Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 65871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 329(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 329(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
This is my mate putting his claim on every bit of me, driving evil out of my synapses, stamping his ownership on every beat of my heart, every thought in my head.
Somehow, I know Dom has been defeated. He already feels like a distant memory, not like someone who was able to puppet me, but like a footnote on a pamphlet I might have seen on someone else’s desk a decade ago. He is a memory, but one barely strong enough to register any kind of response in me.
Alexei is trying to fuck me free of my mental chains, but no matter how hard he thrusts, or how passionately he kisses me, somehow I still feel Dom inside me somewhere.
“Harder, please,” I beg. “Make me yours. Make every bit of me yours.”
“Every part of you is mine,” he assures me in a deep, masculine growl. But it’s still not enough.
“I need you to… you have to…”
“What?” He cups my face in his hands, his cock deep inside me.
“You have to make it hurt,” I blush. “I don’t think it will work unless I can’t feel anything except you.”
His eyes search mine for a long moment. “You want me to punish you?”
“Yes. Please. I was bad.”
“You weren’t. You were taken captive. It wasn’t your fault.”
“Yes, it was. Now fucking punish me for it, asshole.”
His head snaps back when I call him an asshole. That’s it. That’s what I needed to do. I have to rile him so he fucks me properly. Not with this passionate lovemaking, but in a rougher, more primal way. In a way that will drive every other thought out of my head.
He slaps me. A sudden burst of heat across my left cheek makes me gasp and stare at him as I try to process that he just did that, the tingling in my face a very clear and undeniable sign I did not just imagine that.
“Is that what you want?” He growls the question down at me. “Is that what you need? Rougher handling?”
Alexei
She nods, but I can see the tears welling in her eyes. Poor little thing. Her eyes are bigger than her stomach when it comes to rough play. I barely swatted her face just now, using just enough force to make her pretty cheek sting.
I thrust into her hard, unexpectedly reminding her that she is, in fact, still being fucked. I think she forgot for a moment. She remembers now, though. I feel her inner walls grip me tighter, and I see her eyes flash, and I know we are closer now to what she has needed all along.
“You are mine,” I remind her. “Nobody can take you far enough away from me to change that. Your body will still belong to me always, won’t it.”
“Yes,” she whispers as I draw out of her pussy slowly, all the way to the tip of my cock, and then slide back in hard and fast, pounding her in a series of relentless strokes that show no regard for her tender little hole. I am taking my pleasure from her, and she is giving herself to me just as nature intended for her to do.
I would be more tender, more giving, more careful, but that did not work. She doesn’t need a soft lover. She needs a master, an alpha. She needs to know that she has truly been taken. That is why I pull out of her pussy and slide her down the bed using the grip I have on her hair. I rise up onto my knees, my gleaming erection now at the same level as her eyes.
“Open,” I command, pressing my cock to her lips. I have not made her suck me before. It has never been important to me. There are other parts of her body I would rather breed. But there is something about having to suck a man’s cock that reminds a woman of her place, and that is why I urge her to part her pretty lips and then proceed to fuck her adorable face until she is bright red.
“That’s right,” I tell her. “You’re my little fuck-mate, aren’t you. All your holes belong to me, don’t they?”
“All of them?” she whimpers softly.
“All of them. All of you,” I remind her, giving her several more thrusts over her tongue, almost all the way to the back of her throat. “Now, are you ready for me to fill your pussy with my cum? Or do I need to keep proving a point?”
I pull my cock out after a moment of watching her struggle on it. “Hmmm?”
“I’m ready for your cum,” she blushes.
“Good girl.”
I pick her up, swing her around so she is on top of me, and I plunge her down onto my cock, which feels as hard as it has ever been in this moment. She is so fucking tight, and so very hot and so incredibly wet as I bounce her on my dick, using her like a toy, taking that pussy as if it is mine, because it is mine. She bounces so prettily, her breasts and her curves rolling with the motion of this hard, ruthless claiming.