In the morning light, Aurora awoke to the feel of Damian’s arms wrapped tightly around her. His warm breath tickled her neck as he whispered sweet nothings into her ear. She tried to pull away, the events of the night still a vivid memory, but his grip held firm.
“Good morning, my love,” he murmured, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin just beneath her ear. His words sent a shiver down her spine, and she knew what was coming next.
Aurora’s eyes fluttered open, the early morning light casting shadows across the opulent bedroom. Damian’s arms were wrapped around her, his naked chest pressed against her back. She tried to shift away from him, the ache from the previous night still lingering between her legs, but his grip tightened, pulling her closer.
“Good morning, my little whore,” he whispered in her ear, his breath hot and tickling. “How does it feel to be used by so many men?”
Aurora’s body stiffened at his words, the memories of the previous night’s depravity washing over her like a cold shower. She felt a strange mix of embarrassment, anger, and arousal. She had never been one for mornings, but the events of the night before had left her feeling more than a little overwhelmed.
Damian’s hands roamed her body, his fingers tracing the lines of her hips and the curves of her breasts. He rolled her onto her back, his eyes dark and hungry. Aurora felt the heat of his gaze, the weight of his desire pressing down on her.
“I can’t,” she protested weakly, her voice a mere whisper. “I’m too sore.”
But Damian’s eyes gleamed with a mischievous spark. “You can, and you will,” he murmured, his hand sliding between her legs to find her still wet from the night’s activities. He began to rub her clit, his touch surprisingly gentle despite his earlier roughness.
Aurora’s body responded despite herself, a low moan escaping her lips. She tried to protest, but her voice was lost in the tide of desire that washed over her. She was his, and she knew it.
Damian’s cock was already hard, pressing into her thigh. He rolled her onto her stomach, pulling her hips up so that her ass was in the air. She felt him spread her cheeks apart, the coolness of the morning air against her most intimate place making her shiver.
“You’re mine, Aurora,” he said, his voice thick with need. “Mine to fuck whenever I want, however I want.”
Her eyes widened in shock at his bluntness, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she found herself arching her back, pushing her ass up into the air, offering herself to him. His hand smacked her cheek playfully, and she yelped before he plunged into her, his cock filling her up in one swift motion.
Aurora bit her lip to stifle a scream, the pain mixing with the lingering pleasure from the night before. She could feel him stretching her, his movements rough and demanding. Her body was already slick with desire, her pussy still swollen and tender.
He began to fuck her hard, his hips slamming into her with a force that made the bedframe rattle. Aurora’s eyes squeezed shut, her teeth digging into the pillow as she tried to muffle her cries. She could feel every inch of him, his cock hitting places that made her see stars.
Her body was sore from the previous night’s exertions, but the pain was a reminder of her submission, of her place in this twisted world of pleasure and pain. She could feel the bruises forming, the sting of his grip on her hips, but she didn’t protest. Instead, she pushed back into him, her own hunger growing with every thrust.
His hand reached around her, his fingers finding her clit once again. He began to rub in time with his hips, the pressure building until Aurora thought she would break. She could feel herself getting wetter, her body betraying her with every moan.
“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice a low growl. “You’re already eager for more.”
Aurora felt a twinge of anger at his words, but it was quickly doused by the heat pooling between her legs. She hated the way her body responded to him, but she couldn’t deny the power he held over her. With a sigh, she allowed herself to be pulled closer, his hardness pressing into her back.
Damian’s hand snaked around her waist, his fingers dancing down to her clit, which was already swollen and sensitive from the previous night. He began to rub slow, deliberate circles, his other hand gripping her hip firmly. Aurora’s eyes squeezed shut as the sensation grew, her body responding despite her mind’s protest.
“You’re going to take all of me, my love,” he said, his voice a low, seductive purr. “Every inch, every morning.”
Aurora felt a thrill of fear and excitement at his words. She knew what was coming, knew what he expected of her. But she couldn’t bring herself to refuse him. His hand continued to explore her body, his fingers dancing around her clit, teasing and tormenting her until she was wet and aching for more.
“Damian, I… I can’t,” she whispered, her voice strained. But he was relentless, his touch growing more insistent. She felt his cock press against her, hot and demanding.
“Yes, you can,” he murmured, his fingers working their magic. “You want it, don’t you?”
Aurora’s breath hitched. She did want it, even though she didn’t understand why. His touch was like a drug, addictive and all-consuming. With a nod, she gave him the answer he was looking for.
Damian didn’t need any more encouragement. He slammed into her, his cock filling her completely. Aurora’s body jolted at the sudden intrusion, the pain mixing with a deep, gnawing need. She felt him move inside her, his strokes punishing and possessive. Her moans grew louder, filling the room with the sound of their lovemaking.