Azira
He thrusts three fingers into my pussy and groans. “So fucking wet. We won’t need lube, as you are making enough.”
I feel him spread my arousal onto my ass, and then he spits on it, making me shudder. And then he thrusts his cock into my pussy. “I’ll get my cock nice and wet in your cunt.”
There’s a part of me that can’t believe he’s doing this, taking things this far, and there’s this dark part of me that loves it. I want him to take what he wants from me, use me and abuse me in sick and dirty ways.
“Blaine, this is insane.”
His eyes flash. “Have I ever told you that you could call me by my first name?”
I purse my lips together. “No, but I assumed-”
“Don’t. It’s master or sir to you.”
I swallow hard. “Sorry, sir.”
He pulls out of my pussy presses the hard, thick head of his cock against my tight hole, making me tense. “I would tell you this won’t hurt, but that’s a lie. And let’s be honest with each other. You love pain.” He forces the tip harder against my tight ring of muscles and I scream as the tip pops through.
“That’s right. I want to hear you scream while you take it up the ass.”
I can hardly believe that after years of lusting after this man, my professor, that it has led to this.
The pain is unbelievable as he keeps pushing, never once relenting as I scream in agony.
His cock sinking deeper and deeper into my ass with only my arousal as lube.
“So. Fucking. Tight.” His jaw is tight as he watches his cock disappearing inside of me.
I should shout at him to stop, as this is so wrong. I tell him no and yet he’s doing it, anyway.
A masochist I may be, but I didn’t believe I was so cracked in the head I’d enjoy being taken against my will.
And yet, deep down, I know it’s not really against my will. I want this. I want Blaine. I want what he does to me, even if I can’t quite accept how depraved it is, and what that means about me as a person.
I glance down as the pain seems to subside slightly and I realize Blaine’s cock has disappeared inside of me.
“You’ve taken every fucking inch.” He sounds almost in awe. “Now let’s see how you enjoy getting that ass ruined.” His eyes flash with that same sadistic delight I’ve seen time and time again.
A shiver races down my spine as he grabs hold of my thighs and pushes me away from him on the swing until his cock is almost all the way out of me. And then he pulls me back, slamming every inch with force inside of me.
I scream, the pain unlike anything I’ve ever felt.
It feels like he’s literally trying to destroy me from the inside out.
“I fucking love it when you scream,” he says, watching me as he repeats the same move over and over, delighting in the pain he’s inflicting. “It makes me so damn hard.”
And yet, the more he fucks me, the less painful it gets.
The throbbing between my thighs becomes almost unbearable as I reach between my thighs to touch my clit.
Blaine swats my hand away aggressively. “No one touches you except for me.”
I narrow my eyes. “That’s ridiculous.”
He grabs hold of my wrists forcefully and pushes them above my head, leaning over the swing as his cock remains buried deep inside of me. “It’s the rules. You will come when I want you to. Do you understand?”
I should hate how demanding he is, but it only seems to feed this sick and twisted need to be used by him. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir,” I say, infusing my tone with sarcasm, as he’s being a jerk.
If he notices, he doesn’t berate me for it. Instead, he releases my wrists and moves again. Every movement harder and rougher than the last, as if he’s testing how far he can push this and just how much my body can take. If he expects me to beg him to stop, he’ll be surprised, as the pleasure is unlike anything I could have dreamed of.
It feels like the pleasure is going to tear me apart as I stare up at the man moving in and out of me. The suggestion that he’s a monster has never been more poignant as he bares his teeth.
“Scared yet, Miss Sidorov?” he asks, his voice gravelly and rough.
I shake my head. “No, sir.”
He growls and then thrusts even deeper than I believe possible inside of me, and then he leans over and sinks his teeth into my shoulder hard enough to draw blood. “You should be,” he murmurs into my ear. “As when a beast craves something, he takes it no matter what, and this beast is addicted to every single part of you.”
I whimper as the pain and pleasure become impossible to tell apart-completely indistinguishable from one another. The wiring in my brain must be wrong as I crave the pain that he gives me as much as the pleasure. They’re the same for me.
“Your ass is so fucking tight,” he growls, licking the bite marks he inflicted on my shoulder as he remains still inside of me.
I shudder. “Fuck me, sir,” I beg.
He straightens and glares down at me with those otherworldly hazel eyes. “Ask me nicely.”
“Please fuck me, sir.”
He licks his bottom lip. “Call me master and maybe I’ll consider it.”
I swallow hard. “Please fuck me hard and rough, master.”
The control in his eyes snaps and he grabs hold of my thighs so hard and plows into me with unmeasured violence. His cock thrusting in fast and hard, as if he’s trying to break me apart. The tip of his cock is so deep inside of me it feels like I can feel him in my stomach, and I love it. I love how rough he’s being, despite the logical part of my brain telling me this is fucked up.
“Good girl, take my cock in that virgin ass just like that,” he grunts, staring down at me with a mix of awe and desire stirring in his eyes.
“Yes, master,” I purr, longing to drive him crazy with need.
His jaw clenches. “I want you to come. I want to feel your muscles contract as you tip over the edge.” His nostrils flare. “I want you to come even though you told me you didn’t want this, because deep down you love being taken against your will.”
My eyes clamp shut as he thrusts into me with more force than I believed possible, and then I feel his finger against my clit.
He applies just the right pleasure and within seconds, I’m unraveling for him like a badly wrapped gift.
My body spasms, making the swing shudder as he continues to fuck me right through it.
“Fuck, oh fuck, yes,” I scream, unable to think past the euphoria that is spiking through my veins.
And then a flood of liquid squirts from my pussy all over his shirt and if I weren’t so far gone, I think I’d die of embarrassment.
Blaine just growls and plows into me harder. “You dirty little pain slut,” he murmurs, his jaw clenching hard. “I love that you just squirted for me.”
He roars then and holds himself deep inside of me as he empties his seed in my abused ass. A vein pulsing at his temple as his eyes clamp shut, and he ruts into me, draining every drop.
When he opens his eyes, they’re shining with triumph. “Now you are mine, Azira. I have claimed every fucking hole, and you won’t escape me, no matter how hard you try.” His eyes narrow. “No matter how fast you run.”
His words should scare me, but those words just ignite an excitement deep inside of me. Excitement to see just where this crazy, twisted thing will go between us.