Page 56 of Caging Cessie
They were both panting by the time he was fully seated in her. He held her that way for a moment, and then started to thrust.
Except he didn’t thrust in and out. Instead, he stood still and pulled her onto his cock. With only two points of contact with the floor, she had no leverage to hold her body still even if she wanted to. He yanked her back onto his cock, then pushed her forward with the hold on her hips only to yank her back again. Her hair hung to the floor, sweeping it as he used her like a sex toy. The bells on her wrists and ankles weren’t moving much, but the bells dancing from her aching clit chimed.
She watched in the mirror as he rocked her body forward and back, forward and back. She was helpless and loved every second of it, even as her head started to ache from being upside down.
“Fuck,” he snarled, “fuck you’re so tight. I can feel the fucking ice cubes click against each other in your ass.”
Her sex, so desperately empty, clenched down in reaction to his words.
“Harder, please, harder.” She wanted him to use her. Abuse her. “I want to be your fuckdoll. Your plaything. Your?—”
With a snarl he pulled out of her ass. A second later and she was free of the spreader bar.
His hands pulled her to a standing position. Cruel fingers reached around from behind, pinched her nipples until she cried out.
“I’m going to come deep in your pussy.” He seemed to loom over her shoulder, a dark, deadly presence. “You’re going to tell me who you belong to while I fuck you. You’re going to look at me as I come in your pussy and you promise that my cock is the last cock to ever touch you.”
Something shifted between them, because those words were about promising more than her present, but her future as well.
She nodded and he twisted her nipples one last time before dragging her into the bedroom.
Walking made the clamp on her clit pull and twist as her thighs brushed the dangling bells. She whimpered, “My clit.”
Leon yanked open the cage door and pushed her down onto the bed. He grabbed her legs behind the knees and raised them, forcing her legs up with her butt almost hanging off the edge.
He spread her legs wide, her sex flowering open for him. The clamp on her clit shifted, the bells tapping against her labia and entrance.
“Look at me, baby.”
Cessie opened her eyes, swimming up through the layers of arousal and submission until she was fully there, fully aware of the moment.
Leon held her gaze, reached down between her legs, and yanked the clamp off her clit.
Cessie screamed, pain shooting through her. Except it was both more and less than pain. It was pure sensation, devoid of labels.
And her body responded too it, her vagina and ass both clenching.
A second later his cock tunneled into her with one long, hard thrust.
Again, she screamed, but this time it was unmistakably in pleasure.
“Edge, edge, edge,” she chanted desperately. The pleasure of being full after days of need brought her right up to the precipice.
“Come for me, baby. Come on my cock.”
Her legs were hooked over his arms, giving him complete control of her lower body. He spread her open wider, lifted her a little and then thrust in again.
Again, pleasure ripped through her. Only a few other times in her life had she orgasmed without direct clit stimulation.
And it was going to happen again today.
She’d been too needy for too long, and as he switched from long, deliberate thrusts to hard, brutal fucking, that sweet pressure inside her reached the breaking point.
“I love you. I love you,” she panted. “My Master, my Leon. I love you. I’m yours. Now. Always.”
“Mine,” he growled, sounding savage, as if his control too were shredded, but not in a way she feared. In a way she craved, because it meant she affected him as much as he affected her.
“I will fuck you and love you and take care of you until I die. I will use you and worship you and—” his words cut off on a choked sound.
