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She lowers her gaze and I feel a sting of disappointment. I want to give her something she craves. I want to show her that her world can be bigger, better, than the golden prison she has grown up in.
But I have my own bars. I am a prison of a different kind, and she knows it.
That means she will continue to try to escape, because that is her nature, and no amount of punishment, discipline, love, or dominance will change that…
But an orgasm might make it feel better?
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Fiona
I can’t win with this man. He won’t let me.
“Your mind rebels, and so does much of your nature, but there are parts of you that thrill to captivity,” Henry murmurs, lowering his head to kiss me until I feel quite breathless and dizzy. “Let me make this prison feel more like home.”
He backs me against the wall and slides his hand down my thigh until he finds the slit of my dress. His fingers curl in the finished hem and pull it up to my hip, allowing his hand to access the wetness between my legs.
I’m not wearing panties. I didn’t want a line. And that means his fingers can sweep back and forth across the shamefully engorged bud of my clit without impediment. He is teasing me, not giving me the pressure my hips crave as they swing my pelvis toward him, trying to get him to rub my clit.
He snugs his hand in the back of my hair and kisses me again, letting his fingers gently caress my sex in a torturously slow way. I feel him part my lower lips and spread my folds and I feel one tip of his finger run from the soaked entrance of my sex right up under the bud of my clit, lightly flicking it on the way past.
“You were a good girl tonight,” he says. “Better than any other night we have had together. I think your sweet little cunt deserves a reward for that.”
His words are so crude, and his grip is so powerful. I feel him using his free hand to move clothing and then the hard line of his cock is pressed against my mound.
“Is this what you want? A reward fucking? Do you want me to show you how it can feel when you are good for me?”
I want him inside me and I don’t give a fuck what the pretext is.
I reach up and my hands slide through his shorter, but still thick and eminently grabbable hair. My eyes meet his, and in this moment I don’t care about good or bad, dominant or not. I am a female with a need, and he will fulfill it.
“Fuck me,” I moan into his mouth.
“Yes, ma’am,” he growls back, playing along. He frees his cock from his pants and hikes one of my legs up over his hip, spreading me open for the thick head of his rod. He slides it along my soaked slit, back and forth.
“Does milady want to be fucked nice and hard? Or is she able to tolerate a slower pace?”
All I want is to be filled. When he fucks me, my thoughts disappear. I don’t have to experience the constant chatter of all my different takes and opinions. I can just feel.
He slowly begins to enter me, spreading my lips wide and then entering me, making my inner walls spread for him. The languid entrance makes me moan and melt against him as I surrender all control.
His cock is deep inside me and then it is sliding out so lightly and so slowly that I feel my toes curl with the need for harder, more, and intensity. But Henry knows my taste for those things and seems disinclined to indulge them.
“Easy,” he croons. “Take your fucking like a good girl. Let me use this naughty pussy nice and long and deep.”
His cock slides out to the tip, and I feel my pussy trying to grip at it desperately to retain some kind of contact. But he slides out all the way and stays free for a moment before slowly sliding back in.
I feel my body stretching for him all over again, and almost as if for the first time. He is going so slowly my toes curl and my back arches and my mind fills with demands. I want him harder and faster and deeper, but that is not what I am going to get. I get slower, I get the sensation of every inch of his cock making my body submit to him. I can feel the flared ridge of the head of his cock slipping in and out of me as he makes his thrusts devastatingly shallow, denying me fullness for a wicked length of time before finally sliding all the way inside me.
“Harder,” I moan.
“No,” he growls back, a dark smirk on his face.
He lifts me up and carries me to the bed, laying me down on my back and pinning my hips in place with both hands. Then he looms over me and keeps fucking me in that devastatingly slow way that makes me want to scream.
He pulls his cock all the way out and lays it against my pussy, the heavy thick weight of it pressing down against my clit. I squirm just to feel some movement on that sensitive bud.
“Why are you torturing me?”
