Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
I regulate my breathing, trying to inhale and exhale slowly. I know I need to calm down. The more nervous I am, the more painful it’s going to be.
Luca takes it slow. He starts to push and the head stretches me open, making way for his girth. Luckily, my wetness that Luca’s spread all over helps minimize any friction.
I whimper as Luca pulls out a little and thrusts deeper inside. This doesn’t feel natural, but this is also exactly how I want Luca to treat me—like a sex toy for him to use and abuse as he pleases, without worrying about my pain or comfort level.
When I feel his balls on my pussy, I let out a big, relieved exhale. Don’t get me wrong, it still hurts like hell. But even though he’s all the way inside me now, filling me up to the brim, it feels like I can relax for a few seconds as long as he doesn’t move.
My instincts tell me to reach behind me and push the invader away, but my hands are tied, literally.
“Ready, doll?” Luca asks.
I don’t think I’ll ever be 100% ready, but this is probably as ready as I’m going to get. “Yes, Sir.”
Luca pulls his shirt off, flaunting the beautiful ink covering his skin. He straightens his spine and squares his shoulders.
He means business now, I realize, as fear spreads in my chest.
“Good,” he says. “I was going to do it even if you weren’t.”
Luca’s gentler than usual. But still, every time his thick, hard cock sinks into my ass, all my muscles tense as pain floods my system. At the same time, my hips roll forward to push my clit against the vibrator, injecting some pleasure into me.
“Your ass is so tight, doll. I think I’m going to use this hole a lot more often from now on,” he taunts me in my ear.
“You can do anything you want, Sir.”
“Anything?” he asks dangerously.
“Anything.”
“Be careful what you wish for, doll.”
I cry out as he picks up his pace, fucking me harder now. With my ass hanging off the chair and all my limbs restrained, there’s nothing I can do but take it, take all the pain and the pleasure Luca gives me.
And despite the pain—or maybe because of the pain—things start to feel good. My mind screams at me, telling me how dirty I am, how depraved, for begging this man to fuck me in the ass. The nastiness of it all heightens my arousal to new heights.
Luca grabs the vibrator and holds it right against my pussy as he thrusts harder and more painfully into me. “I want you to come for me.”
To my shame, I shudder against the vibrator, bucking and writhing on the bar chair, even as I continue to yelp like a wounded dog from the pain.
“I want you to come for me while I fuck you in the ass,” Luca says.
The command to come. The thick monster cock sliding in and out of my ass. His cocky voice. His magnificent body that moves powerfully on the screen. His sinews and muscles that ripple under his skin as he torments me.
Before I squeeze my eyes shut, I see myself coming like I’ve gone completely out of control on the screen, shaking like an autumn leaf in the wind.
“Good girl,” Luca says. “Keep coming for me, doll.”
Luca fucks me with abandon, making me lurch painfully against my restraints. The tapes and ropes cut into my flesh as he pumps into me until he comes, his hand wrapping around my neck.
When his body stills, I realize tears are rolling down my cheeks, even as my body continues to quiver in ecstasy. Both my mind and my body give in, overwhelmed by the tsunami of pain, pleasure, and primal instinct.
“Tell me I can do anything I want to you,” Luca says breathlessly when he stops pumping his hot, sticky cum inside me.
“You can do anything you want to me,” I say in complete surrender, my body limp and spent from his abuse.
I let out a big, relieved sigh as Luca pulls his cock out of my ass. My body finally relaxes, after tensing up for so long.
As usual, the nice, gentle Luca’s back.
He removes my bindings, kissing the red and purple marks on my skin.
He wipes my tears away with his thumb.
He turns off the camera and the video feed so the TV displays my phone home screen again.
Then, he cleans me up with a soft, warm towel.
“Did you like that?” Luca asks as he lifts me up from the chair, his powerful arms scooping me and moving me to his bed.
“Yeah,” I admit. I smile as I lean my head against Luca’s chest and enjoy the fuzzy tingles spreading all over my body. “Remember when you said we were doomed?” I ask.