“Let go, Seychelle, ride the pain. Let it take you.”
He kept the steady rhythm going, using the strap on her skin, watching the heat blossom, the red turn to purple. She didn’t make a sound, but her body jolted with each movement, and he knew what the mixture of pleasure and pain was doing to her, jumbling the brain, confusing her ideas of what felt good or bad until they were mixed together beyond her comprehension.
He tossed the strap aside, took the toy from her hand and threw it onto the bed. She remained bent over the bench, breathing hard, crying quietly. Savage shed his pants, his cock raging at him. He caught her arms and very gently helped her into a standing position.
“You did so good, baby. I’m so proud of you. What do you need? Tell me. Say it. Say it, Seychelle.”
“I need you to fuck me, Savage. I hurt.”
“You hurt so good,” he replied, his tone sheer velvet. A sin. Teaching her. Training her. He walked her backward until she was against the wall. He circled his cock, so hard and thick, desperate to be in her, but holding it out to her in temptation. “You need my cock, don’t you, baby?”
She reached up and circled her arms around his neck, one leg sliding around his waist, pressing her swollen, inflamed, very needy pussy against him. “I do.” Her tears continued to track down her face. “Savage.”
“You have to say it, Seychelle.”
“I need your cock.” She whispered it to him, a confession of truth.
He picked her up without preamble. “Wrap your legs around my waist, baby.” He didn’t wait. His cock was a monster and she was slick and hot. He drove into her, all but slamming her into the wall. She was tight, a scorching furnace wrapping him in a silken fist, and he began pounding into her. Her hands clutched his shoulders, fingernails biting deep into his skin, then tearing down his back as she tried for purchase so she could use him for leverage to impale herself as deep as she could get him.
“Harder. More,” she whispered. “I’m so close. Make me go over.”
“Not yet,” he denied her. “You wait until I say. It’s going to be so intense, a rush like you won’t believe, baby. I promised you sinful. You’re getting nothing less than spectacular. You deserve it, Seychelle, and I can give it to you.” He pounded into her, over and over, his cock a hot friction, a piston, sawing over the bundle of inflamed nerves. He kept thrusting, watching her face, feeling her body coil tighter and tighter.
Reaching down, he suddenly tugged off the clamp on her right breast fast. As the blood rushed to her nipple, he shifted position just enough to ensure his cock hit the perfect spot inside her, and he kicked up the remote on the plug in her forbidden star while his finger thumped her clit hard. Her eyes went wide in shock.
“Now, baby. Come for me now.”
Her mouth opened in a scream as a powerful orgasm swept through her, taking her over, ripping through her entire body in a merciless, seemingly endless series of tidal waves.
He kept pounding into her right through the tsunami, then gentled as the sensations lessened after a time. He leaned down to lick at her red, hot, sore nipple. “Intense, and such a rush, right, baby? You fucking loved that. I could tell. You’re so perfect. You were born for me, but even more importantly, I was born for you.”
Savage began to move in her again, watching not just the chain on her breast swing; now the clamp he had released was swinging as well. The remaining clamp would tighten unless Seychelle could hold herself still. She became aware of the problem and tried to stay motionless, letting him do the work, but his cock was a monster, thick and long, invading her tight tunnel, the friction merciless.
Her body responded in spite of the wild, out-of-control orgasm she’d just experienced, already coiling hotter and tighter. He could feel her tight muscles gripping him like a fist, trying to milk him, desperate for his seed. He had left the vibrator on between her cheeks, keeping those forbidden nerve endings fired up. He slapped her bottom hard and then raked his fingernails across her cheeks.
Her breath hissed out. Ragged. Rushed. The liquid in her eyes put even more steel in his cock. He thought he might explode between the love and lust rising in him, threatening to overwhelm him. She’d wrapped herself around his heart so fast he hadn’t known what hit him. She gave him everything. He hadn’t yet earned that, but she gave it to him anyway.
His hips surged into hers, a ruthless machine, pounding out his love, his need of her total surrender, of her gift to him. The feeling was indescribable, moving through his body like an incomparable drug, rushing through his veins, a fire that built and built in intensity. Her body reacted, that silken fist tightening, twisting, tonguing and gripping his cock greedily. Her hips began to frantically reach for his, catching his rhythm, pulling back to come in just as hard so they came together in a mad rush of heated, frenzied fucking.