Page 56 of Pandora's Pleasure
My trembling certainly was, too, as were my moans as I squirmed beneath him. Unable to reach for his back, I strained against the cuffs, my wrists and ankles sore from the metal; but the sensation of restraint was pure ecstasy. I welcomed the sense of helplessness…being conquered by this man.
He rested his head on my chest. “I want to pound you but it’s too soon.”
“I want it.”
He shook his head. “Not yet. How does it feel?”
My jaw slackened as he rolled his hips in a circle. “Oh, it feels good, my pussy feels so…”
He nestled his face into my hair and whispered, “Say how your cunt feels out loud.”
This was him asking for the sake of the camera, I just knew it. Instead of hating him for it, I adored the idea of this being recorded to be savored at another hour. I didn’t care if he showed it to anyone. The idea of others watching him fuck me caused my arousal to spike—proving my desires were similar to his. I shuddered as my imagination overflowed with all the possibilities of what else he might do.
That video I’d seen of the ménage-a-trois rushed back into my thoughts, and I realized how nearly impossible it would be for me to endure being taken by two men at the same time. One man was more than enough.
“Your cock is so deep,” I cried out.
“And?”
“I’m so wet!”
“Good girl.”
“It feels so good.” I squirmed furiously beneath him, my breasts rubbing against his hard chest.
“Fight me, baby,” he growled. “Resist me.”
My hips lifted with each thrust, welcoming more of him.
His cock burrowed even deeper, causing me to arch and writhe and yell for more. I wanted to touch him.
“Play with my clit,” I begged.
Damien withdrew his length and I cried out at the loss of fullness, struck by the cruelty of him denying me what I’d grown accustomed to…what I deserved.
He reached for the metal cuffs around my ankles and unhooked them. Damien sat up and then lifted my legs to pull me closer so that I was half laying on the bed and half on him, my thighs wrapped around his waist with my ankles together behind his back.
His throbbing cock found my entrance again, shoving all the way inside and giving me what I begged for.
His left hand eased apart my wet folds and his right finger vigorously flicked my clit, slowing down to move in a circular motion as my body welcomed his hard thrusts.
It felt like my soul was being obliterated, the intense, blinding pleasure becoming unbearable, stealing the breath from my body.
I finally caught air into my lungs and let out a scream, intoxicated by him and his masterful dominance. My thighs spread farther apart, my hips bouncing to demand a deeper fucking from him. Taking over, I pummeled him right back with my own frenzied thrusts, submerged in this wild place of insatiable need that drove me to pound myself against his cock as though only this would save me.
I stared at his face as my frenzied movements began to slow, glimpsing in his eyes the pure lust he was feeling for this new me. For what I could become.
My thighs trembled violently and I took in rasping breaths, rising from what felt like a dream, aware of Damien pulling out but too weak to demand he stay joined with me.
I watched as he sat back and ripped off the condom, my thighs still splayed wide, soaking wet pussy throbbing and sore.
His right hand tugged on his bulging cock, working himself with swift hard strokes, his expression contorted as though possessed by agony at the moment he shot a stream of cum over my pelvis in arches of white.
A mask of dominance on his face, his gaze roamed over me with pride—the gift of his orgasm shimmering over me. His semen had anointed my skin.
Am I yours now?
Intoxicated by him, reeling from the delirium, I reveled in the beauty of this silent moment…the first true song of my heart.
