Make him mount you

“I want you to do it yourself.” Christopher told Leylin. It sounded almost like a request and less like an order. Leylin knew he had **** but to go along with his whims, even if he did refuse, it would just result in more pain for himself, or worse, his wife.

He slowly stood up and draped a leg over Christopher’s lap. He put his hands on his shoulders to help support himself. Reaching behind himself, he lined up the dick to his hole. Christopher moaned as he felt a slight pressure on the tip of his dick.

“That’s right. Just like that, keep going.” Leylin complied and slowly slid the dick inside of himself. He groaned in pain, he had never had anything up his ass before. It felt like having a stake drived deep up his ass, it was uncomfortable. To top it off, his ass was dry so he could feel a ton of friction. His ass was on fire just from pushing it in. He sat for a few seconds on top of Christopher's dick, trying to acclimate himself.

Leylin’s POV

“What are you waiting for? Start moving already.” Christopher did not care about my feelings. He just wanted to feel good. It felt degrading to me, doing such an intimate act with someone I just met. I started to slowly move up and down on his cock, each movement I made felt like it was tearing my asshole apart. I could see the look on his face, a mix of gloating and pleasure. He was happy watching me **** myself on his cock.

“I want to see you ride me harder and faster.” He told me. I looked over at Adela, she still laid in a crumpled pile in the middle of the throne room. She hadn’t woken up yet, but I knew that if I didn’t do what he wanted there was a worse fate in store for both of us. I sped up my pace, I could hear the sickening sound of skin slapping against skin each time I came down on him. Even though the pain was excruciating, there was a burning inside of me. A pleasant tingle. My dick began to grow harder every time his dick plunged into me.

“It looks like you’re getting hard. Just remember, no cumming unless I say you can.” I tried to focus on the pleasure and forget about the pain. I wasn’t sure when but at one point I was riding him purely for my own pleasure and forgot about everything else. I was rudely awakened from my haze when I felt a hard slap across my butt.

“Get up. I want to fuck you over the throne.” I winced. He roughly pushed me against the throne and plunged deep into my ass. I felt his balls slap against my ass and my face turned bright red. For some reason this was much more embarrassing when I was doing everything myself. I was being owned, and I didn’t know how to feel about it. He sped up his pace, and I could feel him drawing near. I was too.

“Beg for my cum. I want you to tell me where you want it.”

“I-I don’t kno-” I was cut off with a hard slap across the ass.

“Tell me.” He said in a deep voice. My face was red with shame.

“Outside. O-On my back I guess.” I told him, wondering if he was really going to cum where I wanted. I felt myself drawing near, but held back knowing he would not be happy if I came. I cried silently in shame, knowing I had fallen so far. He plunged into me one last time before pulling out and cumming all over me. I could feel his hot sperm dripping down my back and ass. Christopher stood over me for a moment, admiring his work.

“You look unsatisfied. You know what you have to do if you want to cum.” He told me. I sat there for a moment and hesitated. I wanted to cum so bad, but did I really want to **** myself?

“P-Please let me cum.”

“That’s a good start, but I don’t know. . .”