Page 6 of Elicit (Decadence After Dark)

Master then moves out from under me.

I feel him saddle up behind me, digging his cock into the crack of my ass. I know how this works. I brace myself, but that painful penetration never comes.

Instead, he covers me with his body, bringing his lips to my ear.

“I’m not supposed to do this. But I can’t fucking help myself. I want you all to myself. Even if it’s just one night.” He nudges the head of his erection into my soaked entrance. He’s never . . . We’ve never. Technically, I’m still a virgin. As many times as he’s fucked me, it’s never once been the traditional way. In my mouth? Yes. In my ass? Yes. Between my tits? Yes.

But never once like this. It’s a defining moment. One a girl fantasizes about. Her first time being with the perfect man. Someone who loves her, not owns her.

“It’s going to hurt,” he warns as he presses in.

It couldn’t hurt any worse than anything else he’s already done.

“Jesus, you’re so tight.” He surges forward, stealing the air right out of my lungs. “Virgin fucking cunt.” He groans reverently as I’m sliced in two. I whine in pain as he grinds his cock, disintegrating my virginity. I fist the sheet until my knuckles are sore and the handcuffs cut into my wrists. “Squeeze me,” he commands. “Squeeze my cock every second I’m inside you.”

I tighten my pelvic muscles immediately, hoping I attain the level he expects. No half-ass attempts with him.

“Good.” He moans, thrusting his hips. “When a man is inside you, you never fucking stop squeezing. Understand?” He slaps one of my battered ass cheeks, and I unconsciously clench tighter.

“Yes, Master,” I respond in my conditioned fashion.

“Good.” He continues to move ruthlessly inside me. I suck in precious air and silently pray for relief all while he uses me.

Always using me.

His hips grind to a halt, but he leaves his erection rooted fully inside me. I’m nothing more than a ragged mess, panting like an overworked dog. Master leans forward until his chest touches my back and his lips are brushing against my ear.

“I want to hear you, pet. I want you to come all over my cock and cry Master while you do it.”

He reaches beneath me and pinches my clit. The painful tweak causes the walls of my pussy to continuously constrict, like a fluttering heartbeat. The full feeling and his commanding fingers induce that same achy twinge from before. He heaves in my ear as he rocks his pelvis, his cock massaging my highly sensitive canal.

“That’s it. Just like that, pet.” His voice sounds strange as he nuzzles my face, bringing me back to that boiling point.

Everything below my navel throbs until I can actually hear the pulses echoing in my ears. I surprisingly moan. I don’t think I’ve ever moaned from ecstasy. Then I can’t breathe. I can’t think, as a rushing sensation clamors through my body, from the tips of my tense fingers to my vibrating core.

“Say it.” He stabs his swelling cock through my flooding folds. I barely have enough air to breathe, but I do as I’m ordered. I cry his name as I come. “Master! Master!” My voice is small, strained, as my insides flip.

“Yessss . . .” he hisses as he starts to pound away, one hand latched on my hip, the other on my throat. This I recognize. This is the savage I know. The man who takes what he wants no matter how hard or hurtful. I sink my teeth into my lip as the pleasure slips away and morphs into ungodly pain. My whole body is rigid as he squeezes my windpipe while enduring his punishing thrusts. It hurts. The force. It hurts so fucking bad.

I suck in small, precious amounts of oxygen desperately as the bed slams against the wall as hard as he slams into me.

Time seems to stand still as consciousness slowly slips away. Spots cloud my vision as my air supply thins.

At the last second, right before I pass out, Master releases a roar. Clutching my throat like an iron clamp, he buries his cock as deeply as he can.

So deep I swear he rips my virgin womb wide open.

Master pulls out, heaving like an overrun Greyhound as I choke for air.

I’m paralyzed, pathetic, frozen on my hands and knees, waiting for his direction. I know the consequences of taking liberties. Even if they’re as small as moving.

Master pushes me onto my side. The blindfold still securely in place, my hands still bound by the cuffs. There’s liquid leaking down the inside of my thighs, and my vaginal muscles are on fire.

“Who do you belong to?” He roughly runs the pad of his thumb across my lower lip.

“You,” I answer meekly.

“What are you?”

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