He pushed my skirt the remainder of the way up and past my hips, jostling me in the seat in the process. He moved the hem of the dress all the way to my waist, effectively leaving me completely bare, spread eagle, and directly in his line of sight. He sank back to his shins and just stared at me. I didn’t know what to do, so I did nothing.
“As much as I’ve had you, and my hunger increases.” He muttered, almost to himself.
He unbuckled and slid down his pants, but left them around his knees. His cock jutted and my body continued to flood with desire. The armory of veins that protected his shaft pulsed around what they loved and even my mouth watered. My legs went kind of rubbery when he spread them even farther apart, and then he leaned down and licked me, dancing his tongue over my throbbing clit just before he took it gently between his teeth. I made all kinds of sounds then, none of them at all coherent. His hands held me fast at both sides of my ass, and he bit me harder, held me harder and forced my writhing legs down and apart with his elbows.
I don’t know how he did it, or how he was that strong, but he managed to effectively restrain me without the use of any restraints. Even my wrists ended up locked to my sides as his massive hands held me without any hint he would tire or give. Then he really bit my clit. I screamed and struggled amidst the beginnings of an enormous climax, and his entire body rumbled in response.
He was somehow different than he’d been before, stronger, more insistent, and more dominant, if that was possible. He was definitely going to find me pleasing, that much I knew without a shadow of a doubt. His hips began rolling as he clamped his face to my pussy. He nibbled, licked and bit me over and over. I don’t remember how he managed it, but he pulled away, leaving me just as an orgasm was about to rip loose. I whined and thrust my pussy towards him, craven and lusting and mindless.
He dragged me to the edge of the seat and in a moment of incredible strength he hefted me forward and onto his lap. He held me there, hovering over his obscenely hard cock. I felt his bulging crown as he danced it at my entrance, without really penetrating me. His hands scalded my skin, and his eyes locked on mine. We were both panting and I continued to make mewling sounds as I wrapped my legs around his waist and he incrementally lowered me over his hardness.
He lifted and then lowered me two more times, coating himself with all of my need, and then he lifted and dropped me. I sheathed his body deeply inside mine and the air whooshed out of my lungs as everything in me began to vibrate and clench. The blood in my head thumped against my eardrums.
“You are mine!” He roared and then he violently took my face in a passionate kiss. His hand at the swell of my hips gripped me hard, and his fingers dug in and he rolled me over him as his hips bucked up and into me.
I stuttered, “Yes…yours.”
He continued thrusting and pumping, grunting and hurting me with his white knuckle grip. I stopped breathing and my head lolled, “You will not cum.” He ordered.
I laughed, but it sounded almost defiant, which wasn’t my intention. It wasn’t like I could control my climaxes, could I?
His left hand went to my hair and he used the braid like a handle, and he dragged my head back as he went to my neck with his lips. Then he bit my neck, slowly at first, and then in a screaming moment of pain he bit me so hard I wondered if he’d broken the skin. In mortification I realized I was also orgasming from the pain of it. He of course felt it.
“Bad girl.” He mumbled and lifted me off of his throbbing erection. He slid backwards and turned my jello infused body around so that my chest was draped over the bench seat. And then he spanked me again. Five times in rapid succession, violently punishing my behind until it felt like he’s poured hot wax on it and spread it around. I really climaxed at that point, harder than I even thought possible. The searing pain from the spanks and something about his dominant way of not only using me, but also playing my body as if he were an accomplished musician, shocked me. It shouldn’t have, he was after all a worldly and mature man; and I just a, little girl.
His hand went back to my head and he dragged it back as he loomed over my spine. “Mine! Now tell me you are sorry for disobeying a direct command. Every orgasm you ever have again, is MINE!”
Not only had my bones disintegrated, but all conscious thought had left my mind. I thoroughly believed he was now my master. He had to be. No other could ever command the performance from my body that he was now conducting. I whispered, “Sorry.”
“Sorry what?”
“Sorry Master.”
He released some of my hair, and then he spanked me hard five more times. This time I counted for him, and I could feel his delight in my surrender. He entered me swiftly from behind, violently pounding himself in and out of my tight sheath. The sounds of our bodies colliding took on an erotic, lush, slapping sound, and I started into a whining, seizing cycle of multiple orgasms that refused to stop. I was shaking from head to toe as he pillaged my insides.
He made agonized grunting sounds and he continued to fuck me senseless on the floor of his limousine. When he finally came, after what felt like I’d had maybe a hundred climaxes all entwined together, he released inside me and stayed there, with an arm locked around my waist and his hot breath on my neck, for long, drawn out moments. The car had stopped and apparently parked, because we weren’t moving any longer. He slid himself in and out of me and I felt some of his seed slide free of my core.
“You are my delight Anna; never forget that, you are always pleasing to me. What you give me is beyond all fantasy.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Omar carried me to the hidden inner elevator next to where we were parked in the underground garage. I guess this time he didn’t want to make a scene of our arrival. I was a literal mess. My hair was partially in the braid, but what wasn’t, was sticking up and flying all over the place. My tears had spread mascara all over my cheeks and my stockings were ripped from his strong hands forcing himself as deeply into me as he could go.
My dress was more than askew; it was also soaked with not only my release, but also his. My bottom really hurt and felt bruised, and the bite on my neck had its own pulse. I felt abused, but also passionately loved and as desired as the rarest of commodities. The incongruity of my emotional state was difficult for me to assimilate. I’d never really liked pain that much, so now that he’d just introduced his inner sadist to me, I was wondering if that made me a maso
chist? Was I really that perverted? Did I like the pain that much?
Magically, there was a Jacuzzi tub already filled with hot bubbly water when we arrived back in our bedroom suite. He stood me up and I wobbled, but staid upright. He carefully undressed me and then rolled down what was left of my thigh highs. Finally he sat me on the edge of the two person tub and he took off my high heels, caressing my ankles and then kissing my toes. He removed the pins from my hair and ran his fingers through it until it draped around my face. Then he cupped my cheek and kissed me. He whispered at my lips, “Immensely pleasing.”
I mumbled, “Do you like hurting me?”
He didn’t lie, or even try and sugar coat it, “Yes. You are even more ideal than I could have imagined. I see you Anna, I feel you Anna, you like it as much as I. You cannot tell me differently. Are you not high? Tell me you do not feel more alive than you’ve ever felt. Tell me and I shall cease and never touch you that way again.”
I drew my lips in a tight line, mostly ashamed that he was right. He read my expression correctly and lifted half his face in a lascivious grin. I sighed. We got into the tub together and he proceeded to wash my entire body with a sponge. The ends of my hair trailed in the water and tickled between us. I relaxed and gave into his care. Relishing in his tender strength.
He pulled my back to his chest and palpated my breasts from behind, rolling and massaging them as he also pinched my nipples up into a tight pucker. I rolled my sore bottom against his erection, over and over rubbing against him and feeling weightless and drunk. It was an odd kind of high, unlike any I’d ever felt before, and I wallowed in it, in him, in the pornographic, obscene and somewhat perverted turn my life had just taken.
Omar picked me up and slid inside me, resettling me on his lap. His hand expertly played with my clit until it again felt as if he were strumming a long harp string up through my abdomen. He kissed my neck and nibbled on my earlobes, all the while slowly sliding himself in and out of me. His hand migrated to my neck, and he wrapped his fingers around the most vulnerable of my parts, and then he slowly began tightening his grip.