Page 28 of Stranded
Her lips part, and I push forward, sheathing my dick in her mouth. A groan escapes me at the sensation. Her tongue darts out to explore and taste me. Her hands remain tied in front of her, keeping her at my mercy.
“You’re going to choke on my cock. Feel every inch fucking the back of your throat until I spill my cum down it. And when I do, you’ll swallow every drop.” I thrust into the back of her throat, and she gags.
I grip her hair with one hand, my other on the back of her neck, keeping her steady. She tries to pull back, but I don’t allow her to escape.
Her eyes are watering, her mascara running. “That’s it, take it all,” I growl.
I pump my hips, watching her throat work around my length, swallowing and gasping. The sight is fucking incredible. The little mewling sounds she makes are thrilling.
“I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as your throat hungrily swallowing my cock.”
I can feel my orgasm building, the pulsating sensation running from my balls to my shaft. I take in the image of Ivy in this position for me one last time, enjoying the pleading look in her eyes. It’s too late to stop now, angel.
With one final thrust, I spill into her mouth. It’s an intense rush. My vision blurs for a moment as my cock pulses and jerks in her hot throat. “Swallow it all,” I demand. The power and control drive me wild. “And now, I’m going to fuck your perfect ass.”
Her eyes widen with fear as I let my still-hard cock fall from her lips. “You can’t. Your cock is too big!”
I smirk, crouching in front of her so the eye holes of my mask are level with her eyes. "I can practically smell your fear. It intoxicates me and fuels my desire to possess you completely. Every one of your holes. I told you I’m the villian, and I intend to use you how ever the fuck I want.”
Her eyes flash with fire. “I’m my own person,” she challenges. “Maybe it’s you that I’m using as I see fit. After all, you’re wearing the mask I wanted you to wear.” A flash of anger flashes through me at the insinuation. “Maybe I’ve got you exactly where I want you.”
A low rumble of laughter escapes my throat. “Is that so?” I ask, maintaining my grip on her hair. The sheer audacity of her words stirs a mix of annoyance and arousal. “You certainly have a way of pushing my buttons, don’t you?”
Her throat bobs as she swallows.
“Make no mistake, angel, you’ve got no control here.” I circle her like a predator stalking its prey. “I love your defiance.” I lean in close so she can feel my breath against her ear. “But let’s not forget your place. You’re going to take what I give you and love it.” Slowly, I yank the base of the plug in her ass but don’t pull it out, making her whimper. “Your ass was easy to stretch, angel. Do you like getting your ass fucked? Did that bastard Preston fuck your ass?”
“Yes,” she breathes.
Figures. I want to rip his throat out for that. He took all of her firsts. He didn’t leave anything for me. “He’s lucky he’s no longer here, or I’d rip his throat out for fucking what belongs to me.”
Ivy moans, her lips parting. I love how much she enjoys my dark side. How she gets turned on when I’m unhinged and possessive.
I run my fingers down her soft cheek, gazing into her stunning green eyes. “I’m going to destroy you, angel. After I’m done with you, you’ll never be the same again.”
I move to stand behind her and spank her firm ass.
She yelps at the sensation.
“First, I’m going to punish you.”
The paddle in my hand, carved of dark mahogany, feels heavy, a weight appropriate for the punishment I'm about to inflict.
I study the perfect curve of Ivy's ass, untouched and pristine.
With one swift, measured swing, I bring the paddle down on her, the resounding smack breaking the silence. A gasp escapes her lips, pain and pleasure intermingling in her exquisite cry.
"I want to hear you beg, Ivy," I whisper, my voice dark and laced with desire. "I want to hear you whimper my name, pleading for me to stop." My fingers trace her spine, eliciting a shiver from her. I lean closer, my lips brushing against her ear. "And when you beg, angel, know that I won't go easy on you, I won't be gentle." My fingers dance over her flesh. "You need to be punished for being so fucking defiant all the time."
I reach between her thighs, my fingers finding her soaking wet.
“Please, stop," she whimpers, playing the role I've given her. Never saying the word that stops everything. I'm not sure I could stop if she did utter it.
My grip tightens around the paddle, the smooth mahogany cool against my palm. With a firmness born of control, I bring it down on her delicate flesh once, twice, a flurry of calculated strikes that leave her flesh burning.
Each smack echoes around us, the sound punctuated by her soft cries and whimpers of ecstasy. Her ass reddens under my ministrations, and it's a beautiful sight.
"Ivy," I breathe out, my voice low and filled with raw lust. "You’re so fucking beautiful. I've been waiting for this moment, dreaming about it." My hand caresses her red, warm skin. "Seeing you tied, bare and at my mercy," I let out a dark chuckle, tracing my fingers gently over the marks I've made, "It's more than I could have ever imagined."