Fuck her

He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear, “I want to hear you scream for it.” His lips brushed her skin, the words sending a shiver down her spine. She could feel the weight of his gaze, the intensity of his need pressing against her, demanding something she wasn’t sure she could give. But she wanted to. Oh, how she wanted to.

He pulled back, his fingers trailing down her spine, the touch light but deliberate, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Her body trembled, the anticipation building with every second. His hands moved to her hips, gripping her firmly, possessively, as if he already owned her. And maybe he did. Maybe she had given herself to him the moment he walked into the room, exuding that dangerous, irresistible energy.

With one swift motion, he thrust his cock inside her, filling her completely. She gasped, her body arching against the restraints as the sensation overwhelmed her. He was everywhere—inside her, around her, his presence consuming her entirely. “You’re mine, Lace,” he whispered, his voice low, commanding, and utterly unyielding. “Every inch of you.”

His hands moved to her breasts, gripping them as if they were handholds, his fingers digging into her flesh just enough to remind her of his control. She cried out, the mixture of pleasure and pain sending her spiraling. He didn’t stop, didn’t slow down, his thrusts growing harder, deeper, more relentless. Each movement pushed her further, testing her limits, demanding more from her.

“Scream for me,” he commanded, his voice a growl that left no room for disobedience. “I want to hear you beg.”

She tried to hold back, tried to keep some semblance of control, but it was impossible. He was too much, too overwhelming, and she was helpless against him. “Please,” she gasped, her voice trembling with need. “Please, sir… don’t stop.”

He chuckled, the sound dark and predatory, sending a thrill through her. “Good girl,” he purred, his hands tightening on her breasts as he continued to thrust into her. “But I want more. I want you to scream.”

She couldn’t hold back any longer. A cry tore from her throat, raw and unfiltered, as the intensity of the sensation overwhelmed her. Her body trembled, her skin flushed and sensitive, and she could feel herself teetering on the edge. He smirked, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he watched her fall apart beneath him.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice a low, husky growl. “Let go, Lace. Let me take you.”

She did. Her body convulsed, the pleasure crashing over her in waves as she screamed his name. He didn’t stop, didn’t let up, his thrusts growing harder, more demanding, until she was certain she couldn’t take anymore. But he didn’t care. He wanted everything from her, and he wouldn’t stop until he got it.

Her screams echoed through the room, raw and unfiltered, as he continued to fuck her, his hands gripping her breasts, his cock filling her completely. She was his, and he wouldn’t let her forget it. Not even for a second.

When he finally pulled out, she collapsed against the restraints, her body trembling, her skin flushed and sensitive. He leaned over her, his breath hot against her ear. “Do you want more?” he asked, his voice low, husky, and utterly intoxicating.

She nodded frantically, her body trembling with anticipation. “Yes, sir. Please… I need more.”

He moved behind her, his body pressing against hers as he leaned down to whisper, “Then beg for it.”

Her breath hitched, her body arching as his fingers circled her entrance, teasing her relentlessly. “Please,” she gasped, her voice trembling with need. “Please, sir… I want it. I need it.”

“Show me,” he commanded, his fingers pressing harder, “how much you want it.”

“Please!” she cried, her voice breaking as she twisted against the restraints. “Please, I need it. I need you. I need you to strike me.”

He smirked, his hand coming down sharply on her ass, the pain and pleasure mingling until she cried out, her body trembling with need.

“Again,” she pleaded, her voice trembling with desperation. “Please, sir… again.”

He obliged, his hand coming down again and again, each strike pushing her further, testing her limits. She squirmed and gasped with each impact, her body growing hotter with every strike. The pain was intense, but so was the pleasure, the two blending together until she couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.

By the time he paused, her body was trembling, her skin flushed and sensitive. He leaned over her, his breath hot against her ear. “Do you want more?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

She nodded frantically, her body trembling with anticipation. “Yes, sir. Please… I need more.”

He moved behind her, his body pressing against hers as he leaned down to whisper, “Then beg for it.”

Her breath hitched, her body arching as his fingers circled her entrance, teasing her relentlessly. “Please,” she gasped, her voice trembling with need. “Please, sir… I want it. I need it.”

“Show me,” he commanded, his fingers pressing harder, “how much you want it.”

“Please!” she cried, her voice breaking as she twisted against the restraints. “Please, I need it. I need you. I need you to strike me.”

He smirked, his hand coming down sharply on her ass, the pain and pleasure mingling until she cried out, her body trembling with need.

“Again,” she pleaded, her voice trembling with desperation. “Please, sir… again.”

He obliged, his hand coming down again and again, each strike pushing her further, testing her limits. She squirmed and gasped with each impact, her body growing hotter with every strike. The pain was intense, but so was the pleasure, the two blending together until she couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.

By the time he paused, her body was trembling, her skin flushed and sensitive. He leaned over her, his breath hot against her ear. “Do you want more?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

She nodded frantically, her body trembling with anticipation. “Yes, sir. Please… I need more.”

He moved behind her, his body pressing against hers as he leaned down to whisper, “Then beg for it.”