"From now on..." He moves his hand between my legs, making me cry out. "This is mine."
His fingers move to my exposed ass. "This is mine."
They circle my ass and make me mewl before reaching up to my lips and push inside my mouth. "And this is mine, too. Understand?"
"Yes, Sir." I feel helpless. I don't know whether it's the wine or my own Dexter Booth deficiency, but my body demands I give in to him. I've never been more turned on in my life. I can feel my own cunt dripping down my thighs. Shame burns two bright red spots on my cheeks and I swallow my pride. "Please. Take it. Don't you want to have me?"
"All in good time, my toy." He slaps my thighs apart, and I mindlessly do as I'm told. "God, look at that tight little ass. And how pretty your pussy is, Pandora... So pink... so juicy."
I whimper when he touches his fingers to my wet slit and begins rubbing up and down, getting his fingers wet with my juices.
"Please, Dex," I manage. "No more torture, I want you inside me, now..."
"Right here?"
I nod eagerly. I don't care that we're in the middle of his living room. I don't care that we're both out of it on pheromone-spiked wine. All I care about is Dex fucking me now that nobody's looking. Animalistic need vibrates through my body and I press my ass against his bare cock.
"Right here, Dex. Please."
He grunts, grabbing his cock at the base and pointing it at my wet entrance. "This is where you want it, isn't it, Pandora?"
"Yes," I whisper. "Please, Sir..."
"Beg."
"Please, I need you to show me how much you need me..." My voice breaks over the words as he pushes a mere inch of his impressive length into my dripping wetness. "Dex, please don't torture me, let me have more, please!"
"You beg like a whore, toy," he grunts in my ear. "Like a needy little whore..."
Unceremoniously, he drives his length into me and I whisper his name as he starts to move his hips, slow and steady at first, but growing more and more needy and urgent. I'm a mess of moans and whispered promises in seconds, hoping he'll never stop. My palms brace against the wall, forehead leaning against the cool stone while Dex grabs my hips, positioning me so I'm standing on my tiptoes.
"You feel so good on my cock," he moans in my ear. "I can feel your pussy stretching to fit all of me. Does it hurt, toy?"
I don't answer, moaning in pure ecstasy, but this only seems to drive him wilder, each of his words punctuated with a thrust of his hips.
"Does. It. Hurt. Toy?"
"Yes, yes, Sir," I get out through gritted teeth. "You're stretching me so much, please!"
"Take it."
And I do, again and again until I feel myself tethering on the edge of the precipice of pleasure. I'm ready to take that final step, to drop deep into the abyss below and allow myself the orgasm of a lifetime with the boy I hate most in the world.
My body gives out, and I stumble, Dex's cock slipping out of me. He groans, displeased that I've gotten away, and before I can catch my breath, he's dragged me over to the rug and forced me on my back.
"I want to look at you when I'm inside you," he tells me as he gets on top of me, his eyes crazed with need. He spits on the spot between our legs where his cock meets my pussy, and I whisper his name when he smears the spit all over my already drenched pussy. Painfully slowly, he pushes his cock into my needy hole.
"Dex, please, can I..."
"Can you what?" He grabs my legs by the ankles and holds me down for easy access. He's speaking through gritted teeth now, barely able to hold back from bursting himself. "Ask properly, and I might let you."
"I want an orgasm." My cheeks feel like they're on fire as I utter the words. "Please, Dexter! I wanna come, please..."
"Fucking come on my cock then." He pins me down with his palm over my mouth. His lips are so close yet so out of reach, and my eyes water as I roll them back, giving in to the pleasure that's hitting me harder and harder. "That's right, you little slut... Keep fucking giving me what's mine. What no one else is ever going to have again."
He drives into me relentlessly, finally moving his palm and making me catch my breath in desperate gulps. "You crazy fucking bastard... What's wrong with you-"
"Shut up." He grabs me by the throat again. This time, his eyes flash with hatred as he glares down at me, mercilessly driving into my folds again and again. "Keep taking it. Keep fucking coming. Who told you to stop, little toy? I want more. I want all of your orgasms. From now on, they belong to me. Don't they, Pandora?"