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Positioned as I was, I couldn’t move. All I could do was sit back on my heels and take it as he used my mouth. I tightened my abdominal muscles, tried to hold myself up so that I didn’t waver back and forth, but I found myself grateful for his supportive hold on the back of my head.

He wasn’t gentle or kind in his movements. It hurt.

He pumped his hips back and forth, and I opened my throat for him. I focused on my breath, on the throbbing of my pussy and the wetness dribbling down my thighs. Whenever I could, I swirled my tongue and suckled my lips around his shaft, earning several growls of pleasure from him for my efforts.

Each time that he growled for me, a jolt of pleasure raced through me. It was as though my body had an instinctual and very real connection to his sounds, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Not that I wanted to.

The more I sucked his cock, the more aroused I became.

I had thought it impossible after the number of times I had already come all over him as he fucked me, but I was wrong.

My skin felt hot, almost as though the blood just beneath the surface was ready to boil over.

I was feverish with want as his seed dripped down my thighs, marking me as his and turning me on all the same.

My skin still tingled beneath his cum, simmering pleasure that threatened to consume me all over again.

He groaned and I whimpered, my throat sore as he fucked it raw.

He was relentless as he used my mouth, claiming it as his own once and for all, whether I liked it or not.

I felt his cock begin to throb once more, and my entire body shuddered as I wondered what it would feel like for his molten cum to spurt down my throat, deep down into my belly.

I moaned around him. My nipples hardened painfully tight, still tender from his bites and pinches some time ago. My clit pulsed and I hoped he’d touch me with his fingertips once again. Maybe he’d reward me for the effort I was putting into sucking his cock.

I swallowed around his hard length and dragged my tongue up and down his shaft. I suckled him hard enough that the wet sounds it made forced me to blush furiously with shame, but I didn’t stop. Instead, I just worked harder. Faster.

Until his cock throbbed again, scorching hot against my tongue.

His seed spurted down my throat so hard and so fast that I choked for a long second before remembering to swallow around him.

I didn’t know how he did it, but there was an incredible amount of cum for a man who had already orgasmed once. I didn’t know how it was possible.

My throat prickled with warmth, reacting to his seed similarly to the way my pussy had, but in a much more muted sense.

I moaned around him, and he pulled free from my lips.

He took his cock in between his fingers, pumping it up and down before he shot a thick glob of his seed directly onto my face.

In shock, I closed my eyes as he did it again.

I felt it drip down my cheek, down my chin, and onto my breasts.

It felt dirty. Filthy. Wrong. And somehow, maybe even right.

I shuddered with shame, almost proud to wear his seed like this, but ultimately embarrassed that the thought had crossed my mind in the first place.

I could feel my cheeks turning red and it took everything in me to remain where I was.

When he was done, he released his cock and I just breathed, trying to recover whatever strength was left in me.

The pace of my heart gradually returned to normal, and the rushing sound of my blood pumping in my ears slowed to an almost imperceptible trickle. He seemed calm, for the moment anyway. At least, until I noticed that his erection was returning once again.

I shifted back and forth, my hands still pressed against the back of my head.

My thighs rubbed against one another, slick with my wetness and his still-drying seed.

I should have been exhausted. I should want to crawl into bed and fall into a deep slumber, but my body was beginning to react very strangely to everything that had happened tonight.

Both internally and externally, I was simmering with heat.

Like I was a pot of water about to boil over after being left on the stove for too long.

I tried to push it away. I tried to fight it, but with every passing second, I grew hotter.

My pussy pulsed from deep inside, still feeling the incredible warming effects of his cum.

My core throbbed hard, and I fearfully came to the realization that my body was demanding more pleasure.

I was so sore and every inch of me was so tender that I knew if Alaric made me come again, every single moment of that orgasm was going to hurt.

“There’s one more place I want to bite,” he growled, and my pussy clenched hard as he wound his arm around my waist. He lifted me up off the floor and threw me back down onto the bed, before forcing my legs open wide with his hands.

I moaned shamefully, knowing that I was a sopping wet little mess.

That didn’t seem to even remotely bother him though.

