Alpha King by Sara Fields

Chapter 3

Ava

He couldn’t mean that. He couldn’t. I told myself that over and over because I was in unknown territory. If I refused, would he make me come again? Would he leave? Would he do something else?

Did he want to fuck me?

Did I want him to?

I swallowed hard and met his eyes. At once, all the questions in my mind fell away. He was dead serious. I’d never been so certain of anything in my life.

I was exhausted. My pussy was sore. My clit and my nipples throbbed hot.

But I still had my pride. It was all I had left.

I shook my head, refusing him for a third time. I would never ask for him to remove my panties. I wouldn’t be a willing participant in whatever this was.

Not now. Not ever.

His mouth set in a firm line and without missing a beat, he pulled his fingers from my pussy and tore my panties clean off. The fabric caught my sensitive folds, ripping against my aching clit and burning hot like a brand. I cried out, feeling as though he’d scraped my flesh from my body. I blinked hard, trying to rein back the tears that suddenly threatened to fall. My pussy ached long after he tore my panties from me, a powerful reminder of just how strong he was.

Fire.

Oh, God.

It hurt.

My clit wouldn’t stop burning.

I couldn’t stop screaming so he took my soaked panties and stuffed them in my mouth, effectively gagging me with them. The taste of my own arousal washed across my tongue, sweet and musky and shamefully arousing. I felt myself blush with embarrassment, blazing even hotter when I saw his gaze dip downward to take in the sight between my legs.

His fingers curled around my pussy, and he met my eyes with his hard unforgiving ones.

“Bad girl. I gave you three chances and still, you refuse me. I wasn’t planning on spanking this naughty little pussy tonight, but you most certainly earned it,” he growled.

I cried out into the soaked cloth of my panties in fear.

If he hadn’t cut off my ability to speak, I would have begged him not to. I had the feeling it wouldn’t have mattered though. He’d have done it anyway.

The first time his palm slapped against the overly sensitive flesh of my pussy, I screeched around the sodden cloth in my mouth as a rush of fierce agony spread across my wet folds. His hand was fast and hard, striking against my bare flesh with ruthless and terrible intent.

This was a punishment. This hurt a lot and there was no way for me to make it stop. My only choice was to take all of it until he decided that he had given me enough. I wailed in despair.

I tried to close my legs in a protective measure, but he shifted once more and placed a single knee between my thighs, keeping me vulnerable and open to his punishing hand. Over and over, he spanked my pussy, thoroughly punishing my tender flesh as hard as he wanted.

Then he used his fingers to spread my pussy wide open, baring my clit. He spanked that next. I thrashed and writhed as much as I could, but it all was for naught. I squeezed my eyes shut, willing myself not to break.

The last thing I wanted was for him to see me cry.

“I’m sorry,” I screamed into my soaked panties, but he didn’t listen, and I was left to suffer with the taste of my wetness on my tongue and the burning sting of his punishing hand between my thighs.

“Are you ready to tell me where you got the weapon you used to kill the vampires?” he pressed.

I shook my head, trying to tell him to stop and that I desperately wanted him to stop spanking my pussy so brutally hard.

He was a monster. I couldn’t tell him anything.

Even if I wanted this all to stop.

His mouth set in a firm line and his gaze darkened. He held my pussy open and spanked my clit several times in quick succession and then he pinched it so hard that I swore that I saw stars.

I cried out in pain and reluctant pleasure. My pussy felt scalded from his punishment, but still my desire for more seemed to rise from the fire as if it was immortal, and nothing I could do would bring it down.

I didn’t know how it was possible, but I was coming to the terrifying conclusion that he could force me to come for a third time.

I didn’t know if I could take it. I didn’t even know if I was capable of it.

“You will beg to tell me what I want to know,” he warned and the veiled threat in his tone that he could do far more to me if he wanted to was so terrifying that I stilled with fright.

There wasn’t any doubt in my mind that he would.

But I couldn’t give in. With fear, I shook my head. I refused him once more because I had no other choice.

He shifted backwards once more, holding down my legs with the strength of his arms as he lowered his mouth to my pussy. He blew a warm breath over top of my scalded flesh, and I shivered.

“I bit your nipples as punishment earlier, didn’t I little one?” he asked purposefully.

I nodded.

“Your little clit can suffer the same fate,” he warned, and I tried to jerk away in an ill-conceived escape attempt.

