It doesn’t take long before his hand, still covered in my fluids, is shoving a rubber ball in my mouth.I knew I should have hidden this shit.But now it’s too late. Incapable of resisting, the leather straps are pulled tight at the back of my head. He has me captive.
“Now we can start. Remember, Victoria, you are the one who didn’t want a safe word.” He gently kisses my forehead. “On your back, spread your knees for me.”
It takes me under one second to obey, and I prefer to think it’s because of how excited I am and not because I am desperate. All this build up is pure torture, and I need him so badly I would do everything but beg for his cock to get inside me.Even begging.
Azrael grabs a pillow from beside us and shoves it beneath my lower back, my hips lifting instinctively with the new angle. Not only does he know what to do, but he also knows how to do it. It’s not like I feared the height difference, but there are…logistic aspects. And with a gag forced into my mouth and my hands and legs immobilized, he needs to know what to do. God, who doesn’t love a man who can fuck you correctly?
His fingers brush over my clit, sending a shock wave too brief to satisfy, as he grips himself, pressing his cock against my entrance—rubbing the head against my slit, teasing, smearing slick across flushed skin.
“Fucking dripping,” he mutters, like he’s proud of what he’s doing. “Should I wear a condom?”
Considering the circumstances, all I can do is shake my head, but that is enough. Just one thick, unrelenting push and he shoves himself right in, splitting me open around his cock, and if not for the gag blocking my sounds, I’d have screamed, but all I’m capable of is a raw sound, strangled and unintelligible .
A shock wave of overwhelming sensations rips through me. I’m impossibly full, stretched to my limit, and he’s still going. I must have underestimated his size because this is too much, and I just can’t. My eyes are probably giving me away because he stops.
“Keep breathing through your nose. You can take my cock like a good girl. Your pussy was made for it,” he says, while placing a soft kiss on my forehead.
I take a breath in and exhale loudly, allowing my body a break. When I finally feel I can take more, I nod, and that is his cue. He starts pushing his entire length into me, pounding slowly at the beginning, allowing me to adjust to his size. Ten inches, twelve…he’s still going. Too much, too big. Mother nature took her time with this man. I think I stop counting around twelve, but it’s all based on sensation and my lightheaded brain.
His hand moves back to my throat, his fingers pressing hard enough to cut off my air supply for a few seconds only to open them again. I start seeing lights, incapable of focusing on anything besides him inside me. The thrusts get harder, faster, making me dig my heels into the sheets as my legs are already shaking, but that doesn’t stop him. He doesn’t even slow down.Just the brutal rhythm of his cock driving into me like he needs to anchor himself there.
The bed creaks beneath us with each thrust, the headboard slamming against the wall. All I can focus on is the sound of it hitting the wall, my muttered words that are nowhere near intelligible, and the grunt that escapes his mouth. With each gasp, I feel my mind unraveling—pulled between the pain, the sharp heat of him inside me, and the fucking need to be ruined by him.
I need to scream, I need to voice all the sensations that he is producing in me. Almost pleading, I try to ask him with my eyes to remove the gag.
“Fuck—Victoria?—”
But that doesn’t do the trick.Fucking fuck! Azrael, God!
In one motion, he has me flipped—hauling me up with a brutal grip, my back pressed to his chest. I feel his lips brush the back of my neck, teeth grazing my spine, and I barely have time to catch my breath before he thrusts again, too deep, forcing a cry from my throat.
His left hand moves down between my legs, his index and middle fingers rubbing my clit, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. My vision blurs, and my moans, muffled by the gag, intensify. I just can’t, I’m so close to slipping into oblivion, overwhelmed by all the sensations: skin against skin, him inside me, fingers against my clit and teeth on my neck.
“I need to hear you call my name,” he says as he unties the gag, throwing it somewhere in the room.
“Azrael, fuck—” finally able to voice what I need.
“You are so pretty when you cry my name. I will destroy every part of you, every inch belongs to me now.” His mouth brushes my ear before he nibbles on it.
I let out a moan, enjoying every second of this. “Harder,” is all I’m able to say.
“That’s what my little ember is, a cum slut.”
“Faster.”
Fuck the bondage device because I need my fingers—better, his fingers—on my pussy to send me over the edge. I must be mentally begging because this is exactly what he starts doing. I’m overstimulated with his cock inside me, pounding so deeply I can feel it in my stomach.
He drives into me relentlessly from below, at an angle that touches all the right spots. Every thrust knocks me off my balance, but he holds me in place.
My head drops back against his shoulder, his hips slamming into my ass. His chest is pressed against my back, and his lips brush my shoulder. There is no distance between us, physically or mentally.
One second later, the orgasm hits me like a tsunami, and I dig my nails into his abs because I need to keep my grip on reality somehow.
“Azrael, God!”
“That’s right, little ember. Worship me. Pray for my mercy.”
And I would, I would do anything he tells me to right now, while I’m unable to think rationally.