“Creigh…p-please…please…” I don’t recognize my voice or the lust in it.
I don’t recognize the need rippling, aching, contracting in my core.
He runs his crop over my hard nipples and I shudder.
“This is supposed to be a punishment, little purple, remember? And yet your cunt is dripping a pool on the mattress. So messy.”
“Please…please…”
“Please what?” He teases the tips of my excruciatingly painful and stimulated breasts. “Let you come?”
Unable to find words, I nod frantically.
“But that’s a privilege exclusive to good girls, and you haven’t been one tonight, Annika. Do not come.”
The crop swishes in the air before it slaps my nipples again.
I’m a goner.
The wave that slashes through me is so different from any other orgasm I’ve experienced before. The power of it nearly blinds me.
It’s a mixture of pain, pleasure, sobs, moans, and an unending throbbing ache.
It’s a symphony of contracting muscles and a flooding arousal.
My nails dig into the rope for dear life as I fall on and on with no landing in sight.
A low, dark tutting sound surrounds me.
“I told you not to come, didn’t I?” The rich darkness of his tone freezes me in place.
The mattress dips and soon after, he removes the blindfold.
I blink away the tears as light blinds my now sensitive eyes. That’s when I see Creighton between my legs, his pants half down and his hard cock cradled in his hand.
He does a long jerk, handling himself with assertive roughness that dries my mouth. “I’m going to rip through your cunt and own you, Annika. I’ll mark you so no one dares to come near you again.”
Before I can say anything, he wrenches the sex toy away and thrusts inside me in one go.
His groan and my gasp mix and echo in the air. If I thought the toy filled me, then he’s tearing me apart.
My whole body jolts and I hold on to the ropes for dear life.
Creighton stops, and his ocean eyes turn from dark lust to bewildered lust. “You’re…a virgin?”
“It’s okay,” I breathe out, nails digging into the rope. “It’s okay if it’s you.”
“Fuck,” he curses low, so low that I hardly hear him.
Then he reaches to the side and retrieves a knife. Please don’t tell me that’s what he used to remove my panties earlier.
With expert moves, he cuts the rope around my wrists, pulls me against him, then reaches back to undo my ankles.
All while his cock fills me to the brim and the welts on my breasts throb, eliciting both pleasure and pain.
Creighton lies me back on the bed, his hands on either side of my face. His ocean eyes get lost in mine, dark and unyielding, as he slowly rocks his hips. “A fucking virgin. Why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin, Annika, hmm?”
“I didn’t think it mattered,” I say between moans, falling into the rhythm of his cock.
“It matters if I was planning to fuck you like an animal.”
I reach out both hands, ignoring the red marks on my wrists, and place my palms on his cheeks. “I like it when you’re an animal.”
“Fuck.”
He says it in a voice that’s barely audible before he crashes his lips to mine and thrusts into me. I can tell he’s suppressing his true self in his attempts not to hurt me.
But when I dig my nails into his back and rock my hips, he ups his rhythm on and on until he’s wrecking me from the inside out.
The ache from the welts adds to the friction and he pushes back to whisper, “Do you feel how your cunt strangles my cock, demanding more? It’s my cunt, isn’t it?”
I nod, letting the pleasure wash all over me.
“Say it.”
“It’s yours…”
“Tell me to fuck my pussy as I want.”
“Fuck your pussy whichever and whatever way you want.” I shudder.
“Fuck.” Thrust. “Your cunt was made for me.” Thrust. “You are made for me.”
He slides all the way out, then slams back in. My vision whitens as the orgasm hits me with a strength I didn’t think was possible after the pleasure from earlier.
This time, I call his name as he pounds and pounds until I’m driven to the edge, literally and figuratively.
“Creighton… Creigh…”
“I love it when you call my name with that erotic little voice of yours.” He strokes my lips, my cheek, my nose, peppering hard kisses everywhere. “I love your face when you’re being ripped apart by my cock.” His rhythm goes up and up until the headboard bangs against the wall from the power behind his brutal fucking. “But most of all, I love how you take me like a good fucking girl.”