I keened into the gag in my mouth as he opened his lips and I watched in open horror as his teeth moved forward and latched around my clit.

For a second, he held my clit just so with his teeth. I shook with panic, unable to do anything but sit there and look on in disbelief before he bit down on my tender bud so roughly and cruelly that the punishing hurt was agony from the first moment.

I cried out before the pain even began. My clit was more than overly sensitive from the two forced orgasms at his hands, and he probably knew it. Pure pain and exquisite pleasure poured through me, two warring sensations and before long, the hurtful edge began to win out. I screamed and I cried out. I begged through the sodden cloth of my panties and when he finally released my clit, I moaned in sheer relief even as it continued to throb with punishing soreness.

As the pain began to fade, I was left with something even more powerful.

Desire.

The unfathomable need for more.

I wanted him to fuck me, and I wanted it badly. I wanted to feel his cock sinking deep into my flesh and I whimpered, trying to cope with the unexpected urge to suddenly offer him the gift of my virginity.

He didn’t let me lose myself in my passionate wants for very long, because he shifted once more and climbed off the bed.

He started to get undressed.

A feeble-sounding mewl escaped my lips, unabated and unwanted. The corner of his lips turned up in a cocky grin. He’d heard me. Very slowly, he began to unbutton his shirt, revealing the dark blond nest of curls along his chest. The fabric opened up and the hard lines of his torso rippled in the shadows, catching my attention for far longer than I wanted them to.

My pussy tightened hard, and I couldn’t help it.

He shrugged off that white button-up and tossed it on the chair by the window. Next, he kicked off his shoes and unbuttoned his slacks, pushing them down his hips. He stepped out of them and tossed them aside too. He sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled his socks off next.

He was wearing a dark, silky looking pair of boxers, but those didn’t last much longer either. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him as he pushed them down too. I lay there frozen, and he flew toward me, straddling my waist once more and pinning me to the bed.

Oh.

My.

Fuck.

His cock.

It was so hard and only inches from my face. I could see every thick ridge, every pulsing vein, and that all paled when I took in the sheer size of it. My pussy clenched down hard in anxious anticipation. Would it hurt if he fucked me? Would I like it? I didn’t know.

I kind of… wanted to know though.

I hated myself for even thinking it. His body weight was heavy over mine and I knew that no matter how hard I bucked, there would be no escaping him.

He reached for me and pulled the sodden panties free from my lips.

“If you aren’t going to talk, little human, I have a different use for that pretty mouth,” he purred, and I hissed with fury. There could be no doubt of what he meant by that, not with his cock only inches from my lips.

The fucking audacity of this man.

“I’ll bite clean through your cock if you try to put it in my mouth,” I spat.

I wouldn’t tell him that I sort of wanted to find out what he tasted like. I wouldn’t tell him that I kind of needed to find out what his cock in my mouth would feel like.

“Good luck. Unless you have silver teeth, that won’t do you much good,” he chuckled, and I forced myself to look away from the throbbing monstrosity of a cock in front of my face.

My blood ran red hot.

He gripped my chin and turned my face right back with one hand before the other slapped my breast hard. His dark eyes held mine as they peppered my chest with hard spanks, catching the tips of my nipples over and over.

My cries echoed all around me, helpless and pitiful and weak. There was nothing to do but take it until he decided that he was through.

Casually, he transferred his weight backwards so that he could touch between my legs. I should have tried to close my thighs and keep him out, but I was ashamed to realize that I was instinctually opening for him, my hips rocking back and forth.

Was he going to fuck me now? Was I going to lose my virginity to a cruel monster?

Instead, he slid two fingers inside me, slowly. Surely. Arrogantly.

My pussy gripped them like a vise.

He pumped them in and out of me, teasing me and a wave of humiliation washed over me as my body reacted of its own accord, like a goddamn traitor. I was never going to get over how much I hated myself right now for responding that way.

His fingers fluttered inside me, and I moaned softly before he drew them out. Without even a second’s hesitation, he forced them in between my lips.

“Suck. Taste yourself on my fingers and then tell me you don’t want my cock in your mouth,” he demanded.

Instinctually, I started to suck his fingers, tasting my own milky sweetness intermingled with the saltiness of his skin. He pushed them in and out of my mouth, going in deeper with every subsequent motion. I closed my eyes and the only thing on my mind was what his cock would taste like against my tongue.

