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Authors: Kit Tunstall, R.E. Saxton
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this. I give you pleasure, and I give you pain, and all in an attempt to control you. I need to control you.” His hands tightened a bit more on her throat. “I want to control everything about you. If I could, I’d regulate your heartbeat and be in command of your breathing. ”
Fear spread through her as his thumbs pressed deeper into her neck, though she was unsettled by how much the lack of ability to draw in a deep breath enhanced her release. She shuddered as he squeezed, alternating between firm and light pressure at his whim. She was completely at his mercy and under his control as his hands gripped her throat, and she was bitterly ashamed to realize she was enjoying it.
She was ready for another release already, and her body was crying out for his as he controlled her breathing. Could she really be that depraved? Did she want to be under his control and at his command? It had never appealed to her in the past, but she couldn’t deny some small, primal part of her responded to his dominance with the urge to present her throat to his teeth—or his hands, in this case.
As the last pulse of her orgasm faded, she started to struggle to free herself, realizing just what she had allowed to happen. Kat clapped her hands over his, struggling to pull them from her throat.
He retaliated by tightening his grip more, abruptly reducing her oxygen supply to the point where her head spun for a moment. “Don’t fight, and don’t try to pretend like you aren’t getting off on this too. You like to be controlled, don’t you? You want me to own your every breath, your every thought, and your every orgasm.”
The truth was too humiliating to acknowledge, so she averted her gaze, holding her breath to see what he would do next.
His grip on her throat eased, and his hands went to her hips. He clenched them tightly and shifted her so that her pelvis was angled upward. She shook her head, exhaustion and lethargy competing for supremacy inside her. “Not tonight. Please.”
His expression was stern. “Tonight and every other night. As soon as you stepped foot on this island, you became my plaything, my lover, and the future mother of my children. Most of all, you submitted yourself to my will.”
She shook her head as she drew in a ragged gasp, pleasure soaring through her as the head of his cock pressed to her opening. “I didn’t submit to you or agree to anything. You lured me here under false pretenses.”
He chuckled softly. “Yes, I did, but no matter how hard I try, or how I manipulate the situation, I can’t force your body to respond. Only you control that, sweet Kat, and your pussy is dripping wet for me.” With those words, he drove inside her completely, surging as deeply as he could and burying his shaft to the hilt inside her spasming cunt.
“No.” The word was meant for herself more than him, trying to reject and refuse to acknowledge her body’s reaction to the man holding her captive. She didn’t want to be wet and aching with need, and she didn’t want the walls of her sheath to conform to him and cling to Declan’s cock as though desperate to keep them fused. She didn’t want to feel aching desire deep in her womb, and she certainly didn’t want to lock her thighs around his waist, but she did so just the same.
“You look beautiful like this, so torn and conflicted and angry, but so sexy and turned on. If I could, I’d keep you just like this all the time, in your own little tormented state between pleasure and pain, between guilt and ecstasy, with your hot, dripping cunt tightly squeezing me.” As he spoke, he thrust in and out of her forcefully and rapidly, sending renewed sparks of arousal shooting through her.
He fucked her masterfully, like a maestro leading a symphony. He directed her body to perform to his specifications, and though she wanted to fight it, and was desperate to deny to herself how much she liked it, she was swept away by his touch and domination.
“Do you feel
Fear spread through her as his thumbs pressed deeper into her neck, though she was unsettled by how much the lack of ability to draw in a deep breath enhanced her release. She shuddered as he squeezed, alternating between firm and light pressure at his whim. She was completely at his mercy and under his control as his hands gripped her throat, and she was bitterly ashamed to realize she was enjoying it.
She was ready for another release already, and her body was crying out for his as he controlled her breathing. Could she really be that depraved? Did she want to be under his control and at his command? It had never appealed to her in the past, but she couldn’t deny some small, primal part of her responded to his dominance with the urge to present her throat to his teeth—or his hands, in this case.
As the last pulse of her orgasm faded, she started to struggle to free herself, realizing just what she had allowed to happen. Kat clapped her hands over his, struggling to pull them from her throat.
He retaliated by tightening his grip more, abruptly reducing her oxygen supply to the point where her head spun for a moment. “Don’t fight, and don’t try to pretend like you aren’t getting off on this too. You like to be controlled, don’t you? You want me to own your every breath, your every thought, and your every orgasm.”
The truth was too humiliating to acknowledge, so she averted her gaze, holding her breath to see what he would do next.
His grip on her throat eased, and his hands went to her hips. He clenched them tightly and shifted her so that her pelvis was angled upward. She shook her head, exhaustion and lethargy competing for supremacy inside her. “Not tonight. Please.”
His expression was stern. “Tonight and every other night. As soon as you stepped foot on this island, you became my plaything, my lover, and the future mother of my children. Most of all, you submitted yourself to my will.”
She shook her head as she drew in a ragged gasp, pleasure soaring through her as the head of his cock pressed to her opening. “I didn’t submit to you or agree to anything. You lured me here under false pretenses.”
He chuckled softly. “Yes, I did, but no matter how hard I try, or how I manipulate the situation, I can’t force your body to respond. Only you control that, sweet Kat, and your pussy is dripping wet for me.” With those words, he drove inside her completely, surging as deeply as he could and burying his shaft to the hilt inside her spasming cunt.
“No.” The word was meant for herself more than him, trying to reject and refuse to acknowledge her body’s reaction to the man holding her captive. She didn’t want to be wet and aching with need, and she didn’t want the walls of her sheath to conform to him and cling to Declan’s cock as though desperate to keep them fused. She didn’t want to feel aching desire deep in her womb, and she certainly didn’t want to lock her thighs around his waist, but she did so just the same.
“You look beautiful like this, so torn and conflicted and angry, but so sexy and turned on. If I could, I’d keep you just like this all the time, in your own little tormented state between pleasure and pain, between guilt and ecstasy, with your hot, dripping cunt tightly squeezing me.” As he spoke, he thrust in and out of her forcefully and rapidly, sending renewed sparks of arousal shooting through her.
He fucked her masterfully, like a maestro leading a symphony. He directed her body to perform to his specifications, and though she wanted to fight it, and was desperate to deny to herself how much she liked it, she was swept away by his touch and domination.
“Do you feel
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