Page 19 of When Autumn Arrives

“Who am I?” He smacked me again.

I yelped in response, then attempted to squirm away. His forearm came to the small of my back, holding me in place. I inhaled a sharp breath, a whimper leaving me at the feel of his jean-clad, hard cock pressing against my bare ass.

I didn’t need to see it to know he would be the biggest of the three. His weight pressed down, holding me in place. A finger spread through the slickness of my arousal before entering me. I fought to move into his touch, but I couldn’t move.

“Please,” I managed to say through more whimpers.

“Oh,” he crooned, his hot breath in my ear. “Now she’s got manners.” Another smack filled the air. “Please, Daddy,” he said, correcting me. His teeth sunk into my ear at the same time he pulled his thick digit from me, leaving me empty and needy.

“Oh, God.” My fingers played with the leather wrapped around my wrists in an attempt to free them. “Please. Please let me free.”

“Please, who?” He smacked me again.

I shook my head, a tear falling from the pain. “No,” I whispered, and I wasn’t sure why. I wanted this, but I didn’t want him to know.

I shivered when the metal of his zipper being undone chimed, and then the velvety steel of his erection was shoving inside of me. I winced at the burn that came with his thick cock stretching me, and in this position he felt even bigger than anything I’d ever taken before.

He shoved in deeper and deeper, not giving me a chance to grow used to his size invading me. I moaned at the feral sounds of pleasure that escaped his lips. “Oh, fuck, Thea. You’re so fucking tight, so soaked for me.”

A hand gripped a fistful of my hair, and he yanked my head up. I let out a cry of both pain and pleasure as he pulled my hair so tight my scalp ached. God, why did it feel so good? Why did he make it feel so good?

My body shook with each hard thrust, his cock dragging out of me, then back in. It was clear he was fucking me sheerly for his pleasure, and not for mine. With each piston of his hips slamming into my ass, he let out a deep grunt. The friction was building, and I desperately needed to rub my clit, but my hands were behind my back, bound by the belt.

“I need to come,” I said through panted breaths.

“Then, say it.”

I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head against the mattress.

“Unite me, Daddy,” Calder coaxed as he dragged his cock out of me, then slammed back in. “Fuck me, Daddy. Make me, come, Daddy.” He grabbed onto my wrists for balance, continuing his brutal fuck session. “It’s not that hard, baby girl. Say it and you get what you want.”

My body sank into the mattress deeper and deeper with each movement. The word was on the tip of my tongue. All I had to do was utter it. Then he’d listen and untie me.

“Not ready?” He pulled out of me, then rested on top of my back. I wasn’t able to move, stuck like this until he decided to move.

I opened my mouth, and before I could say anything, he shoved his fingers inside. I choked on them, eyes widening in fear when he didn’t pull them out. My head shook frantically in an attempt to get him away.

“Shhh,” he cooed in my ear. He stroked my forehead to brush away the strands of hair from my face. The gentle touch was in vast contrast to the fingers shoved so deep in my throat that I couldn’t breath. “Breathe through your nose.”

I couldn’t. I was too busy panicking to catch my breath.

“Through your nose, Thea,” he said in a more commanding way.

This time, I listened. I sucked in air through my nose, and when I exhaled, I sank into his touch.

“Good girl.” He pressed a kiss to my cheek. “Such a naughty little slut, though, aren’t you?”

His breaths became heavier, and the sound of his pleasure filled the air, loud grunts and growls. And when he was on the verge of coming, the thrusts grew harder. Nails dug into the flesh of my hips as he pounded into me before the telltale signs of his climax hit me. I groaned in response. My body was going to be sore for days after this.

“Need to come, Thea?” he asked, toppling over me as the warm liquid of his come filled me.

I nodded.

“You know what to do.” He pulled his hand out of my mouth.

Saliva dribbled down my chin, and I coughed at the tender feel in the back of my throat. The heat of his palm moved down my back until he reached the ass cheek he’d smacked earlier. He massaged the tender flesh, soothing the sting of his strikes away. I wanted to continue to resist, but I also wanted to close my eyes and rest.

“Please, Daddy. I need to come,” I said.

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