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Archie dug her fingers into the sheets, holding on for dear life. Noises she'd never heard before scraped from her throat, broken by the air punching out of her lungs with every rut of his cock. She had a brief moment to acknowledge that he would get his wish of bruising her before his voice broke through her foggy thoughts like the voice of God.
"Don't you dare come."
"Please."
His arm curled around her waist, changed the angle of penetration so his cock hit something dastardly inside her. Eyes rolling back in her head, she felt her pussy clamp down on him. He rammed in hard, stopped with every inch buried in her. "I said no. I want to feel the heat of this pussy around my bare cock for a few minutes more, kitten."
Keening, she shook her head and tried not to sob. She'd barely lasted thirty seconds without needing to come; minutes were out of the question. Her entire body quivered with the need for release, her skin slick with sweat. Even now, when he remained unmoving, she knew her system would implode with a touch of pleasure—or pain—in just the right place. "Can't...stop...it."
Fuck, he felt so good. No latex separating them, his girth stretching her deliciously wide. When he came, he would fill her with thick, creamy cum and there'd be no going back. The thought made her clench hard, squeezing him tightly. His groan didn't help her predicament—there was something about the way he groaned and grunted, the tone beneath, that hit all her fuck me harderbuttons.
"You will, because I've told you to."
Archie moaned, protesting against the slow withdrawal of his cock. She was too limp to move when Jasper's weight left the bed, then his hands were on her ankles, dragging her to the edge of the mattress and setting her feet on the floor. Her ass was up in the air, her legs barely able to bear weight, and her torso melted into the covers. "Please, let me come. I'll be so good, Sir. Just once. Just once." She couldn't stop mumbling those two words over and over.
Her hands were brought to the small of her back, and she linked her fingers together at his bidding.
"Come when I tell you to, and not before." Jasper reiterated firmly. There was no cruelty in his voice, no censure. Just a firm, undeniable order. His hands took possession of her hips. "You can do this, Anarchy. Be my good girl."
Her breath sobbed out as he mounted her again. Her upturned ass gave him a deeper angle than before, and he used it to his advantage. Flesh slapped against flesh wetly, his groin thumping harshly against her cheeks. Her pussy was making the obscenest sounds, her juices flowing copiously.
There was no mercy.
Nerves frazzled, she let the tears of frustration loose. She wasn't under the impression she could obey the one order he'd given her; it just wasn't possible to control her body with so many stimuli wrecking her from the inside out. Every time she was on the verge of falling apart, spiraling into the abyss, he did something different to throw her off stride and kick the climax just out of reach.
Yellow was on the tip of her tongue.
Jasper tilted her hips, shortening his thrusts into a series of frenzied jabs. Her voice wasn't her own as she begged and whined and pleaded, knowing she was going to fail him if he didn't give her the one word she needed. When he plunged inside her to the hilt and snapped out, "Come, Anarchy!", she was in ecstasy.
What seemed like an eternity of torturous waiting detonated. In her head, she imagined the glass blasting out of the window frames, the walls tearing apart with the force of the orgasm. Her body bucked, completely out of her control, as she rode the waves of bliss and fought for more.
Copper filled her mouth; she vaguely understood she'd bitten her tongue. She pulsed in time with her raging heartbeat, her pussy clenching and releasing rapidly on the steely length buried in her. The feral cries she heard died off to panting whimpers, and she realized her throat was raw.
Her Master groaned, kneading her hips as his own climax faded. After a moment, his palms ran over her back, gentle and tender. "Take a minute, Anarchy. Just catch your breath. Relax for me, kitten." His hands stroked her sweaty skin reverently. "Christ, I didn't think you'd hold out. You did so well. No, don't move. Just stay there and breathe; I've got you."
She was trembling viciously. It was kind of frightening how little control she had over her body, she thought. It worked on autopilot while her brain just...spun in circles like a ballerina on a sugar high. The stroke of his palms both soothed and irritated her oversensitive skin, but she wasn't about to tell him to stop.
There was a high probability he'd just broken her mind.
Archie was sure her cheek was resting in a puddle of drool. Unsurprising, given that her mouth was wide open and still emitting wild, breathless whimpers. She couldn't seem to rein them in. It wasn't helping her cause that Jasper remained inside her, no longer fully erect, but seated deep enough for her muscles to grasp his length.
"Better, Anarchy. That's my good kitten. This is a stupid question, but I have to ask—are you okay?"
Yeah, that was a pretty stupid question. She might never be okay again after that fucking. In the space of thirty minutes, Jasper had taken the wires that formed the basis of who and what she was, and ripped the whole goddamn network out. Just ripped them clean out, and reprogrammed her so there'd never be another man who could play her body the way he did—not that she wanted there to be. "Dead."
His laugh was light, amused. "You're not dead, I promise. You'll be cursing me soon, but I won't take it to heart." Fingertips trailed from her nape down to the crease of her butt. "I think your ass will be my next conquest, kitten." He gave her a gentle pat on said ass, then started to ease out of her.
Only to freeze when she said, "Don't move. Please."
"Okay. Take a few more minutes." He drew circles around the base of her spine. "I'm going to step out on a precarious limb here and guess I was too rough. I'm sorry." The random pattern on her back stopped. "Want me to kiss the boo-boos?"
Archie burst out laughing. The idea of him going down on her was hot, even after he'd pounded her into a wet, sticky mess, but his choice of words and his tone were delightfully playful compared to his usual stern facade. "Kissing anything right now will only lead right back here, Sir, and we both know it. Thanks for the offer."
"Anything for you, Anarchy. Your voice is stronger," he noted. "Ready for me to move?"
"I think you fucked me hard enough to fuse us together." Archie screwed her eyes shut and blew out a bolstering breath. They couldn't stay this way forever, no matter how good it made her feel. "Don't you dare get another erection if this hurts me," she warned him. "Master or not, my pussy has now entered a rest and recovery stage."
"I promise I will try my best," Jasper said soberly, setting his hand on her hip.