I hated myself for thinking that. I hated myself for wanting that.

I cleaned his fingers off the best that I could. I could see something that was akin to pride in his gaze as I did what he commanded, and when he finally pulled his fingers from my mouth, I was hopeful that I had pleased him.

Without ceremony, he reached between my thighs and pinched my clit. Hard.

I keened, grappling with the painfully intense sensitivity of his punishing hand. I bucked as much as I was able, not an attempt to force him off of me, but more as a way to simply make it through the pain he was forcing on me. When he released my clit, I cried out with relief. He laid the pads of his fingers against my tender bundle of nerves, a silent warning that he wouldn’t hesitate to chastise me that way again in a heartbeat.

I swallowed anxiously.

“I’m going to give you a choice. Either you’re going to talk or you’re going to suck my cock. Now choose. I can keep this up all night,” he growled.

I knew one thing for certain. I knew that I couldn’t keep up with him for that long. I had to choose one or the other, so I chose the lesser evil.

I opened my mouth.

His grin was victorious, and I suddenly grew very nervous about my choice.

His hand slid over top of the comforter on my bed until he cupped the back of my head. I would have thought it an act of tenderness until he slipped his cock between my lips.

He was so much bigger than I realized. My jaw seemed like it was too small for a man of his size and a sudden wave of fright poured over me, causing an icy chill to race down my spine.

I hadn’t picked the lesser evil. I’d picked the greater one.

There was no period of acclimation. No slowly opening my throat. No exploration or mercy of any kind. None of that.

He started fucking my face and he fucked it hard.

There was nothing for me to do but take it.

“I’m going to teach you a lesson with my cock, bad girl. When I’m through with it, maybe then you’ll know better than to refuse to answer my questions,” he warned, and my eyes watered.

I tried to hold my mouth open, keep my teeth pulled back, but it was all in vain. Nothing I did granted me any sort of gentleness. My cheeks started to hurt first, and my lips soon followed. My mouth was too small to take him, so it wasn’t long before the tip of his cock bumped against the ring of muscle at the back of my throat, and it hurt far more when he pushed past that. I gagged, but it didn’t matter either. I tried to control my reflex to push him out, but it was difficult. I didn’t know how.

It was a ruthless punishment. I knew that now.

I cried around his cock, shamefully gagged by his thick length. If I could have spoken, I would have begged for mercy. I would have said that I’d tell him whatever he wanted to know, but I couldn’t. I wasn’t going to be able to speak a word until he finished using my mouth as he saw fit.

As rough as he was, there was a sickening part of me that enjoyed being treated like this. My clit was pulsing hard as his cock throbbed against my tongue. My arousal was slick on my inner thighs, dripping down and I already knew there was a wet spot beneath me because I could feel its cool shameful touch against my skin.

Please.

I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted him to make me come again.

The fucking of my mouth went on and on and I couldn’t stop the fresh wave of tears from streaming down my face from the sheer mercilessness of it.

It was at that point I gave in. My body took over and my mind fled.

I started to suckle him as enthusiastically as I could. I swirled my tongue around his length and as the shock of his roughness faded into helpless acceptance, I began to taste him.

He was salty, a touch sweet, and so entirely masculine. The taste of him only added to the vigorous possession of my mouth and I moaned around his length. With vigorous effort, I swallowed around him, again and again as his cock began to throb even harder against my tongue.

He roared and my pussy clenched tightly with anticipation.

“Only good girls get to swallow, don’t they?” he growled.

I whined around his cock.

“You weren’t a good girl, were you?” he continued dangerously.

He never stopped fucking my mouth.

Please.

Don’t.

“Close your eyes,” he demanded and without thinking I did.

I cried out. I wanted to be a good girl. I wanted to swallow for him. I wanted to beg him to let me show him that I could be good.

He didn’t allow that.

Just when he was about to come, he pulled free from my lips and his thick seed coated my face. It spurted onto my forehead, my eyelids, and my cheeks. I hadn’t had time to close my mouth, so some of it fell onto my tongue and my lips. It was all over my face and I whimpered.

He climbed off of me and grasped my left leg. I was so shell-shocked that I didn’t notice that he bound my ankle with the remnants of my nightgown. By the time that I did, he’d already spread my legs wide open and was working on tying up the right.

His seed dripped down my face. More of it dripped onto my tongue.

