Page 94 of Grimstone

I shriek around the gag as my legs jerk, the jolt running all the way down to the tips of my toes.

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

He does it three more times, and each time I give a muffled scream as the headboard hits the wall and my entire body jolts. The impact is electric, the current blasting through my body, leaving an intense, throbbing heat in its wake. The heat spreads from my red, swollen pussy all the way up to my belly and breasts.

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

Each strike is a little harder than the last, gradually increasing the impact from barely tolerable to something that might blast me out of my own body.

“Ahmsrrrry! Ahmsrrrry! Ahmsrrrry!”I cry in muffled delirium.

SMACK!

He finishes with one last strike that draws a long, shrill scream out of me, strangled by the gag.

Dane lowers the riding crop, his eyes dark and satisfied.

“Now you’re sorry.”

He unbuttons his trousers with one deft flick of his thumb. His pants drop, showing an erection that could be used to drill to the center of the earth. His cock isn’t pale at all right now, it’s engorged with dark, dusky blood, heavy as a bludgeon.

If there ever was proof that Dane really is fucked in the head, it’s his intense arousal at the sight of my pain.

But if so, I must be just as fucked up because when he lightly runs his fingers from the base of my slit up my pussy lips, they come away dripping with thin, clear fluid.

“I knew you were meant for me,” he says, raising his fingers to his lips.

I glow like he gave me the compliment I’ve always wanted to hear because he really fucking did.

My pussy is on fire. It throbs with each beat of my heart, puffy, swollen, and exquisitely sensitive. His breath whispers across my raw, red flesh. The piercing glints in my erect little clit.

Dane positions himself on the bed, upright on his knees, gripping my ankles in his hands. His body takes my breath away, his muscles swollen and gleaming with exertion, veins running down his forearms and the backs of those beautiful hands.

His cock points straight ahead and doesn’t look as if it would fit inside an elephant, let alone my small frame.

But he grips my ankles and rams it right in.

Now I’m screaming around the gag in an entirely new way—the way of someone being hollowed out from the inside. His cock rearranges my organs, shoving everything aside to make room. He burrows all the way back, hitting a place that’s never been touched, that never existed before this moment.

He carves a new pathway until his hips meet my body and the front of my belly bulges like an alien birth.

This would already have been intolerable under normal circumstances. With my legs yanked in the splits and my pussy swollen practically shut, the noises I’m making could be heard all the way down in Grimstone if not for the gag.

Dane looks down into my face, brows black as the devil, eyes full of wicked orange light. He fucks me and fucks me, my legs pulled back, no way to protect myself, no way to resist. That huge cock reams me out until I don’t know where I am or who I am or what I ever wanted—all I know is that I’m completely in his power, and each slam of the headboard is the tolling of a bell, marking the end of everything I knew before.

My eyes roll back, and what was pain and intensity beyond imagining slowly begins to become something else—something that builds like a hurricane, beginning at some tiny, interior point, then whirling outward, gaining in power and speed.

What was pain becomes heat, and what was heat becomes pleasure, but a wild, dark, electric pleasure, that grows and grows without breaking. Each thrust of his cock, each slam of the headboard cranks the fury until it seems it has to burst or else tear me apart.

I’m biting down on the gag, back arched, fists clenched, wrists trembling in the restraints. I can’t even feel my legs anymore, but that doesn’t matter because I feel each stroke of Dane’s cock like it’s going all the way through me up to my chin. My whole body rocks, the bed slamming the wall while the storm builds and rages.

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