Page 29 of Stranded

I trace the reddened marks with my fingertips, reveling in the way she shivers beneath my touch, her body responding to my dominance in the most delicious way. "Now, it's time for me to learn how much you love your ass getting fucked."

I pull the plug out of her ass, and she gasps. I drop it on the floor and then move to stand behind her, my dick harder than steel.

I grab a bottle of lube I’d been using and squirt a liberal amount on my cock, rubbing it up and down. And then I add some to her already lubed and stretched asshole.

“Please don’t,” Ivy murmurs, her voice small and quiet.

I smirk and ignore her, allowing the head of my cock to rest against her eager hole. Her pussy is still stuffed with a toy, and I intend to leave it in there, fill her in a way I doubt she’s ever been filled. I spank her ass. “You know that asking me to stop only makes me want to fuck you more.”

I press my hand firmly against her hip, easing the tip of my cock into her ass.

“Maddox, please stop!” She whimpers.

I chuckle behind her. Unless I hear the safe word, nothing is stopping me. I tighten my grip on her, tracing circles on her hip. I push in, slow and steady, making her squirm.

The sight that greets me is utterly sinful. As I push forward, Ivy's tight little hole gives way, stretching to accommodate my girth. I’ve never seen a sight so alluring. The way her muscles cling to my shaft is heavenly, sending a surge of possessiveness through me, reminding me every one of her holes is only mine to indulge in for as long as we both live.

Ivy screams out as I don’t pause, pushing deeper until my balls rest against the base of the dildo in her cunt. I reach down, massaging her clit and moving my dick out slowly. “You like that, don’t you, angel?”

She doesn’t answer me. All she can do is moan and scream as I fuck her ass.

“Maddox, it’s too much!” She cries.

Her words make me harder. “No, baby, it’s just enough,” I growl, working her clit as I thrust into her ass like an animal.

My pace is relentless. I feel the thick dildo in her cunt rubbing against my dick, making it harder to stave off my impending orgasm. Ivy’s body is a quivering and trembling mess as she drips all over the pommel horse. She’s close. I can sense it. I grunt, my rhythm becoming jerky as I get closer.

And then I come apart, spilling inside of her. The sensation sends her over the edge as we climax together.

Ivy’s screams are music to my ears as her body convulses. Her ass tightens around my dick as if it never wants me to leave. I never want to leave. I want to remain wrapped in my angel for the rest of my life. She’s breathless when I slowly pull out.

I pull off the mask and set it down on the side, walking around to gaze upon her.

Gently, I unfasten the knots in the ropes binding her to the pummel horse, noticing the abrasions on her skin. Beautiful. A mark to remind her of what we just did. “You did perfect, angel,” I say, kissing her forehead. I lift her off the horse and carry her out of the barn, through the snow, toward the larger cabin.

She shivers as soon as we’re outside, but it’s not long until her contented sigh echoes around us as we enter the cabin's warmth. I set her down on the plush sofa, kissing her gently. “How do you feel?”

“Good,” she murmurs.

I shake my head, struggling to believe that she’s this perfect. How can she be so cool with what I did? With the role-playing that I love to indulge in? With the masks I love to wear? With me drugging her for fuck’s sake? She loves it, and I never believed I’d find a woman so in tune with me.

“How can you be this fucking perfect?” I pull away from her and retrieve a glass of water, returning to hand it to her. “Drink. You need to hydrate.”

She gives me a skeptical look after I drugged her earlier but takes the drink.

I laugh. “Don’t worry, angel. No more drugging for today.”

She pouts. “I hope there’s more fun, though.”

Unbelievable. She’s more insatiable than me.

“Of course, but first. Christmas Dinner.”

I return to the kitchen and check the goose, which is slow cooking. It’s perfect and almost ready. The rest of the food is ready, too. The aroma of cooked meat fills the cabin.

Ivy grabs her robe, which I’d left on the sofa, and slides it on, walking over to me. “How can I help?”

“By sitting down and resting while I finish dinner.”