He hadn’t allowed me to swallow, but when I finally managed to close my mouth, I did just because it felt like I was defying him. The taste of his seed was bitter at first, but then a creamy salty sweetness followed and even though I felt humiliated by his rough use, I enjoyed that single moment of quiet rebellion.

Now fully bound, I was defenseless as he reached between my legs and pinched my clit firmly once more. I moaned, the sound so shamefully wanton that it made me blush.

“Please,” I begged.

“You will lie here with my cum dripping down your face as punishment while I search your place for answers. Be a good girl. I think you understand now that I know how to deal with very bad ones,” he murmured.

I did now. I really did.

He stood in front of the bed and stared between my thighs.

The effect of his gaze on me was staggering. I should be well past sated by now. I’d experienced pleasure at his hands that had physically shattered me, twice, but the look of his hungry eyes dancing over my soaked, sore flesh made me want more all over again. His stare darkened and I fidgeted just a little bit.

He said nothing, but the look in his eyes said everything.

He wasn’t through with me. Not by a long shot.

“I will return for you, bad girl,” he promised, and I watched with measured sadness as he walked out of the room.

My clit throbbed. If I wasn’t bound, I would have made myself come with my own fingers. I wondered if he’d known that. I glanced down at my breasts, taking stock of my hard nipples and the bright pink marks his fingers had left behind on my pale skin.

For some reason, I found myself proud to wear them. The impressions from his teeth had long faded, but I swore I could still feel them and that made a jolt of arousal spark straight down to my clit.

My tongue poked out from between my lips, catching several drops of his seed. I cleaned off my lips as thoroughly as I could, feeling almost desperate to swallow every bit of it that I could.

With every swallow, I felt myself growing more defiant. I felt more like myself once again.

His cum began to grow cold on my face and I chewed my lower lip. My temporary rebellion faded, and I sniffled, suddenly overcome with emotion. I’m not certain how long he left me for, but by the time he walked back through the door the first wave of tears had begun to fall and was dripping down my face. I watched him come in and my body curled in a quiet sob as I tried to hide just how much his absence had affected me.

He sat down beside me, and he pressed a damp towel against my cheek. He began to wipe the cum and tears from my face and there was a certain tenderness in the way he did it that I didn’t expect.

“There now, that’s a good girl,” he murmured.

He was so thorough and gentle as he cleaned my face and a single thread of guilt pulled at me for trying to defy him all this time. It took me a short while to realize that he’d taken the time to moisten the towel with warm water and that only made my guilt pang even harder. I looked down, unwilling to face the fact that I’d thought him kind, not even for a moment.

“You took my cock so very well, little human. Such a very good girl,” he whispered, and my heart swelled with pride for some unknown reason.

“You came back,” I answered. I wasn’t certain if I believed he was sitting here beside me or if this had all been nothing but a dream. I felt somewhere in the middle of reality and fantasy, as if my brain was captured in a hazy fog.

“I did. I’m a man of my word,” he replied, and I believed him.

He was quiet for a while, inspecting my face for something. I wasn’t sure what.

“I still have questions that need answers, but we need to deal with something first, don’t we?” he asked, and my stomach dropped precipitously with both nerves and sudden unfathomable arousal. His fingers dropped to cup my pussy, gliding along the incredible wetness that had seemingly developed in his absence.

“You’re soaking wet, so much wetter than when I left you,” he observed softly.

A quiet squeak echoed all around me.

“I’m going to need to take care of this,” he murmured, and I was ashamed to realize that my hips were rocking against his touch.

This had all gone to my head and there was nothing I could do to bring it back.

The surface of his fingers pressed firmly against my aching clit. I pressed back against him.

“I’m going to fuck this soaking wet little pussy until you’re sore enough that you’ll feel it all day tomorrow. That is already decided. The only part of this that is up to you now is whether I fuck your naughty little bottom afterwards and that depends on whether or not you tell me what I want to know.”

For a split second, I considered telling him about my father’s murder, how my family had been ruined by his villainous conduct and that the Venuti were probably at fault for some sort of deal gone wrong, but I stopped. I remembered myself and I blinked back tears. There was a part of me that wanted to tell him, but he was a monster too. He was a criminal, and all of this was probably just some terrible form of torture designed to give him the answers he wanted before he killed me. I couldn’t trust him. Not now. Not ever.

Knowing I had no other choice, I just shook my head.

