Page 55 of Compulsion

“Beautiful,” he praises, his eyes fixed on my most intimate area. His thumb carefully parts my folds, inspecting me like I’m a priceless treasure. “My cunt is so pretty and pink. And so wet for me.”

He’s talking about my body as though he owns it. I signed the contract and gave myself to him. Every part of me belongs toDane now, and surrendering to him is the most erotic high I’ve ever experienced.

His forefinger dips between my labia, easing inside me in a slow slide. My inner muscles clamp down on the intrusion, but there’s no pain.

My eyes sting with the force of my relief. I don’t have to pretend with Dane. Being with him like this feels right, and my body finally makes sense to me for the first time in my adult life. I desire him, and my sex has softened to accommodate him. This is fully consensual, and yet, I’m more than ready to open myself for his cock.

I’ve never experienced anything like it.

What we’re doing is undeniably kinky, but I feel like a normal woman, not a perverted deviant who can only experience pleasure when forced.

Dane is the only one who can give me this gift, and I will grant him anything in return.

He eases a second finger into my tight channel, and I tense for a moment at the sensation of fullness. He shushes me gently and presses his sensual lips directly to my clit.

Stars burst across my vision, and I blink hard so that I can remain fixated on his handsome face drawn in sharp, hungry lines. He flicks his tongue over my clit, and my knees buckle. He catches me with his arm braced beneath my ass, and his fingers press into the welts left by the cane. The flare of pain sends me flying even higher, and I’m oddly weightless. Only the iron band of Dane’s arm behind my thighs keeps me chained to reality.

“Open up for me, pretty pet,” he urges between licking my clit. “I’ll need to stretch your tight pussy wide enough to accept your master’s cock.”

He crooks two fingers inside me, finding a sweet spot I’ve never known before. My entire body convulses at the vicious pulse of pleasure, and I cry out as the orgasm rakes through me.

“Don’t stop,” he commands. “I want more. You will give me everything, Abigail.”

“Yes!” I shout when he circles my clit with his tongue. “I’m yours. All yours.”

Ecstasy crashes in relentless waves, pleasure churning through me like a riptide. I’m powerless against him, completely at his mercy. I experience bliss at his whim, and he intends to drown me in it.

My head drops back on a primal scream of release as all of my emotional walls crumble away beneath his onslaught. I don’t have to hold myself together. I don’t have to pretend to be something I’m not. Dane has stripped me bare to reveal the dark truth at my core, and he’s still holding me as though I’m wanted. Valued. Worthy.

“That’s it,” he urges. “You’re mine.”

A third thick finger slides into me, and this time, the edge of pain is a sweet sharpness to my pleasure. He pumps into me in ruthless strokes, willing my body to accommodate him however he chooses. At the same time, his teeth graze my clit.

“Please…” I writhe in his grip, but there’s nowhere for me to go. “It’s too much… I can’t…”

“You can take it,” he says, a command rather than a reassurance. “I want another orgasm.”

My eyes slide closed on a low moan. Pain flares on my inner thigh when he sinks his teeth into my soft flesh in rebuke.

“Look at me.”

The deep green facets of his glittering eyes are sharp enough to cut into my soul.

“You belong to me, Abigail. Tell me.”

A tear slides down my cheek and wets my lips as I murmur, “I’m yours.”

He bites my thigh again, and I cry out at the shock of pain that layers over the waves of pleasure he’s coaxing from that sensitive spot inside me.

“Master,” he corrects me, his voice dark with warning.

“Master,” I whisper it like a prayer. “I’m yours, Master.”

He releases a savage sound, and he buries his face between my legs like he wants to devour me. My clit stings in sensitized protest after the multiple orgasms, but my master isn’t finished with me.

My core contracts helplessly around his invasive fingers as he plays me like his favorite instrument, drawing pleasure from my overstimulated body until I’m babbling and weeping for mercy.

But he has none.

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