Page 207 of The Enslaved Duet

The submission he had built in me with his big hands and dirty words coalesced into a castle made of sand, of every single particle of my being, harnessed and corralled into a thing of utter beauty.

His hips canted up harshly into the front wall of my sex on his next punishing thrust, his fingers twisted my clit like the handle on a door, and everything I was dissolved back into sand.

He fucked me ruthlessly as I spasmed around his driving cock, his hand fisting in my hair to use it as leverage so that each thrust hammered at my cervix like a hammer to a gong. The pain of it reverberated through me, set my teeth on edge, and my climax, momentarily waning, somehow began all over again.

“Master, Master, Master,” I chanted as he held me still and drilled and drilled at me.

I loved his animal grunts, the way his civilized aristocratic bearing fell away like sheep’s skin to reveal the wolf at his center, the raving beast with the need to rut and breed the only thing motivating him.

His thumb found my clenching asshole and began to rub, polishing it with my leaking juices.

“Such a sweet arse,” he praised. “Do you want me to fuck you there,topolina? Take my big cock and drive inside that tight hole until you’re so filled you can barely breathe for feeling me inside you to the hilt?”

I couldn’t speak. There were no thoughts in my head, no words on my tongue. I was just sex, the pulse of my pussy, the wild beat of my heart churning lust-drugged blood through my body, pooling between my legs so that I was a swollen, aching mess of desire.

I wanted to tell him I needed his cock the way I needed breath. I wanted to tell him I was an addict, an honest to God addict with such a fierce passion for his body, I could barely stand to be in the same room with him without some part of my skin against his. I’d been in a four-year-long drought I would never fully recover from, and when his cock was inside me, it felt like the headiest drug in the world.

“I need to hear your words. Tell me what you want, and I just might condescend to give it to you,” he practically purred as his hands kneaded my plump ass cheeks and his thumb brushed over the raised mark of his brand on my skin.

“I need you to fuck me,” I panted, not really cognizant of what I said, as if the words were disassociated from my body. Need flashed through my body like a flickering neon sign, and I was only able to give voice to that. “I need you to fill me up and show me how much you own my every hole.”

Alexander’s chest rumbled with a deep growl as his thumb popped through my tight ring of muscle and sank into my ass. When I groaned and whimpered, thrashing my head this way and that over the marble so that my hair went spilling over the white top like spilled ink, he stopped me with a fierce smack on my bottom.

“Don’t move. I want you to hold still while I work myself into this tight hole.”

I groaned, giving voice to desperation in the hot pit of my belly.

But I obeyed.

I held perfectly still, barely breathing as Alexander poured something with a gentle earthy scent over my asshole. His fingers sloshed in the olive oil and smoothed it over my opening and up over my cheeks, rubbing it into the flesh until I glistened. He moaned as he plumped them in his hands.

“Such a gorgeous arse and all mine.”

“Yours,” I agreed, my mouth expelled like a shot from my chest as he spread open my cheeks and pressed his cock to my oiled ass and thrust the tip inside.

There was a slight burn that morphed so quickly into an exquisite ache, I couldn’t help but pant into the pain and whimper for more.

He slid into me centimetre by centimetre, feeding his thick cock inside my greased hole as he rubbed his big hands all over my ass and hips. I could tell by the slight hiccough in his breath that the sight of me pulsing and struggling around his girth was getting to him, but he still moved methodically with utmost control into my body to the hilt.

When his balls pressed against my soppy wet pussy, I shuddered, my entire body alive with electricity as if he had plugged me into a socket with too high a voltage.

“That’s it, hush,bella. I’ve got you,” he soothed as his hands curved over my flesh, a jockey comforting his over exercised horse. “You’re taking my dick like such a good slave.”

I quivered again as he ran a finger over the stretched skin of my asshole, tracing where he was plunged deep inside me. My body felt stretched on a rack, ready to split open at every joint and burst open on the floor at his feet.

“I’m going to use you now,” he explained calmly, coldly, as his hands tightened on my slippery hips to the point of pain. I didn’t feel it, not really. I was so deep in subspace that everything done to my body immediately translated into the language of pleasure and aching need. “I’m going to use you until you are a wild, thrashing, wet mess against the table and then I’m going to come all over your beautiful arse. Are you ready,topolina?”

I was, and I wasn’t. There was true fear on the edge of my consciousness that I simply wasn’t able to handle the kind of intense pleasure he was about to give me.

But he didn’t give me time to respond or reconsider.

He pulled out slowly to the tip and then crashed back into me, hammering into me with his hips angled up so that his cock dragged over every inch of my sensitive channel.

I squealed on the first thrust, groaned on the second, yelled, and then finally, blissfully, screamed on the fifth as I was torn apart by the hot piston of his cock. My vision shattered, the familiar kitchen around me dissolving to fractured, distorted images spotted in bright colours like fireworks shot off through a broken window. I could vaguely sense my body shaking so fiercely, my legs gave out and the only thing holding me up were Alexander’s punishing hands, but the only thing I was truly cognizant of was the lightning strike of nearly unbearable euphoria tearing me apart from the inside out.

I collapsed against the island, limp and used as discarded spaghetti, panting loudly but not so loudly I couldn’t hear the slosh and churn of his balls hitting my wet, engorged sex as he drove into me.

“Such a good slave,” he praised, his voice gone to smoke with lust. “Such a good slave for your Master. Do you think you deserve my cum?”