Frustration built, and she groaned her need against his ear. “I am yours, Renald, and I will take anything, but please do whatever it is that needs to be done. I cannot take another moment of this."
"I love the feel of your nails digging into my back.” He pressed against her throbbing nub with such intensity, she bucked beneath him and would have come, had he not pulled back. As punishment, she dug her nails deeper into his skin, but was rewarded with a throaty moan that left both of them panting with need. “I wanted your first time to be gentle and soothing, love,” he murmured against her lips once again.
He nuzzled her neck and whispered endearing words about how perfect she was for him. This did nothing to quell the ever-tightening coil inside of her. She did not want him to be gentle. She wanted him to take her in a lustful frenzy. “No, please, do not be gentle with me. Unless it is my punishment for deceiving you."
His tongue danced across her neck, around her choker, and back up to her ear. Sharp teeth nipped at her ear lobe, and she whimpered, pressing her breasts against his chest. The rough hairs tickled and teased the sensitive nubs almost painfully. When his tongue delved deeply in, then out again, she came unglued, squealing, “Renald.” She gasped and wiggled her hips until she felt the head of his cock press against her dripping sex.
He chuckled again, and she grated her nails down his back in a way she was sure had to have brought blood to the surface. He only moaned against her. “Feeling your passion only raises mine. Do you think you are ready for the next stage?"
As if he needed to ask. “Yes!” she cried out finally and spread her thighs wider.
His head positioned at her entrance, and the first shards of fear reared its head. His soft, warm lips pressed hurriedly down the side of her neck to her shoulder. As he bit down into the sensitive spot between her shoulder and her neck, he shoved his full length deep inside of her.
Her eyes opened in shock. She was not sure what hurt or felt good the most, his teeth marking her neck, or her torn pussy screaming for him to get out. Wrapping her legs around his hips, she pressed her heels against his tight buttocks, pulling him deeper inside of her.
"Renald,” she cried out, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head and fluttered closed. She moaned and arched into him as spasms rocked her core. Her nails raked down his back in an attempt to find something solid to cling to. Then, everything around her relaxed, and she accepted the hard, fast thrusts with abandonment.
With his grunts, Beatrice floated on some unreal path she never knew existed, and even in her own self explorations had never discovered. Tears sprang forth and plunged down her cheeks. Vaguely, she heard him call out her name, and a warm fluid filled her loins, sending her into the same convulsive orgasm she experienced before.
She clung tightly to him as he settled down atop her. She whimpered, his breath a heavy sigh of contentment. His gentle hand stroked away the tears that cascaded freely down her cheeks.
"I never thought it could be like this,” she finally said unevenly.
He thumbed her wet cheeks, his warm breath heavy against her neck. “I never did either, sweet."
He rolled to his side and dragged her with him. After a few moments, they both recovered. He spoke softly and stroked back her damp tendrils. “Do you think submitting to me will be that difficult?"
Exhaustion overcame her, and she smiled lazily at her new Master. “No, Milord, I believe you are perfect.” She wrapped her arms tightly about him as they spoke for long moments before drifting into a restful slumber.
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