Ella stilled. At first, shock arced through her body, then an excitement that had her stilling in fear. She didn’t like it, she assured herself. It was depraved, perverted. She wouldn’t like it.
“From now on, if you need to get off, Ella, you come to me. No more vibrators unless I insert them. Do you understand me?”
“James…” She shook her head, needing to protest, yet unable to.
His hand landed on the opposite cheek of her ass. She flinched, her body shuddering at the heat. She wouldn’t like this, she promised herself, though her pu**y convulsed in nearing orgasm.
Then she felt the plug, seated so snugly in her rear, begin to swell. Slowly stretching her, burning her as his fingers went to her dripping vagina. One slid slowly inside her, caressing the thin muscle that separated her vagina from her anus. She could feel the enlargement of the plug as he caressed her there. The steady growth, the burning pain, the striking pleasure that shot through her body like flares of lightning.
“The plug enlarges, Ella, to eight and a half inches and several inches around. Almost as thick, almost as long, as my cock.” She was struggling for breath when the swelling stopped. “Seven inches is all you can take now. When you can take it all, Ella, then I’ll f**k you there.”
Ella writhed against the blankets, fighting to accept the thickness of the device that stretched her anus. She could feel the heat steaming from her pu**y, the sensitivity of her body, the agonizing need that was as much pain as it was pleasure.
“Here, baby.” He was beside her then. Ella opened her eyes, staring up at him as he helped her to lever herself up as far as the chains he had loosened would allow.
She trembled, knowing what he wanted, more than eager to give it to him. She licked her lips slowly then allowed his c**k to push slowly between them. He was thick and hard, so hot and demanding she moaned in exquisite anticipation as she closed her lips tightly around him and suckled slowly at his flesh. He burrowed in, sliding over her tongue until he was almost gagging her, poised at the entrance to her throat.
He stopped, breathing roughly as his hand wrapped around the flesh where her lips were closed around it. Then his hips began to move. She heard his groan as her tongue licked at him, her mouth sucking him as he began to f**k her with smooth, powerful strokes. She was restrained, at his mercy, a receptacle for whatever he commanded. She was helpless. She was insane with lust.
She suckled his c**k with moist, noisy appreciation. There was no shame in the sounds she made, no trepidation that he would give her more than she could take. At least, not in this instance. There was only the hot male taste of him. Only the need to make him as crazy to come as she was.
“Damn, even your mouth is tight,” he groaned as he f**ked her slowly. “Hot and tight, Ella. But your pu**y’s going to be hotter, tighter. Like f**king a virgin with that butt plug filling your ass, tightening your cunt.”
She trembled as his wicked words washed over her, but she suckled his c**k like a woman starved for a man. She licked beneath the head, slurped at it, starved for the taste of his seed. The shaft throbbed, pulsed, but he held onto his control as she slowly lost hers.
“Enough,” he growled long moments later as he pulled back from her.
Ella moaned in protest, struggling against the restraints, as she tried to follow the burgeoning erection. His hand landed on the curve of her ass again. A warning slap that only made her pu**y vibrate with increased need.
“I’ve got to f**k you, Ella. I’ll strangle you if I try to take my pleasure in your mouth now.”
Ella stilled. Her breath rasped from her throat, fear suddenly trembling through her with almost the same force as her lust did. His c**k was large, thick. The plug in her anus had tightened her vagina, and it had been more than a decade since anything larger than her small vibrator had invaded the channel. He would kill her with his cock…
“Not like this, I want to watch you take me, Ella.” She was too weak to fight him as he released the restraints on her ankles and her wrists.
He turned her over on her back, then replaced them carefully. Ella stared up at him, unable to protest, unable to fight him. She ached in ways she could have never imagined. Her pu**y felt as though it was boiling with heat, and the fullness in her anus only called attention to the emptiness of her vagina.
He leaned over her, his expression so gentle, so filled with approval that her heart clenched. When his lips covered hers, her womb flexed with melting desire. His kiss was hot, heated, tasting of her intimate juices and his male need. She moaned into his lips, wishing she could hold him to her, touch him, as she felt his c**k nudge against the sensitive opening of her vagina.
“Ella,” he groaned her name, his hand touching her damp hair, the other holding her hip as the head of his c**k invaded her tight opening.
“Oh God! James!” Her head tossed as he began to push slowly inside.
“Easy, Ella. It’s okay, baby. You can take me.” She struggled against the restraints, crying out as he separated the sensitive muscles, powering through the drenched, fisted grip of her pu**y.
She bucked beneath him, barely aware of her sharp cries of pleasure…or were they of pain? Her movements drove him deeper inside her. Deeper. Deeper. Her hips arched to him as he slid into the hilt, the pulse and throb of the heavy veins beneath his hard flesh echoing through her body.
“Damn you, Ella,” he cursed her, his voice rough as he fought for control. “You’re so f**king tight I could come now. Look what you’ve denied us all these years. All these years, Ella, you stole this from us.”
She screamed then. She had sworn she would never scream for him. But when he began the hard driving rhythm inside her tight clasp, the pleasure/pain that tore through her body pushed the desperate scream from her throat. She was bound to the bed, unable to fight the sensations, helpless against the rocking strokes that tore past her muscles, made her accept her own desires, the pain and the pleasure and the need for more.
Too many years longing. Too many nights dreaming. On the third stroke Ella exploded. The orgasm that tore through her body had her tightening further, screaming out his name, her body shaking, tensing, convulsing as she fought the strength of her release. But she couldn’t fight it. Couldn’t escape the hard, quickening strokes of his c**k as he f**ked her through the cataclysm, then a last desperate lunge as his seed jetted hot and harsh inside her convulsing pu**y.