I refused him. Again.

“You should know that the scent of your arousal is only increasing, little human. You continue to fight me, but you can’t stop thinking about what it’s going to feel like when my cock takes your tight little pussy for the very first time,” he observed.

I gritted my teeth.

“Tell me something, little human. Has anyone else ever touched that pretty bottom hole before?” he pressed. I drew in a shocked breath, unable to hide the surprise that surged through me instantly.

Instinctively, I pressed my thighs together. I didn’t want to know where this was going next.

“No,” I sputtered.

“Have you touched that tight little hole?” he pressed, and I couldn’t stop the way my breath pulled in noisily all around me.

He couldn’t know. There was no way.

My face flushed hard, and my legs spread for him. It was an unconscious reaction and entirely involuntary, and I couldn’t stop it. My body had long since taken over the sound logic of my mind. By the ravenous look on his face that followed, he’d seen it too.

I had touched myself back there. One time and I’d never told anyone about it.

What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. Right?

It was after my friend’s bachelorette party, and I’d been pretty drunk. She’d given out gift bags and I’d only opened it after I’d staggered back into the safety of my hotel room to find a small steel butt plug and a packet of lubricant. I’d only used a little bit of the lube before I’d rather hastily pushed the plug inside me. The rubber band of pain after I’d pushed it all the way inside was far more sobering than I ever wanted to admit. The strange part of the whole thing that once the ache had faded to something of a gradual smolder, I’d left it inside me because I’d found myself so turned on that I’d needed to come right after I’d put it in.

Worse than that, I’d used my vibrator on my clit because I’d needed to and before him, it had been the hardest orgasm I’d ever had in my life.

I didn’t tell my friend. I didn’t tell anyone. It was my secret to keep, and I wasn’t about to give it up to the likes of a wolf.

I refused to answer him.

His eyes narrowed with dark promise.

He tore through the binds that held my ankles like they were made of tissue.

“What are you doing?” I shrieked.

“Only human men fuck their women on their back,” he replied. “I’m not human and I’m not going to fuck you that way.”

Roughly, he flipped me over on my stomach and I yelped when he placed one hand in the middle of my back and the other on top of my bare bottom.

I’m not sure why, but him looking at my naked backside was the most embarrassing part of this whole ordeal. I could feel myself blushing hard and his palm smoothed over the surface of my skin. He cupped each cheek, and I was left with the harrowing thought of how his hand dwarfed each side of my ass. His hands were so very big. I found myself pressing back into the hard plane of his palm and just when I thought maybe he was being gentle before he fucked me, he spanked me hard.

I whimpered out loud and a second cruel smack followed.

I was getting the first real spanking of my life. I soon lost count of how many times his palm connected with my bare cheeks. His smacks were relentless and quick and far harder than I was ready for.

I was in so far over my head.

“Stop! You have no right to spank me!” I shrieked.

It hurt so much that I was beginning to fear that I was losing grip of the very last semblances of my control, of my sanity, of everything that made me who I am.

“I do, pretty human. I want this little bottom bright red before I force every last inch of my cock into that tight virgin pussy,” he smirked with amusement.

“Please!”

“It makes me very hard when you beg for mercy, sweet girl, but it’s not going to rescue you from the thorough spanking you’ve had coming since you first refused me,” he countered.

I cried out, feeling helpless.

With his hand in the center of my back, I couldn’t roll to the side. I couldn’t avoid even a single one. His hand was relentless and the longer my spanking continued, the more I convinced myself that his palm must be made of wood. He punished the upper curves of my cheeks, all the way down to the middle of my thighs.

I was his prisoner. His to do with as he wished. His to hurt. His to fuck.

“Please stop,” I pleaded. My voice broke and he started spanking the backs of my thighs exclusively. “Please, alpha. Please,” I begged. Over and over, I tried to appeal to his sympathy. There had been a glimmer of it when he’d cleaned off my face, but it was nowhere to be seen now.

He intended to punish me, and he wanted it to hurt.

It did. So much.

My mind edged at a dark place, teetering on that thin border and I squeezed my eyes shut, just trying to survive before I fell apart.

My entire focus was centered on his hand spanking my backside. It was as if he was branding me with fire with every strike and it was only that much more intense when he punished the backs of my thighs. My hips arched back and forth, and my cries grew louder. Was he going to make me cry? Was that what he wanted? I was terrified that I would.

