Stealing Beauty (Stolen 1)

Stinging pain lashed at the back of my thigh.

“Stay still,” he chastised.

I wasn’t allowed to move away from the sting of the crop, but I wasn’t allowed to seek more of its delicious burn, either. All I could do was obey Adrián and let him play with my body however he wanted.

Desire licked through my veins, pleasure gathering low in my belly. My core tightened, and my ass contracted around the plug that still filled me. I clenched, enjoying the sensation of being penetrated in the only way he allowed me. I wanted his cock inside my pussy, but the toy in my ass was all he offered. I began to find dark pleasure in the sensation of it stretching me, my inner muscles dancing around it as he continued to torment my breasts.

Suddenly, he snapped the crop hard on my clit. I shrieked and shifted back. He lashed at my thigh and clucked his tongue at me in wordless rebuke.

I eased back into position. My body practically vibrated in anticipation of another stinging slap. He let the tension build, until my muscles quivered with the effort of staying still.

When I shook so hard I thought I’d shatter, he whipped me again. My clit stung and tingled, making sparks dance through my core. I didn’t shy away this time. I settled into the pain, embracing the wash of sensation.

The world went hazy, until all I could focus on was Adrián’s glittering eyes. He stared at me, studying me with covetous hunger. Pure pleasure bloomed in my chest. It pumped through my veins to flood my mind, sending me flying high. This was more than physical ecstasy; this was perfect bliss.

He dropped the crop and stepped in front of me, cupping my jaw so he could peer straight into my soul. I opened for him, letting him see all the love inside my heart. It was so full, I thought I’d explode from the rush of emotion. Wet heat spilled down my cheeks. He kissed it away, catching my joyful tears on his soft lips.

He kept his hands on my body as he stepped around me, never breaking contact, even though I couldn’t see him anymore. I could feel the heat of his hands burning my flesh, could feel his power pulsing over me. I felt small and vulnerable in his shadow. And more free in his chains than I’d ever dared to dream.

I heard his zipper lowering, his clothes rustling as he stripped. I wanted to look at his chiseled perfection, wanted to touch the hard contours of his body.

But I didn’t try to jerk against my bonds or turn to face him. He’d ordered me to be still, so I remained in place, right where he wanted me. His will was all that existed: his control and my submission.

His hands settled at either side of my hips, forcing me to arch back toward him. His hard length lined up with my wet opening. My legs were still spread wide for him, and in a matter of moments, his cockhead pressed into my tight channel.

A strangled cry caught in my throat as he entered me in a slow slide. With the plug in my ass, he felt impossibly big. He shouldn’t be able to fit inside me, but he didn’t relent. He stretched me wide, and my body accommodated him.

My inner muscles squeezed him, clenching down on the double intrusions. He growled, and his teeth sank into my shoulder. A shudder wracked my system, pleasure and pain entwining until all I knew was erotic sensation.

Finally, he was seated fully inside me, his body pressing the plug impossibly deeper. He withdrew slowly and drove back in. He wasn’t careful or slow this time. He snarled against my shoulder, his teeth still biting into my flesh like an animal that’s caught its prey.

He fucked me in hard, ruthless strokes. I had no control, no will of my own. I pushed back against him, welcoming each brutal thrust. His fingers sank into my hips, yanking my body into his as he drove into me. With each merciless movement, he pushed on the plug, making me feel like he was fucking both my holes.

My ecstasy ripped through me, leaving me on a scream. My core fluttered around his cock, drawing out his orgasm. He finally released me from his bite, driving into me on a rough shout. His cum seared me deep inside, marking me. The resultant rush of primal pleasure drew a sob from my chest, and fresh tears rolled down my face.

“I love you, my Master,” I whispered tremulously.

Adrián owned me, body and soul. I’d never felt more at peace.Chapter 18ValentinaI shifted on the wooden chair, still sore from the rough way Adrián had fucked me in his playroom the day before. Internally, I lamented that the cushy booth seating at the coffee shop was occupied by studious co-eds. I tried my best to ignore my discomfort and focused on the woman who sat across the table from me.