Page 64 of Bared Betrayal
“Do not move.”
It’s sweet, sweet fucking torture.
“Do want to suck my cock down your throat? Feel it cut off your air as I fuck your mouth?”
I only manage a simple nod, too focused on the tease of a taste he’s giving me. I don’t see him raise the flogger again, this time hitting my nipples in quick succession. I jerk and do my best not to let his cock move from my tongue, keeping it as still as possible.
He keeps whipping my breasts—pain and pleasure laced across my skin until I’m shaking, panting, and feel my arousal drip from my pussy.
Lying there, bound, with his cock on my tongue as I pant, sweat covering my body, my thighs trembling, I’m already teetering on the ledge of euphoria. Just a little more. It’s all I need. I’m right fucking there.
One last strike directly to my clit, and my back arches as I come, letting out a scream he chokes off by grabbing my hair and twisting my head so he can shove his cock down my throat.
I’m a gagging mess as he brutally fucks my face, using me as his little slut, shoving his cock down my throat, holding me down as I struggle. My lungs burn. My jaw aches. And tears stream down the sides of my face.
Abruptly, he pulls out, and I desperately suck air until it fills my lungs. I’m still trying to catch my breath when he moves and pushes his hard length into my pussy. I don’t know if it’s the position I’m in, the plug, or a toxic mix of everything, but he’s stretching me more than he has before, and I can feel every inch of him slide against my inner walls as he fucks me so fast, so hard.
Without messing up his rhythm, he reaches for the little black box, and with a wicked grin, he flips a little switch on the side and the plug in my ass comes to life, causing me to cry out loudly. It sends vibrations through my overstimulated body. Even his cock seems to make the vibrations stronger, dragging them over the most sensitive spots inside me.
“Please, sir.”
“Beg me to fuck your ass.” He turns the plug up a little more. It’s too much and not enough at the same time.
“Beg me to fuck your ass,” he repeats and turns up the dial again.
I open my mouth, and nothing comes out but a low groan.
“I will make you come when I fill your perfect little ass. All you have to do is beg.” He’s taunting me now, and I fucking love it.
“Please, sir.”
I groan in agony when he pulls out of my pussy, leaving me empty, then yanks the plug out, replacing it with his cock, slowly sliding it in inch by exquisitely painful inch. It hurts, it feels wrong, but I love it. I love the control he is taking. I love how I don’t have options. There is nothing for me to think about, no choices to make. He’s in control. The risk, the responsibility, the choices are all his, and I trust him to take care of me and give me the sweet agony I crave.
Gabriel presses his thumb to my clit and rubs in slow circles, his shaft sliding in and out of my ass with the help of the lube he used mixed with my own arousal coating his cock.
“When I tell you to come, you better come hard. Let me hear the pleasure I’m fucking into you.”
“Yes, sir.” My words are barely audible. I’m panting so hard my breaths are shallow because of the way I’m still bent. He fucks into me harder but keeps the pressure on my clit, working my body, using my body.
“You look so fucking beautiful with my marks covering your breasts and ass. Jesus Christ, you’re so fucking tight,” he growls. “Now, come for me.”
My body releases before I even process his command, and I scream out his name as my orgasm tears me in fucking half.
He roars with his release, his fingers digging into my thighs. Sweat covers his brow and chest, and his jaw is slack as he rides out his high.
Still buried to the hilt inside me, he reaches up and releases my wrists from the spreader bar, and then my ankles, one by one, gently easing my legs down straight.
I groan out the last stretch, my body aching in places I never knew I had.
He pulls me up so I am sitting on the edge of the bed, and I notice the sheet is soaked. I look up at him, a little confused.
“You know, not every woman can squirt when she comes, so to find one who can squirt during anal sex must be an even rarer gift. It makes me want to find out how many other surprises this sweet little body holds. Come on.” He takes my hand. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
“Wait.” I inch back.
He studies me with those brilliant blues. “What is it?”
“Do you always do this with your…you know, other women?”