Would my tears be enough to set me free?

“Your spanking will end when you lift that pretty bottom for me. Present me with that soaking wet little pussy so that I can fuck it,” he demanded.

I didn’t even think.

I just obeyed.

I arched my back and spread my legs, only to earn a very quick flurry of spanks on the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs.

My mouth opened in shock, desperate for air and his punishing smacks stopped.

“Good girl,” he murmured.

My heartbeat nearly skipped a beat at the words of praise.

My bottom burned hot, but my pussy burned far hotter. The hard punishment, the rough humiliating treatment was turning me into a soaking wet mess of arousal and need and red-hot desire. He grabbed my hips and lifted me up onto my knees. With my wrists still bound, I couldn’t reach back or do anything to fight him off.

Not that I wanted to.

I should want to.

But I didn’t.

My pussy ached. It felt so empty, and I knew now that it would soon be very full of this cruel bastard’s deliciously massive cock.

And I couldn’t wait.

“You were wet when I left you covered with my seed, and even wetter when I returned after leaving you to wonder about what might happen next, but you’re absolutely soaked now that you’ve been very thoroughly spanked,” he observed.

I shivered with shame. I’d lost my grip on reality.

I was a prisoner to his wants, his needs, and the worst part of it all was that they had become mine too.

“Do you know what else I can see, little human?”

“No,” I whispered hoarsely.

“I can see your tight little bottom hole practically quivering in anticipation of being fucked there too,” he added, and I squeaked with embarrassment knowing that he could see such a shameful thing and that only made it tighten even more in absolute terror and unfathomable arousal.

The next thing I knew the head of his cock was poised against my entrance. It was scalding hot, and I forgot how to breathe. And then it was inside me.

All of it. In a single brutal thrust.

He breached my virginity without warning and without apology. My entire core blazed hot with fire. My arousal eased his entry, but it still hurt so much more than I imagined it would. He was so big, and my body felt too small and too tight around him. His girth stretched my pussy so widely that even though I was crying out for him to get out, he refused. Instead, he pushed so deeply inside me that his pelvis pressed against the scalded cheeks of my backside.

My pussy clutched hard at him, convulsing with pain and extremely reluctant pleasure as I tried to get used to the sheer size of him inside me.

And then he began to move, and my fucking truly began.

I closed my eyes, trying to grapple with the demons inside me and utterly failing.

I was a prisoner beneath him, held captive by his cock. I knew that I wouldn’t be set free until I broke all over his cock.

There was not even an ounce of tenderness in the way he took me. He used my pussy brutally hard and viciously fast, mounting me like the savage beast I knew he was. My pussy burned from the start, and I knew that his promise to ensure that I felt him tomorrow would be kept.

When this was over, I was going to be very sore. Panic fell over me in waves. I grappled with fear and longing. I warred with my pride. I shouldn’t want to be treated like this.

It shouldn’t be making me wetter.

It shouldn’t make me want to orgasm. Again.

My pussy was so wet that I could hear it with every single thrust of his hard cock. I would have been embarrassed, but his practically feral use of my body held my entire focus.

It hurt so very much at first, but once I reached a certain point, I fell off the edge of something else. My desire hurtled through me with wild abandon, rising higher and higher despite everything in my head that demanded I fight it. My pleasure held me captive, and I feared when it finally reigned free, it would destroy me.

He leaned over me and gripped my shoulder with one hand, using my own body as leverage to fuck me even harder than before. With his other hand, he reached around and captured my clit between his fingers.

My arousal escalated tenfold.

With far too knowledgeable fingers, he stoked my need until I was practically shivering with it in his arms. His cock continued to pound into me brutally hard, a daunting reminder of his strength and power over me, but his touch played across my clit like a lover’s caress. He varied the pressure of his fingertips, slowly building me up so that he could tear me apart.

It wouldn’t take very long.

Even with the aching pain of the hard fucking he was forcing me to take, my pleasure soon raged forth like a hurricane. In seconds, I was overwhelmed and consumed by the incredible sensations warring inside my innocent body. My core twisted hard, and I knew I was tiptoeing along the edge of exquisite ecstasy and cruel agony. As his fingers worked my clit and his cock thrust into me ruthlessly hard, I remained uncertain which sensation would win out.

But I didn’t have a choice. I was going to take one or the other whether I liked it or not. I trembled and shook beneath him and then something inside me snapped.

