Page 33 of Gladiator's Captive
Her sounds of surrender were like music to my ears and my cock swelled even more, my balls aching, pulsing with the need to claim what was mine. To possess the flesh of the one I had chosen above all others. There was no other for me.
Serena was mine as I was hers.
“Say it,” I commanded. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” Serena whispered, her voice husky, fragrant juices dripping down the inside of her thighs, their scent making me crazed. “I need you. Please.”
She wiggled her hips, pushing them against the invasion of my thumb. I pulled out and applied a series of fast swats to her plump bottom. Her firm flesh jiggled pleasingly, and I smiled. She was perfect in every way.
“Don’t move. You won’t come until I allow you to.”
She whimpered at my instructions, but remained perfectly still. I growled my approval. This was how I wanted her. Bent and obedient, dripping with arousal, ready for whatever I wanted to take from her, whatever I wanted to give her.
I wanted to make her fly so high she would not come down for hours. I wanted her entire body to writhe under mine until she begged not for more release, but for the sweet oblivion of sleep.
I wanted this claiming to be worthy of a true Muharib mating.
I pushed my thumb in her tiny, puckered hole, and was gratified by another moan, this time one of mixed pleasure and pain. Yes, she was a worthy mate, savoring all the sensations that I had to offer, embracing pain and pleasure in an equal way. Capable of tasting all the subtle joys in both.
“Yes, that’s it, relax for me.” I rewarded her obedience by stroking her tiny nerve bundle with my other hand as she accepted the invasion of her back entrance. Serena braced her cheek on the wood, her eyes closed, her body in total surrender. Unmoving and obedient, ready to receive my claim.
“Good girl.” I licked my lips as I collected more of her juices, then coated her back entrance with them, making the small, tight hole slick with lubricant. “You should enjoy belonging to me. I want you to come as I fuck your hole.”
I moved behind her, the tip of my cock glistening with more lubricating fluids as I pressed the blunt tip of it to her hole. She whimpered and moaned as I pushed my way inside, slowly but without stopping, until I was embedded in the tightness of it.
“That’s it. Take me, take me all.” I felt the quivering of her muscles relax around my cock as I pushed it all the way inside. It was hot and tight, much tighter than her pussy.
I enjoyed every inch of it.
“I’m going to fuck your ass often. As often as you’re going to need to be punished, little girl. This is what bad girls get for not obeying.”
I pulled out almost completely, then slammed into her. Serena cried out, the sound high-pitched in the small room. The tip of my cock had grown in size, round and full. Making her feel every inch of the possession of her flesh as I pounded into her. More juices dripped from her pussy, the pain turning her on even more. They coated the top of my legs, dripping to my balls, making me ache for my own release.
But not yet. She had a lesson to learn, one I intended to teach her.
I fucked her ass with a purpose in long, harsh strokes as she whimpered and cried. She remained perfectly still, accepting the punishment with the pain, her body reveling in it.
My hand strayed to her pussy, the flesh hot and wet, swollen with her need for release.
“Now come as I fuck your ass.” I commanded her as I tugged on her swollen clit, pinching at the same time. Inflicting pain with pleasure, asserting my utter and total control.
She screamed as she came while I fucked her ass in punishing, harsh blows. I could feel every quiver of it, every inch of her tight passage firming around my cock.
It was too much, even for me.
I fucked her harder. Harsher.
My fingers on her clit relaxed as her climax slowed down. I wanted her to come again, wanted her to come until she could not bear it anymore.
I didn’t have to wait long. As her scream died down and her muscles relaxed, another climax took her as I changed my hold on her clit from pulling to rubbing. I rolled her tiny nub between my thumb and index finger as her voice broke into another orgasm.
And another. Then another.
Time stopped having meaning as Serena’s cries of pleasure turned into sobs. Good. She was learning her lesson. Pain could fall over the line of pleasure. Rapture turning to agony.
My balls ached, the pain of holding on to my own pleasure like a stab in my guts.
The lesson was over.
