Orient Fevre

“And this crazy son of a bitch, darling, will be the only son of a bitch you’ll ever love for the rest of your life.” He ground his hips, gyrating.

His thick cock plundered my cunt, ripping the last strands of my sanity to pieces. I keened.

He shushed me again. “Sssh, kitten, be quiet. Feel me. Good, isn’t it?”

I wanted to say yes, but only gibbers came from my mouth. My pussy throbbed with burning desire. My body quaked with fire. And my mind? It was lost somewhere between heaven and hell when he started fucking me in short, jabbing thrusts. He watched me, assessing my reactions. I felt like a fish out of water, panting for breath from the exquisite pleasure he gave me. I wanted to wrap my arms around him, feeling him skin to skin as his cock continued to ravage my pussy, but I couldn’t because of the handcuffs. The helplessness incited a new delirious ecstasy within me.

“What do you feel now, kitten? Still good?” He licked my lips. “God, I can feel you’ve creamed. You’re so wet. Sticky. Oh fuck. You’re so fucking unbelievably good.”

He pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in hard. He didn’t stopped until I could feel his balls slapping my perineum and his dark thatch grounding my clit. I threw my head backward, feeling as if I’d been punched from the inside.

I heaved, shouting a silent scream. Like he’d promised, he made me take him all. Whole. His massive hard cock was completely inside my woefully tight cunt. And I’d better like it, he’d said. The worse thing was, I loved it, every inch of him, feeling him throb in my depths.

He snarled like a crazed beast, his eyes blazing with fire. “See? You can take all of me. Now, kitten, I’m going to make you beg. Pity you don’t want to know my name, ‘cause you’ll need it.”

I writhed against my bonds. My brain was temporarily on vacation so I didn’t fully digest what he meant until he started fucking me again. No more gentleness this time. Only slam upon slam of battering fucks. Hard. Rough. Unmerciful. I found myself tethered at the precipice of an orgasm. A little more and I’d be gone. The pleasure built, climbing higher and higher…my body tensed, my voice lost in my throat.

He stopped in an abrupt fashion. He pulled out, leaving me empty. My pussy mourned its lost.

“No,” I gasped. I was so close…

“Beg me,” he rasped. His tone was cruel and teasing.

“Please, fuck me.”

“Beg for my name, kitten.”

“You bastard.”

His laugh stormed the room. “I can go on like this forever. In case you haven’t noticed, you, darling,” he cleared some stray hair from my face, “are under my mercy.”

“Why does it matter, anyway?”

“I want to hear you to say my name.”

I growled in frustration. “Fine. What’s your name?”

He lowered his head until our faces were only inches away. “Levy Frye.”

“Please, Levy, fuck me.”

“Say my full name three times.”

“Levy Frye. Levy Frye. Levy Frye. Happy now?”

But he was occupied with something else. His blue eyes looked even brighter, almost luminous. He palmed both my cheeks and ranted some foreign words in front of my face. He kissed me, full of greed, teeth scraping my bottom lip hard enough to almost draw blood. One of his hands slid down, squeezing my breast, then travelled to my thigh. He reached for something. When he tore his mouth off me, I heard a clinking noise on my left arm. I looked up. He’d clasped a gold bangle on me.

“It’s official now,” he announced. “You may kiss me.”

Like a loon, I kissed him. Mainly because I wanted my reward. He wouldn’t deny me my orgasm after I’d done what he’d wanted, right? He kissed me back with the same ferocity. We mauled each other until he pushed my thighs up to my stomach, his cock on my pussy, and slammed home balls deep.

I cried. I screamed. I lost my mind.

He braced his arms next to my head, his hands fisting my hair as he fucked me like an animal. He snarled, showing too much teeth as he fucked me to the point I could only feel fire. He bruised me, ripping me to pieces with his lust. God, it hurt. But it felt so good, too. I panted. My throat was raw from screaming. The air around me thinned. I exploded.

I came so hard, I was dying. And I died for quite some time…

I was dimly aware that he was still pounding me while I was trapped in pure ecstasy, until he growled beast-like and jerked, climaxing. His face contorted in sweet agony as he spurted his cum into my battered cunt.