"No."

“No…” You whisper. “I don’t want that. Please don’t cum inside me.”

Lenne pauses for a moment. His expression darkens. He doesn’t argue. Instead, he suddenly grabs your hips tighter and starts fucking you harder. Brutal enough to make the bed crack under his movement.

“You can say no all you want. But I’m still gonna fill you.”

You try to push against his chest, but the bindings keep you in place. He pins your wrists above your head with one hand and keeps pounding into you.

“I’m close,” he grunts, eyes locked on your face.

You shake your head desperately. “Wait!”

With a deep, guttural groan, he slams into you as deep as he can go and cums. You feel every spurt as he floods your pussy. Pumping rope after heavy rope of hot cum straight into your womb. He grinds against you, making sure it all stays deep inside while he rides out his orgasm. When he finally finishes, he stays buried inside you, panting against your neck.

“Too late, baby.”

He pulls out with a wet sound. A thick glob of his seed immediately drips from your pussy onto the furs. He watches it with clear satisfaction, then reaches down and pushes two thick fingers back inside you, stirring his load. Lenne pulls his fingers out and wipes them on your thigh, then collapses beside you and drags you against his chest. One big arm wraps around your body, his hand resting on your lower belly again.

“Get some sleep,” he mutters, already sounding half-dead. “You've got time to accept your place. And you'll be back in that room before long.”

You lie there in his arms, feeling his warm cum slowly leaking out of you, heart racing with a messy mix of fear, shame… and the tiniest, most unwanted spark of heat.