The Virgin and the Beast (Stud Ranch 1)

Still, this is all just so screwed up. I try to pull my hands out of his grasp at the small of my back but his grip is unrelenting.

He spanks me again. “Just ask, please Sir, may I have another?” His other hand comes around my body and whispers over my pulsing clit before he pulls away again.

“Wait!” I gasp, trying to twist my body to chase his hand. But he’s gone. Instead, his hand goes back to my hip. He abandons slow and starts pumping away, hard and fast. I imagine the muscles of his ass as he thrusts and withdraws from my pussy. He’s so huge, all those tanned muscles flexing with every—

I’m disgusted with myself even as the thought makes me gush over his cock. I feel so dirty and wrong and—

“That’s right,” he murmurs. “Christ, watching my giant cock disappear in you. You have no idea what I want to do to you. The hundred ways I want to desecrate your tight little body.”

The hand on my hip clenches tighter and then lifts before coming down hard on my ass in a resonating smack.

I cry out a high keening noise of pleasure.

“Listen to the sound of that.” He seems so awed by it. He fucks me twice as fast for a few moments before slowing down again. “You want it. I know you do. I’m going to finish inside you and plant myself so deep. But you don’t get to come.”

What? No. I have to. I’m so close. I jam myself down on his cock. Oh God, it’s so close. I need that insane high. It will make all of this disappear, just for a second if I can get free and—

“Not unless you beg me. Not until you learn how to obey, little pet. It’s so easy.” He spanks me again. “Sir, may I please have another. That’s all you have to say, ten times while you count, and I can give you what you want. What you need.”

His hand comes back around to my clitoris.

Yes. Yes, fuck yes.

Tears well up at the release that’s right there. It’s going to burn me up from the inside out. I’ve never needed anything so badly in my life. The wave is climbing, climbing, climbing, and then finally it starts to crest—

My mouth drops open right at the very moment.

But. Then. He. Pulls. His. Hand. Away.

Immediately the high drops.

I cry out in devastated loss at the denied peak.

He clucks his tongue in disappointment and spanks me again.

And oh God, it’s on the tip of my tongue. Please, Sir may I…

Pleasure and oblivion are right there. So close. Just there— My whole body strains toward it.

But the slight dip in consuming pleasure without his hands on me allows my brain to finally catch up with my runaway body.

And no!

Holy shit, no.

What the fuck am I thinking?

I will not be reduced to some pathetic little girl, begging her captor for pleasure. Even if I am the one currently captivated by him. He’s speaking so much more than the bare monosyllabic phrases I’ve heard him utter before now. I’m getting more of a peek at the man himself. Even if that man is a filthy, sex-fiend control freak.

“Last chance,” he lands yet another smack on my ass, which has to be red as a ripe strawberry by now.

I bite down on my bottom lip. Rational mind wars with sex-starved body.

“Stubborn little pet,” he growls, leaning over and biting at my neck as he thrusts in and out of me. Each time he bottoms out I’m teased by a pleasure that threatens to light me up but never quite does.

Then he thrusts hard and stills inside, clutching me to him.

And I don’t know how I can be so totally full and yet feel so empty at the same time.