Sasha
I closed my eyes, still grinding against him, the electricity racing through every vein and cell. The scent of the man, his burning testosterone and cologne mixing with my wanton hunger was so intoxicating I was left panting.
“Ouch! Fuck…” I couldn’t hold back the cries any longer, my whimpering voice floating into the space.
“When you misbehave, I won’t hesitate,” he whispered, peppering another savage volley.
I was ready to beg him to stop, even as the agony mixed with a wild sense of bliss. My nipples were rock hard, my clit swollen, and I could swear my cries could be heard several yards away.
I didn’t want this.
But I did…
I couldn’t tolerate this.
But I would…
Everything about this man stifled my intelligence, the horror of him and his life a terrible consequence. Yet my pussy continued to clench, longing for his touch.
His breathing even more scattered, he eased my legs as far apart as possible. “You make me damn hard, Sasha.”
“Yes… Yes, sir.” I undulated my hips, rubbing back and forth until I was rewarded with a deep moan, dark and animalistic, more enticing than ever.
He slid the handle of the brush down the cleft of my ass, rolling the edge under my aching bottom. “What I want to do to you.”
“Tell me,” I managed, tipping my head to the side. I was losing control, no longer caring who might see us, even excited about the possibilities.
Snarling, he slipped the wood between my legs, moving the edge back and forth. “Whip that pretty pink pussy.”
“Mmm…”
“Clamp that pretty pussy.” August tapped the bush against my pussy lips, the hint of pain forcing me to arch my back. “Pierce this pussy, the one I own.”
His words sent a damning thrill through every inch, stealing my breath. “Yes.” When he slipped the handle inside, pumping in and out, my muscles clamped around the invasion.
“Whip every inch of your body,” he continued, his voice almost inaudible, his actions becoming more aggressive.
“Yes… sir…” I bit back another yelp, my hand finding his leg and clutching on.
“I want you marked as mine. I could keep you tied up, ready for my savage use every day and every night.”
“Mmm…” I could concentrate on nothing else but the hard plunging of the implement. I was aggressively humping his leg as he fucked me, driving the wood in and out.
“Strip you of your humanity, forcing you to suck my cock whenever I wanted,” he breathed, jamming the wooden piece inside.
I was so close to coming, my entire body shaking as he continued. “Oh… Oh, oh, oh…”
“Fuck that tight ass whenever.” He laughed, jerking the brush away and smacking my ass several times.
I whimpered, kicking out my legs. “Please. I…”
“Please what, Sasha? What do you want?”
“I want to…” Why couldn’t I even say the words?
He swatted my pussy lips then plunged the brush back inside. “You want to come.”
“Yes, please.” I rocked forward and backward and could tell he was struggling to hold on.
August took several seconds merely breathing. Then his rhythm and the angle changed. He fisted my hair, tugging my head as he thrust the handle in and out. “Good girls get what they want. Bad girls don’t have a choice.” His snicker was darkly erotic, sending a shower of goosebumps over my arms and legs.
I didn’t care. I couldn’t think or focus as the climax roared up from my toes, pulsating along the insides of my legs before shooting into my pussy. “Oh. Yes. Yes!” I could no longer feel my legs as the single orgasm turned into an intense wave, stealing my breath and what was left of my sanity. “God…”
August issued another low-slung growl before yanking the brush away from my molten heat. “Open your mouth like a good little girl.”
I obeyed him, crazed with desire. As he thrust the handle into my mouth, twisting and turning, I realized what a dirty little girl I really was. He’d already begun to strip away at my humanity, igniting the kind of hunger I never knew existed. But this was all about sex, carnal and primal.
I wasn’t entirely certain whether I crawled onto his lap or if he dragged me in that position, but as I placed my arms around his neck, still sucking on the brush, he seemed surprised. Very slowly he eased the implement from my mouth, running the wood under his nose before tossing it to the side. His chest rose and fell, his eyes shimmering and so focused that I could see right through to his soul.
He was a haunted man.