Page 33 of Enslaved

My fingers pinched harder before letting go. Three fingers plunged inside her needy pussy. She screamed, lifted her hips off the bed, fucking my fingers, taking them deeper inside. I curled the tips up, finding the swollen nerves of her G-spot. I stroked her to the edge of the cliff leaving her dangling over the side.

“Sign it, and I’ll take the pills, so I can relieve you, making you come all night long.”

She closed her eyes, turning her head. If she only knew her obstinance only made me want her more.

My hand raised, coming down hard on her mound. I slapped her pussy twice, hearing her sweet cries of pain mixed with pleasure.

“Fine. I’ll sign it,” she relented in a barely audible whisper. I gave her the pen, the smell of her wafting from my fingers as our hands brushed.

“I was a fool for thinking you were rescuing me tonight.”

“I’ll never rescue you little dove. My mission is to pull you under.”

She gasped as my head bent to suckle her breasts sweetly. My hands dropped between her thighs to circle her clit, slide through her slit, and massage the sting from my slaps away.

“You-you promised,” she moaned.

“I did.”

With a mock toast, I slipped the pills from my pocket, washing it down with the rest of the water in the bottle from the nightstand. It would take thirty minutes to hit my system since I’m larger than her and unimpaired. With physical pleasure being the only thing I can feel, I figured why not burn hot with her—my obsession, tonight. I untied Jessie’s other hand, scooped her up so I could rinse her in the large shower.

“Undress me,” I commanded, setting her on swaying feet. She hesitated, shaky fingers finally reaching the white buttons on my dress shirt. She was slow, as she popped them one by one, sliding it off.

“Good girl. Undo my pants next.”

She bit her lip; fresh blood trickled down her plump lower lip. I pressed my thumb to her wound then brought it to my mouth. The sight of her bleeding had my cock leaping to get out.

Her hands touched my belt buckle, I lifted her chin, locking our eyes together as her hands worked me free.

She gasped feeling my swollen, leaky head in her palm.

I hissed at the first touch of her calloused palms circling my cock. “You’re not so innocent are you, little dove?”

“I’ve had boyfriends…,” she uttered.

“Don’t ever mention former lovers in my presence again. My cock is your king now. Bow.” I grabbed her by the hair, pushing her down. “Suck.”

She resisted. “You promised, tonight would be about me.”

“I lied,” I shrugged pressing her shoulders down until she sank to her knees. “Open your mouth—you dirty little slut and take it all like a good girl or I’ll tie you back up.”

Her tongue darted out hesitantly stroking my meaty tip. The pads of my fingers dug into her scalp as I brought her head closer to my shaft. “That’s it, my good girl. Take it in inch by inch.”

I groaned feeling her hot little mouth work my shaft. I watched as she took me in until the tip of my dick hit the back of her throat. She started to gag, but I held her head still. My hips pumped back and forth, fucking her mouth.

“Fuck. I’ve pictured this moment for weeks,” I muttered more to myself than her. The sounds of my balls slapping against her throat bounced off the mosaic tiled walls. I grunted, mesmerized by the sight of my pre-cum dribbling down her chin. I wanted to spank her thickly muscled ass; make her mine in every sexual way I could, but instead, my balls drew up tight as my climax ripped through me, spilling down the back of her throat. She gagged, choking on the river of my release, but I wouldn’t relent. I held her fast making her swallow every salty drop.

“Good girl,” I murmured, softly stroking her cheek while she looked at me with hate filled eyes. But she still needed me. Her hands were between her legs sliding up and down her slit. She hated me, but her body was still on fire seeking relief.

“In you go,” I murmured with my hands on her ass cheeks nudging her into the steamy shower. I squeezed scented soap into my hands, running them over her body, learning every curve of her frame.

Jessie was mine. I didn’t question the deep need filling the bottomless cavern inside my chest.

“Turn. Place your hands flat against the wall, spread your legs and prepare to get the fucking of your life.”

I didn’t give her time to answer because my meaty dick slammed inside her before she could speak. I rammed into her over and over again as the water rained down on us. I turned the jets to cold, as the Ecstasy I swallowed started to fire up my blood to boiling.

Every thrust into her body was sexual napalm.

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