Page 31 of Broken Hearts of Sin

“What are you doing to me?” I croak, while rubbing against him frantically. “Stop sir.”

Then, he spanks me. I moan, thrusting my behind backwards towards him even as I protest. “Stop, sir. Please-”

“You know what you have to say to stop me.”

I pause, debating with myself. Despite playing the part of the unwilling girl, I am wet, and I am enjoying this game too much to make it stop here. And I am nowhere near my limit.

I moan, thrusting my ass out to him but not saying a word. “Very well,” he nods once before spanking me hard across both cheeks again. I jump a bit, and wail in excitement, waiting to see what’s next.

“Now, to pay your toll to me and my forest, I shall tie you to this tree and leave you here, for the other animals to come and eat you.”

“Oh God,” I gasp, really wondering what he might mean by that. He ignores me, taking my hands and cuffing them on the other side of the tree. It’s a fairly willowy tree, so I can even stand comfortably without any strain. I hear him walk away from behind me, leaving me there waiting with my dress hiked up at my waist, leaving my rear to shiver in the summer breeze of the forest, caressing the wet fabric of my panties. Goosebumps cover the flesh of my naked thighs as I squirm in anticipation to find out what he has in store for me.

I don’t have to wait long before I hear a howl and then running feet. Immediately I begin to struggle, calling for help. “Sir! Sir! The animals are attacking me!” I cry even as he puts his hand around my neck, squeezing hard, while pulling the buttons holding my skirt in place, and causing them to pop open. My dress falls to the ground, leaving me in my panties, garter stockings, a backless bustier top and the shawl.

I feel exposed. I know Romano would make sure we were alone before playing outside like this. But being this naked out in the woods is thrilling. The thought of someone, human or animal, seeing us, sends my mind reeling with excitement.

The moment I begin to see spots in front of my vision I tap on his arm twice, as it is our code to signal a “stop”, letting my body go slack in his arms. He immediately lightens his grip on my neck, enabling me to breath, even as he bites down on my neck.

“A-are you a werewolf?” I whisper.

“No questions.” He murmurs and bites another hickey into my nape as his hands tighten again around my neck.

I pant a bit, my nipples tightening in arousal as he chokes me again, his wet tongue and sharp teeth on my flesh just exacerbating everything. I moan low and deep. “Romano,” I whisper, getting out of character.

He spanks my bottom. “That is not my name, wench. Call me sir.”

“I’m sorry sir.”

He spanks me again. “Don’t you forget.”

“I won’t sir.”

He resumes his ministrations on my neck, all the while his hands are exploring my body, wakening my senses with his touch. I wiggle my butt impatiently and whimper. I am so wet and ready, I don’t know what he’s waiting for. Suddenly he stops, and steps away.

“Fuck me… please,” I whisper.

Suddenly he is back and he holds me closer, tighter. “Oh, trust me, I will.”

He hooks his hands into my panties and pulls them down. I pull up my legs so he can take them off. He takes hold of my hips and positions me properly, my hands still cuffed around the tree.

“Bend over,” he murmurs.

I wiggle downward until my head is level with my hands, and my ass is hanging. I feel his erection, poking at me, pushing slowly into me as he pinches my ass cheeks, and then grabs my thighs and squeezes. He widens my legs until he fits between and enters me, hard and fast, like an animal.

I whimper, moan and cry out as he pistons his hips and pushes into me again and again. Suddenly he slows down and begins to thrust almost in slow motion, hitting my sensitive flesh every time. It’s almost excruciating. I am babbling, I have no control over my mouth, my body is shaking as he slowly drives me mad.

“Please, please, please,” I don’t even know the words coming out of my mouth, I’m just begging for something, I don’t even know what. My body just feels as if it wants to explode, so languid and boneless my knees are weak. It’s a wonder I can even stay upright. I feel this warmth spread through me, turning my whole body to mush, my head is empty, nothing but pleasure and pain twisting me up into a ball of confused, babbling, incoherence.

I call out his name, I beg him to touch me, I need to orgasm, but he won’t let me. Every time that bubble starts building, he slows down even more, keeping me on a razor’s edge as he occasionally spanks my bottom or pinches it, or nips at my shoulder blades or pinches my nipples. He’s unpredictable, he’s in total control, he’s driving me slowly out of my mind.

Someone help me. How much more of this can I take?

I throw my head back and howl like a wolf, legs shaking and his thrusts become steadier, more rhythmic, driving against a single spot as he finally reaches around to rub at my clit with his thumb.

“Please, please sir, I need to come.” I amsobbing.

“Not yet. I have not extracted my toll from you, yet.”

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