Sometimes when I’m buried deep inside her, I simply cannot go deep enough. My steady, rhythmic motions become heavy, and rough. As if the man recedes to the prison cell which the beast is kept as this primitive part of me emerges to claim his female. My adored princess becomes my precious prey as my eyes grow dark and filled with a raw, undiluted, hunger for her. To possess her, claim her, ravage her and use her like the dirty little wanton slut that hides within her. My slut, my prey. As I hover above her and look down into her face as I plow into her, going in as deep as I possibly could with unrelenting plows, I am only pushed further into the abyss that is our passion. It is all consuming as it swallows me whole and her screams and cries fill the space around us, echoing off the walls. Hearing her call for me as I push her further to her edge. Watching carefully as she throws her head back, shutting her eyes tight as she takes every blow. Knowing full well how tight her sex is, I am well aware of the knowledge that my size and girth are stretching her walls with every thrust yet it only makes me want to go deeper. In that instant, I wish nothing more than to hurt her and bring her to tears as she feels me claiming her body. Just as I begin to feel myself climbing my peek, my hand automatically reaches for her throat as she takes in a sharp breath and her eyes fly open. Those dark eyes void of all innocence and civility as she growls through her teeth begging me…. fuck me Daddy, claim your little whore. At times I often wonder if she has any idea of how transcendent my grip on self-control really is during these moments, if she has any idea of what goes through my lust-filled mind.. I tighten my hold on her throat and can see her pupils dilate as I lean over her. growling in my deep bedroom voice as my breath caresses her lush lips… I am not done with you yet, my pet. It is intoxicating to see the look of surprise, desire, pain and need cross her face as I release the hold on her throat and her low whimper escapes her parted lips. My thrusts growing shorter, faster and harder, I cover her body with mine as my elbows rest aside her head. My hand tangling in her hair as I tug it firmly, pulling her head to the side and exposing her delicate neck. In the haze that I am in, the feel of her nails raking down my back and leaving behind burning trails only elicits a brutal slam of my hips as I spill my seed inside her and at that very moment sinking my teeth into her flesh. Hearing her screams of pain as her hands turn into fists, pushing yet pulling at me, wanting more yet not sure if she could bear it. The sound of my animalistic and savage growl is muffled by her neck as I ascend to Top space, the warmth of her wine glides over my tongue. The warm, metallic taste of her pushing me to new heights as I grow drunk off of it. Keeping my cock buried deep in her tight cunt as it wraps around me, hungrily milking it as every last drop is spilled inside her.
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He’d stepped away the moment after he’d tied the blindfold, and from that moment to this, she’d felt as if the room was rigged with razorwire, each one pinned to her body in some way. Any movement sent a shiver down each one, an electric thrill that made her squirm and gasp. He was there, somewhere, and she could feel him.
It kept her still. The temptation was to move her head around, angle her ears as if to catch any indicator of him, that it would ricochet off the walls and spin down her ears, a bullet with a message, that he was still there, that he was still waiting. That she would be waited on, and then acted upon, when the time came. That she should wait, until he was ready. Until he deemed her ready.
But instead she just knelt there, feet in the air, swaying ever so slightly, and hands pressed flat against the mattress. She looked ready to flee. She could hear him smile. It made her throb.
“Don’t move, pretty dove.” Treacle in her ears. He was to her left.
“I want to see how long you last. How wet you get.” The tone curled, undulating with just the right frequency to hit her in her most tender spot. It was infuriating, how much power he could have over her. Worse was how much she let him have. She could move if she wanted, but here she was, immobile.
Moments passed, freezing into minutes, before she heard him move, vibrations through the room disturbing the tentative peace that had been shouting at her through the silence.
His hand between her legs, against her, feeling her, her slickness. The tut thrown from his lips, an admonishment. It only made things worse. And then that smile again, the slightest hint of wetness as his lips peeled back against his teeth. That made her problem coalesce.
Then stroking fingers became plunging fingers, and she lost herself to him.
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