I screamed his name.

I lost my grip on reality, bridging into the dark world of savage pleasure and ruthless insanity.

My release shattered me into a million different pieces, like shards of glass that would never be put back together again. My legs shook and the physical devastation that followed was so incredibly powerful that I wondered if I could ever go back to being myself after it was all over. My toes curled and my nails dug into the pads of my hands as I suffered on that thin edge of pain and pleasure far more powerful than I’d ever known.

My orgasm went on and on and on.

My mouth opened in a circle, and I gasped, desperate for air and finding none.

I couldn’t tell up from down or left from right. All I knew was that my pussy gripped his cock so hard that I feared it might force him out, but it didn’t. My nipples peaked against the surface of my bed, still sore and aching from the punishing pinches and bites he’d put them through. The more I arched into him, the more they scraped into the comforter and the more I realized that I was doing it on purpose.

I wanted it to hurt.

I was coming this hard because it did.

I screamed for him and by the time the orgasm finally began to fade away into the edges of pure bliss, my voice was hoarse, and a wave of exhaustion surged through me.

But he didn’t stop.

I whimpered fearfully. He didn’t show a single sign that he was starting to slow down.

My satisfied need withered away, only to be replaced with a growing anxiety that I wasn’t going to make it through this. As if he could read my thoughts, his fingers returned to pet my clit and I tried to jerk away from him as an electric surge of discomfort raced through me at his touch.

“I can’t. Please,” I cried out with panic. I wanted to push his hands away, but I couldn’t break my own free.

“You can and you will. You’re going to come again for me and I’m going to mark this pretty little pussy with my seed, little mate,” he murmured.

Mate.

He’d called me his mate.

There was no more time to think. My fucking began again, and I descended back into that dark painful place once more. My ability to focus on anything but the thick cock surging between my thighs fled.

His rough touch pressed against the overly sensitive bundle of nerves even harder, making me scream, and I didn’t stop. I begged for mercy. I pleaded for forgiveness. I told him I’d do anything if he’d stop forcing me to come for him. His fingers mercilessly worked my clit, driving me into the world of pleasure and barely manageable pain once more. Real fear mixed in with the ecstasy and agony and I found myself wondering if I could even survive through yet another orgasm.

I cried out, drowning within the varying emotions that flew through me at his dominant hand. His cock never stopped slamming into me, possessing me, and reminding me that in our world, I was the human and he was the monster.

He was teaching me that my proper place was beneath him and that was the most powerful feeling of all.

I tried to rush back to the surface and reclaim what I’d lost, but I’d long passed the point of having control. I’d lost it somewhere in my own bed. Maybe I’d never even had it in the first place. Maybe he’d taken it the moment he’d first set his eyes on me.

Against my will, I could feel myself approaching a fourth orgasm. I could tell that it was going to be brutally hard and that more than anything, it was going to hurt considerably.

I panicked, but it didn’t matter. He pushed on anyway.

As much as I tried to fight it, he forced it forward, and it poured over me like a pot of boiling water.

From deep within, a blazing fire surged forth, hurtling through my veins and scorching through every last inch of me. I began to scream, just trying to survive the overwhelming storm of pleasure and intensely hot agony that scalded me from within. My core twisted hard, and my clit pulsed with one jolt of aching sensation over and over again until I lost every bit of myself.

I thrashed beneath him. I writhed into his thrusts, taking him deeper and deeper until I felt his massive girth throb inside me. He roared with his own pleasure, and it forced my orgasm even higher, throwing me into a pleasurable panic as I suffered for him while wholly impaled on his cock.

His seed spurted deep inside me, fiery whiplashes of cum that lashed inside me so hot that I feared that it might brand my pussy with his mark. He pounded into me, enjoying every last second of his orgasm as he conquered me with every inch of his big cock.

That final release broke me, and I soared into the heavens.

I floated somewhere in a dark void in the seconds following that orgasm. It was free of the worries of the world and everything that troubled and scared me. It was a beautiful place, so very peaceful and so wonderful that I found myself wanting to stay there forever.

It was the blissful numbness of complete and utter surrender.

His soft touch brought my head very slowly back to Earth. His touch was tender and soft, and it took me several minutes to realize he’d freed my hands. Carefully, he began to massage my shoulders, probably to help soothe tension, but I was so well satisfied and dazed that I felt nothing of the sort. He gathered me in his arms and arranged me so that I was on my side facing his chest. He wound his arms around my waist and pulled me firmly against him.