In fact, it appeared to fuel his desire for my body even more.

He held my gaze as he dropped his head between my legs.

His tongue curled out from between his lips to caress my hard and needy clit, and I shuddered with pleasure at the warm feeling of it.

His gentleness surprised me, and I slowly leaned back onto the bed, still keeping my hands locked behind my scalp.

He coaxed my desire to the surface once more with only his mouth, and I soon found myself shivering and trembling with more passion than I even thought possible at this point.

I found myself craving the bliss of orgasm once again.

I hoped that he’d make me come. Only this time, I wanted to come all over his tongue.

I arched into his kiss, pushing my clit against his tongue as it rolled over me. His fingers pressed against my entrance, teasing me, and I opened my thighs wider for him, hoping he would slide them inside me.

He sucked at my clit, drawing it in between his lips and lashing it with his tongue. I cried out with desire, my orgasm seconds away. I forgot myself entirely and simply lost myself in the very rare pleasure of enjoying a man who knew how to go down on a woman properly.

The moment my release washed over me, he bit down on my clit.

Hard. At the same time, he forced two fingers into my pussy, and then they began to curl deep inside of me.

At once, I was overwhelmed with pleasure and pain.

I was so far gone that I couldn’t tell one from the other. So I didn’t try. I just came.

I screamed and writhed beneath him, my orgasm as fierce and strong as my very first one.

Powerful and agonizing ecstasy tore through my tender body, making every single nerve ignite with ferocious intensity.

It was as destructive as it was incredible, and I soon found myself desperate to draw in air.

My chest heaved as I panted, my lungs reluctantly starting to work as my orgasm finally began to fade.

I breathed hard and closed my eyes, whimpering as my pleasure took its brutal toll.

I tried to wriggle my fingers and my toes.

I attempted to ensure that I could still move my arms and legs, even though they felt incredibly numb.

I didn’t think I’d ever come that hard in my life.

That, and I was pretty sure that I’d come more times tonight than all of the orgasms I’d ever had combined.

I was a very well-satisfied woman at the moment, that was for sure.

I moaned and curled onto my side.

“We’re not done, baby doll,” Alaric murmured.

I stilled. He couldn’t be serious, right? “You’ve come twice already, big man. Don’t get greedy,” I countered, my voice revealing the hoarseness in my throat.

“There’s one of your holes left for me to fuck, baby doll, and you’re going to beg me for it,” he growled boldly, and I stilled.

“You’re goddamn insane,” I replied furiously. There was no way he was going to fuck my ass. No man ever had, and he was most certainly not going to tonight. There was also zero chance I was going to beg him for it.

“Ask me to fuck that tight little hole,” he snarled, and I started to get angry.

“No,” I refused, shaking my head. “Take this off,” I added, shoving my tied wrists in his direction. I wanted to go to bed, and I’d never be able to get comfortable if I was still bound.

His gaze darkened considerably, and for a moment, a quiet sense of fear bubbled to life deep in the pit of my belly. The more he stared me down, the more afraid I became. There was a sudden part of me that regretted my bold words.

He knelt down to the floor and grabbed the clasp of his belt.

Then he slowly stood up and folded the leather in two.

I squirmed backwards on the bed, but it was too late.

I wasn’t fast enough. He grabbed my ankle and deftly flipped me over onto my belly, before bringing the soft leather down hard on my ass.

It felt like a fire brand. His palm now seemed like child’s play compared to this.

He lashed my naked bottom with the belt again, and as I tried to pull my leg from his grasp, my thighs spread open the slightest bit.

He whipped me again and the folded tip of the belt just grazed my inner folds.

I screamed and squirmed, but it soon became clear that I wasn’t going to get away.

“Please stop!” I cried out.

My ass burned.

“Bad little girls who don’t do as they’re told are punished until they are soaking wet and pretty little tears are dripping down their cheeks,” he scolded, and my pussy clenched hard with need. My thighs were already sticky with my cum and his, but it didn’t matter. I just wanted more.

Swiftly, he grabbed me about the waist and lifted me up in order to slide a thick pillow underneath my hips.