Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 88179 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88179 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Wet heat engulfs me, slick walls gripping me tight as I penetrate her swollen flesh. My heart thumps heavily, my balls tightening as her inner muscles flex around me, milking me, stroking my cock. The feeling is sublime, and all my senses sharpen, even as my awareness of the outside world fades. She’s all I focus on: the sounds she makes, the way her body stretches to admit me… I can smell her arousal on my fingers, and I bring them up to her mouth, ordering hoarsely, “Suck them clean.”
She obeys, her agile little tongue circling my fingers as I thrust them into her mouth, and I fuck her with them as I press deeper into her pussy, wrenching a choked gasp out of her throat when the tip of my cock brushes against her cervix. She’s small and delicate underneath me, her slender body trembling as her bound hands press against my stomach, and the knowledge that she’s completely at my mercy intensifies my lust, my need to dominate and take her.
“Tell me who you belong to,” I growl, pulling my fingers out of her mouth to smear the wetness down her chin and neck. Wrapping my hand around her slender throat, I thrust in deep, making her cry out. “Tell me, Sara. Who owns you?”
She’s breathing so fast I can feel her rapid exhalations where I grip her neck. “Y-you do.” The words are barely audible as they leave her lips, and it’s not enough. It’s not nearly enough.
Releasing her throat, I reach between her legs, feeling the silky flesh stretching around my cock, the gliding slickness of the lube mixing with her cream. Sara’s panting intensifies, her ass arching up as her moans grow louder, and my fingers travel higher, slipping between the pale, firm mounds of her cheeks.
“Peter… wait. Oh God, Peter…” My name comes out a choked gasp as I find the tightness of her other opening and press the tip of my finger in, ignoring the resistance of clenched muscles. It takes all my self-control to go slow, to not take her as violently as my body demands. I don’t want to tear her, don’t want to hurt her despite the darkness gnawing at my soul. The lube eases my finger’s passage as I penetrate her deeper, but she’s still too tight and I almost come as I imagine how tight she’ll be around my cock, how her ass will grip and squeeze me.
She whimpers at the discomfort of my penetration, but I don’t stop until my finger is all the way in and I can feel my cock through the thin inner wall separating her orifices. The sensation is dizzying, surreal in its intensity. It sharpens the hunger inside me, turns it even darker and more feral.
My beautiful caged ptichka.
It’s time I fully claimed her.
After tonight, she’ll have no doubts that she’s mine.
36
Sara
Overwhelmed, I clench my pelvic floor muscles, feeling the impossible girth of his cock and the stinging burn from that invading finger. Even with copious amounts of lube, it didn’t go in easily. I feel painfully full, violated and overtaken, and my breath comes in hard pants as I try to adjust to the strange sensation of being penetrated in two places.
To my relief, my tormentor withdraws his finger, only to have it return joined by another. The thick digits work into my ass slowly, stretching the tight ring of muscle with great care, but it still hurts, my body resisting the intrusion.
“Push out, ptichka.” His voice is a devil’s whisper, seductive and controlled, even as his cock throbs deep inside me. “Relax and let me in. You’ll like it.”
Panting shallowly, I try to do as he says, fighting the instinctive urge to clench harder. My bound hands flex behind my back, my fingers twitching as they press into my palms. Despite the stinging pain of the invasion, a part of me is curious about this, almost eager in some twisted way. Something about the very discomfort of this—the way my insides cramp and burn, the sensation of being forced and violated—resonates with that strange, submissive streak within me, with the craving for punishment my monster has awakened in me.
If it hurts, it’s not a betrayal.
If I have no choice, I’m not falling for the enemy.
“Yes, that’s it, my love… Now relax and breathe.” The two fingers are inside me now, thick and hard, the edges of his nails abrading tender tissues. It’s too much, too overwhelming, the sensations beyond anything I’ve known. My heart is like a fluttering bird in my chest, my breathing so fast it feels like I’m hurtling into panic. Only his voice keeps me present in the moment, that dark, caressing voice with its subtle accent.
“That’s it, my love… Relax…” His free hand strokes over my hip, the calluses on his palm rasping across my skin. “My pretty ptichka, so delicate, so sweet… It’ll feel better in a moment, I promise you, my love.” Crooning more endearments, he begins to move his cock in slow, shallow thrusts, and my heartbeat picks up further as the rocking movement rubs my clit against the mound of pillows.