down and gripped my throbbing wet core. “You un-key that safe word, and I’ll punish you just the way you like it.”

Like that, the man had me flowing and hot all over again. But, I wasn’t as weak as he assumed I was. I’d give in because I knew that whatever he planned to do next would be explosive.

“Dick King,” fell over my wet lips, and I swore devil-horns flashed over Ansel’s head. He stepped closer, filling my space, and I didn’t trust the calm demeanor he presented.

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