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This isn’t about my pleasure. It’s about breaking her defenses. Making her body betray her mind until she accepts what I’ve known from the beginning.
She’s mine. Has always been mine.
Her body trembles through another release, her cries echoing through the chamber. The neural restraints flash data across the monitor—pulse racing, endorphin levels spiking, adrenaline surging. I don’t need the readings to know I’ve pushed her past her limits. Her pleasure is written across her flushed face, her gasping breaths, and the trembling of her thighs against my palms.
I rise slowly, wiping her essence from my mouth with the back of my hand. The pressure in my cock is unbearable, straining painfully against my zipper. I’ve denied myself relief while focusing solely on her, but now?—
“I can’t wait anymore,” I murmur, reaching for my belt.
The sound of metal against leather makes her eyes snap open. She freezes, pupils dilating with fear as I unzip my pants and free my aching cock.
“Shh, little butterfly,” I soothe, noting how her breathing quickens. “I’m not going to fuck you. Not yet.” I lean closer, my voice dropping to a whisper. “That’s for later.”
Her eyes widen as she takes in my size, her gaze fixed on my hand working up and down my length.
“You’re—” she swallows hard, shaking her head slightly. “You’re too fucking big. That won’t... I can’t...”
A dark chuckle escapes me. I love the fear in her voice, the way it mingles with reluctant arousal. Her body’s betrayal of her mind is the sweetest victory.
“You will,” I promise, my thumb circling the sensitive head. “I’ll make sure of it. I’ll prepare you so thoroughly that you’ll be begging for it when the time comes.”
I stroke myself a few more times, watching her eyes follow every movement of my hand. The fear in her gaze only heightens my arousal, making my cock throb painfully. Pre-cum beads heavily at the tip, and an idea forms in my mind.
“You’re already so wet for me, little butterfly,” I murmur, stepping closer to the chair. “But I want to make you wetter. Want to mark you as mine.”
I position myself between her spread thighs, my cock jutting proudly from my open pants. Slowly, deliberately, I lower my hips until the swollen head brushes against her slick folds. The contact sends electricity shooting up my spine, and I have to clench my jaw to curb my urges.
“Fuck,” I hiss as I drag the sensitive head through her wet heat, coating it with her arousal while leaving trails of my pre-cum across her skin. “So soft. So fucking perfect.”
Each slow pass of my cock against her sensitive bundle of nerves makes her jerk in the restraints. Despite her earlierprotests, her body responds beautifully, her hips lifting to increase the pressure.
“Stop,” she gasps, but the word lacks conviction as a moan escapes her lips.
I smile, continuing to tease her entrance without penetrating. “Your mouth says stop, but your body is begging for more. Look how wet you’re getting.”
I circle her clit with the head of my cock, watching as her eyes roll back. More pre-cum leaks from me, marking her intimately as I slide back and forth through her folds.
“I’m claiming you,” I declare, pressing just slightly against her entrance before dragging back up to her clit. “Marking you as mine. Can you feel it?”
A frustrated sob escapes her throat as I continue my relentless teasing.
“Do you remember what you just said, little butterfly?” I whisper, leaning close to her ear while maintaining the agonizing friction between us. “About me being too fucking big? That you couldn’t take me?”
Her only response is a strangled moan as I circle her entrance, applying enough pressure to stretch her slightly before pulling away.
“Not feeling so concerned about that anymore, are you?” I taunt. “Look at you now—practically gushing for me. I bet you’re aching to feel this thick cock stretching you out. Filling you completely.”
I slow my movements to an excruciating pace, watching her frustration build. Her teeth sink into her lower lip, trying to hold back the pleas I know are building inside her.
“Ask me,” I command. “Ask me to fuck you. I want to hear those perfect lips beg for what they were made for.”
She shakes her head, a final act of defiance even as her hips strain upward, chasing the contact as I pull back slightly.
“Such a perfect girl,” I praise, trailing my fingers up her inner thigh. “Fighting even when your body’s surrendering. That brilliant mind is still battling while your pussy begs me.”
I dip my head to place a gentle kiss on her neck, then whisper against her skin, “That’s why you’re perfect for me, Sadie. No one else could handle the darkness in me... because you have your own beautiful darkness inside you. We’re both a little broken, a little twisted,” I murmur. “That’s why we fit together so perfectly. Don’t you feel it?”
I remain crouched between her spread thighs, my cock sliding through her slick folds. The friction is exquisite—her wet heat against my throbbing length creating a pleasure so intense it borders on pain.
