swollen length filled her to capacity.
"You, Sir," she whispered.
"Again, louder," he commanded, snapping himself in and out of her in time with his orders.
Raina cleared her scratchy throat and tried again, anxious to please him. "You, Sir,"
"Engagement, wedding, common law marriage, who do you belong to?" he ground out, pumping into her harder and harder.
"You, Sir," she answered immediately through her own groans as she tried to absorb the impact of his powerful strokes.
He let himself enjoy her, just a bit, just for a while, enjoying the way she couldn't quite cringe from him, that she couldn't escape from whatever he did to her, and knowing that she was christening his cock with her own juices, knowing that she loved what he did to her.
Suddenly, he pulled out of her woman's passage, placing his glistening head at her bottom hole. "Is there going to be a pre nup between us, Raina?"
He watched her lower her head. Raina knew when she was defeated. "No, Sir," she tried not to whisper.
At her words, he pushed himself against that small opening, only able to force it to accept a small amount of him on the first try.
"Is there ever again going to be any doubt in your mind as to who is in charge here?"
Almost afraid to say it, but even more afraid not to, Raina answered as softly as she dared, "No, Sir."
He simply leaned his hips into her, almost gently, forcing his way into her. Forcing her body to comply with his demands.
"Who owns you, body and soul, Raina?"
Panting, and trying desperately to relax, she breathed, "You, Sir." She could feel him, stretching her almost beyond her capacity, easing off only slightly to then pressed even further in.
"You just keep saying that while I rape your bottom, Raina. There's nothing you can do about it, anyway. You just keep reminding yourself out loud who it is that controls you and your life."
She did as she was told as he took her, her voice breaking as he settled completely into her, up to the hilt, leaning over her as she began to sob at the ache he was creating, and the uncomfortable feeling of fullness she couldn't eliminate. He fucked her slowly at first, in and out, and she knew that he had put some sort of slickness on himself at some point which eased his way, and the easier it got, the harder he slammed into her as she chanted that phrase over and over, hating the fact that being treated this way was only making her that much slicker.
Sometimes, her Master had brought her to pleasure doing just this, and it was the memories of just that situation that flooded her genitals, pooling the ecstasy in a place that she knew wasn't going to get any attention from him for quite some time, if then.
For now, she had to concentrate on repeating who she belonged to over and over as he claimed the very insides of her for himself, reinforcing what she was saying in the most basic, physical manner a man could.
He reached out and was able to grab her ponytail, to pull her head back with a calculated gentleness that belied what he was doing to the rest of her body and use it as a rein, keeping her head up carefully, not wanting to jerk or hurt her neck, but rather just to provide yet another reminder of his power over her.
He took her then, indulging himself completely with and within her, running his hand over her back and bottom, knowing she'd become accustomed enough that he didn't have to be quite as careful as he had been, letting himself go to a certain extent, always watchful of her condition, however.
The end, though, the uncontrollable ecstasy was already tingling in his loins, and he knew that he simply wasn't going to be able to hold off as long as he would like to. It just wasn't going to happen. And he knew that that was for the best, actually, because if he'd continued pumping in and out of her, she might extract a level of pleasure he wasn't yet willing to impart to her. So it was for the best when he threw back his head and roared his bliss to the exposed beam
"You, Sir," she whispered.
"Again, louder," he commanded, snapping himself in and out of her in time with his orders.
Raina cleared her scratchy throat and tried again, anxious to please him. "You, Sir,"
"Engagement, wedding, common law marriage, who do you belong to?" he ground out, pumping into her harder and harder.
"You, Sir," she answered immediately through her own groans as she tried to absorb the impact of his powerful strokes.
He let himself enjoy her, just a bit, just for a while, enjoying the way she couldn't quite cringe from him, that she couldn't escape from whatever he did to her, and knowing that she was christening his cock with her own juices, knowing that she loved what he did to her.
Suddenly, he pulled out of her woman's passage, placing his glistening head at her bottom hole. "Is there going to be a pre nup between us, Raina?"
He watched her lower her head. Raina knew when she was defeated. "No, Sir," she tried not to whisper.
At her words, he pushed himself against that small opening, only able to force it to accept a small amount of him on the first try.
"Is there ever again going to be any doubt in your mind as to who is in charge here?"
Almost afraid to say it, but even more afraid not to, Raina answered as softly as she dared, "No, Sir."
He simply leaned his hips into her, almost gently, forcing his way into her. Forcing her body to comply with his demands.
"Who owns you, body and soul, Raina?"
Panting, and trying desperately to relax, she breathed, "You, Sir." She could feel him, stretching her almost beyond her capacity, easing off only slightly to then pressed even further in.
"You just keep saying that while I rape your bottom, Raina. There's nothing you can do about it, anyway. You just keep reminding yourself out loud who it is that controls you and your life."
She did as she was told as he took her, her voice breaking as he settled completely into her, up to the hilt, leaning over her as she began to sob at the ache he was creating, and the uncomfortable feeling of fullness she couldn't eliminate. He fucked her slowly at first, in and out, and she knew that he had put some sort of slickness on himself at some point which eased his way, and the easier it got, the harder he slammed into her as she chanted that phrase over and over, hating the fact that being treated this way was only making her that much slicker.
Sometimes, her Master had brought her to pleasure doing just this, and it was the memories of just that situation that flooded her genitals, pooling the ecstasy in a place that she knew wasn't going to get any attention from him for quite some time, if then.
For now, she had to concentrate on repeating who she belonged to over and over as he claimed the very insides of her for himself, reinforcing what she was saying in the most basic, physical manner a man could.
He reached out and was able to grab her ponytail, to pull her head back with a calculated gentleness that belied what he was doing to the rest of her body and use it as a rein, keeping her head up carefully, not wanting to jerk or hurt her neck, but rather just to provide yet another reminder of his power over her.
He took her then, indulging himself completely with and within her, running his hand over her back and bottom, knowing she'd become accustomed enough that he didn't have to be quite as careful as he had been, letting himself go to a certain extent, always watchful of her condition, however.
The end, though, the uncontrollable ecstasy was already tingling in his loins, and he knew that he simply wasn't going to be able to hold off as long as he would like to. It just wasn't going to happen. And he knew that that was for the best, actually, because if he'd continued pumping in and out of her, she might extract a level of pleasure he wasn't yet willing to impart to her. So it was for the best when he threw back his head and roared his bliss to the exposed beam
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