Page 29 of Bought and Shared

“That’s it,” he praises, angling his hips closer so he can control my movements. “You’re so good at that, Kitten. Fuck, you make me so hard that I want to slide into your little throat and fuck it hard. Do you want that, Aurora? Do you want me to fill your throat with my hard cock?”

I moan my response of pleasure against his length which turns him on all the more.

“Damn that’s good! Open your throat.” Using my hair like the strings of his sexual marionette, he rams my face against his belly, then pulls me back, then performs the act all over again. And again.

I’m so turned on, my juices begin to run down my thighs. My pussy is pulsing, needing a release that only Oren can give me. It’s torture, unable to reach down and relieve the building tension. I squeeze my thighs together, but it only manages to make it worse.

Pushing myself beyond my limits, I suck and swallow Oren’s cock down my throat before letting him slide back out.

In, out. In, out. The rhythm drives me as high as it does him.

The sounds are wet and obscene. Spit dribbles down my chin.

My breath is ragged. When I take him nearly to the root, I choke on his length, causing me to feel both dizzy and high at the same time.

Oren works his hips like a steam engine until I sense he’s about to come.

Doubling down on my speed and pressure, I hum against his flesh as I suck him off.

I want his cum so bad, I can practically taste it; their pearly liquid is somehow addictive.

My own personal dessert, one I’ll never grow tired of no matter how many times he feeds it to me.

Without warning, Oren pulls back and pops free from my lips. I growl, deprived of my prize: his seed in my mouth and dripping hotly down my breasts and belly.

“Turn around,” Oren barks, choking his cock at the base with his fist to stave off his orgasm.

I can tell he’s having trouble controlling himself, and he needs a minute to cool down before this game of his ends prematurely.

Rebellion flashes in my eyes until Oren reminds me, “If you want to cum tonight, Kitten, you’ll do exactly as I say.”

Those are the magic words. I flop to the side and wiggle myself around until I’m on my knees with my back to Oren, tossing a saucy glance over my shoulder to let him know I’m ready.

“Touch your forehead to the mattress, ass up,” My Master demands, and I quickly comply, thinking he’s about to fuck me from behind, just how I like.

The thought of his long, hard, rod penetrating my pussy this way is like a siren’s song. I’m helpless to deny him the position because it’s one of my favorites. He gets impossibly deep, and I love the way the slapping sounds spiral me into an earth-shattering orgasm.

As I wait, breathless and aroused, I see Oren reach into a drawer. He fiddles about for a moment and then pulls out something bulbous made of a shiny metal along with a tube of what looks like ointment.

Squeezing the ointment onto the bulbous object, I’m fascinated, and wary, of its purpose. As soon as he speaks, he reveals the ominous object’s purpose.

“Spread your legs wide,” Oren orders, and I quickly scooch them apart like the wanton slut I’ve become.

Placing a dollop of ointment onto his finger, Oren raises his hand and begins to paint my dark hole with it. The moment he touches me in that forbidden place, I jump and squeeze my butt cheeks together.

Slapping my ass, Oren demands me to, “Open back up or I won’t let you cum.”

I can’t have that. I need to cum. It’s imperative. Without it, I’ll perish. I’m far too turned on to ignore that incessant throbbing between my legs. If he doesn’t rub it for me, I’ll go crazy, I just know it.

Knocking my knees even further apart, Oren uses the ointment all over my virgin hole. Adding some firm pressure, the tip of his finger squeezes beyond the knotted flesh into my hot passage.

“So fucking tight,” Oren says more to himself than me. “We’re going to have to play with this hole every day if we want to stretch it out enough for me to safely fuck.”

I don’t want him to fuck my ass, yet I do. It’s a weird thing to realize that I can desire what might hurt me. But I can’t deny that anytime he talks about my “virgin hole”, I get even wetter than I already am. And right about now, I’m so wet, I could be confused with one of the great lakes.

Oren teases the rim and pushes his finger in and out a few times. Next, I feel the blunt end of the metal device pressing against me.

“Don’t tense up; relax these muscles,” My master warns, as he slowly inserts the lubed thing into my back entrance.

It’s only painful at first, then merely uncomfortable. In fact, to my horror, it causes my pussy to clench with desire.

Oren works the nub of cold metal further in until I can feel the base against my entrance.

It’s awkward and foreign inside me, and there is a constant slight burning sensation, but it doesn’t really hurt.

My pussy hasn’t gotten the message that we don’t like it, though.

She’s screaming for more, pulsing and clenching every time my master shoves it in just a little deeper or rotates it around in a maddening tease.

When he’s satisfied, Oren praises me. “Good girl. That plug looks so good inside your ass. Raise your hips higher for me.”

I do as I’m told so that he’ll finally let me have an orgasm. To my surprise, he sits on the floor with his back against the side of the bed, his head and shoulders on the mattress, and slides his head under me, aligning himself between my legs.

“Put that beautiful pussy on my face,” he instructs, and I’m as eager as a puppy to comply.

As soon as his tongue lashes my sensitive nub, I whimper for more. Oren only teases me though with slow swipes of his tongue as he works my back passage with the plug.

The closer I get to my final destination, the harder he works the plug. Soon, I’m grinding my pussy against his face, grunting and mewling for a release.

“Your pussy tastes so good, Aurora,” he compliments between licks. “I could do this for hours.”

I can’t take one more second. The moment he ups the tempo, I teeter on the edge of madness. With one last expert stroke of his tongue, I essentially implode. Shouting, I jerk and buck as he holds my hips in place, works the plug, and sucks my clit until I can no longer remember what century it is.

Oren climbs out from underneath my spent and trembling body and quickly frees my hands. I’ve been so focused on what he’d been doing that I forget all about the belt restraint.

Because I’m so drained, Oren doesn’t ask me what to do next; he simply makes me do it.

Flipping me onto my back, he spreads my legs wide and lines up his cock with my slit.

He says something in Voltanese with the emphasis of a curse word.

I try to store it in my mind for later so that I can ask him what it means.

However, the instant he sinks inside me, I can’t care less about the word.

I’m too lost in the feeling of his huge cock stroking into me.

“This cunt was made for me,” he growls, pounding deep.

I’m not sure if it’s the plug or the endorphins from my past orgasm, but I can feel every inch like I’m constructed of nothing but intricate nerve endings.

Oren grinds his knees into the mattress and begins to hammer away at my pussy. “Who. Does. This. Cunt. Belong. To?” He demands, his powerful thrusts punctuating each word.

“You, Master,” I cry out. “It belongs to you!”

“That’s right. Now come for your Master, Aurora. Come right now!”

It doesn’t take more than his demand for me to ascend into oblivion once more. My world fades to black, then explodes with color. I’m in free fall, and there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.

Oren doesn’t let up. He continues to work me over like my pussy’s being punished for a crime.

I haven’t known him for long, but I’ve never seen him lose control before.

He’s usually so calm and controlled. However, my talk about Micah has clearly done something to him, gotten under his skin and created an anger that won’t easily be assuaged.

The only way he can work it out is between my legs, and I’m enjoying every brutal second of it as he makes his ire known.

Consumed with lust and rage, Oren plows himself relentlessly into my core before his muscles go taut and he snarls, emptying his seed into my well-used pussy.

By the angry glint in his eyes, I can tell he’s not even close to being finished with me. No, tonight will be long, demanding, and without mercy.

And I would have it no other way.