I blinked several times and I realized that my cheeks were wet. When I licked my lips, they tasted salty, and it eventually dawned on me that final orgasm had been so powerful that I’d started to cry. My sobs quickened and my body racked forward and in some crazy place in the insanity of it all, I clutched at him with my fingers as though he could save me from myself.

There wasn’t any strength left in my body. My legs felt like jelly. Even the prospect of pushing myself up to a seated position in my own bed seemed like too daunting a task.

“Shhh, my sweet mate. I think that’s enough for you today,” he said gently, his breath tickling the tiny hairs along my earlobe. I cried harder for a time until I could pull myself together enough to quiet my sobs and slow my tears.

Timidly, I curled into him, pressing my forehead against his chest at first before I turned my head and laid my cheek against it. The pounding of his heartbeat was loud, but soothing and for several long minutes I just listened to it. My breathing started to normalize, and I shivered as the heat began to bleed out of me at an alarming rate. My body temperature was dropping and fast. I started to tremble so hard that my teeth chattered.

He moved so quickly that I couldn’t keep up with him, but he lifted me cleanly off the bed and tucked me under the covers. He dove underneath the sheets with me and pulled me back to him, offering me his body heat along with it.

As the minutes passed, I started to feel more like myself. I could feel the sweat evaporating off my skin and his thick milky seed dripping down my thighs. If I had more energy, I would have gotten up to clean myself up, but I was so exhausted that I didn’t really care about how filthy I felt with it drying on my legs.

In fact, I kind of liked it.

The more the numbing bliss faded away, the more I began to feel the aching soreness throughout my limbs and even more so between my thighs. Not too long after that, I finally braved a chance and looked up at him through damp tear-soaked lashes.

“You’re so beautiful like this, little mate,” he murmured, and his compliment made me blush unexpectedly. I bashfully bit my bottom lip, not knowing what to say so I didn’t say anything at all.

“You should know I’m not through with you yet, not by a long shot,” he added, and a soft sound of desperation fled my lips.

“Your refusal to answer my questions still needs to be dealt with, but I’ll save your bottom fucking for another time when you’re not so worn out and I can really enjoy taking that tight little hole,” he whispered, and I shivered at the same time that his hand slid down the arch of my spine. I whimpered softly when he continued his exploration until he slid a finger down the cleft of my backside.

He slid far enough to cup my pussy first. Then, he gathered the wetness that was still seeping from me with his finger, and he returned to find my bottom hole, vulnerable and unprotected and he took advantage of that.

“Don’t! Please!” I yelped, my voice still incredible shaky from what he’d already put me through.

“You’ve got so much more coming, little mate. I’m going to give you just a taste,” he purred.

Without thinking, I tensed hard, and he roughly forced a single thick finger inside my bottom hole. I tried to clench my cheeks to keep him out, but he was too strong. He growled as my tight ring of muscle tightened immeasurably hard around him, unused to taking anyone or anything back there for a very long time.

Pain blazed up and down my spine for several long moments and the tears that had fallen already threatened to return once more.

“Please,” I begged. “Please take it out.”

“I’ll be back for you tomorrow, sweet mate, and by the time I’m finished with you, you’re going to ask me to fuck you here. You’re going to beg me to make it hurt,” he purred.

“I won’t,” I vowed, and he smiled with amusement.

I swallowed hard. He’d already proven himself to be a man of his word.

I hid my face in the crook of his shoulder, feeling my body tremble against him as he roughly pumped his finger in and out of my bottom. The feeling of that thick digit was painful and entirely too foreign, and I hated how it made my sore pussy tighten with anticipation.

Good girls weren’t supposed to getting their bottom holes fingered. Good girls especially didn’t think about getting their asses fucked.

But I was.

And it was making my clit zing with unwelcome desire. Maybe I was a bad girl.

Maybe I was his bad girl.

Whatever. I didn’t want to think about it anymore.

I did know that I wouldn’t be anywhere near here tomorrow night. I wasn’t going to lie here and wait for him to arrive and fuck my bottom hole with his ginormous cock.

That was a worry for tomorrow though. I was too tired to think about it anymore today. I closed my eyes and fell asleep, still safely encased in his arms and surrounded by the security of his scent.

And to be honest…

I liked it.