by Sara Fields
I sighed, my exhaustion building as every second went by.
“We’re not done, Kassandra,” he said.
I blinked. I couldn’t possibly take anything more.
“No,” I breathed.
“That’s not how you address your master, little warrior,” he chided. “I thought we’d gotten past this.”
“What more do you want from me?” I asked, awash in disbelief.
“You’re going to beg me to take that sweet, virgin ass of yours. You’re going to beg me to fuck you hard in that tight little hole and then you’re going to scream my name when you come,” he demanded.
I stared at him.
He couldn’t be serious. There was no way in hell he was going to fuck my ass. Even the thought of him taking me in such a filthy manner was shameful. I bit my lip and shook my head, still tasting the evidence of his seed on my tongue. I could handle him fucking my throat, or my pussy, but the thought of him claiming my asshole was just more than I could handle.
“You can’t fuck me there. It’s wrong,” I pleaded.
I wouldn’t let him. I couldn’t.
His expression darkened dangerously. He didn’t say a word and I just stared at him. I hoped that maybe he would just let me go. I knew that such a thought was an unattainable dream, but still, I hoped all the same.
“Please. Take my mouth again or my pussy. Let me satisfy you in another way,” I pleaded. I didn’t know if I had the energy to fight him, but I was going to try.
He shook his head, the look of disappointment pervading his expression and making me feel more than a little anxious. Roughly, he reached down and grabbed my upper arm, forcing me to my feet. He never let go of me as he marched me over to his desk. His grip hurt, but I knew better than to complain.
He thrust all the papers aside with one arm and shoved me down, face first on his desk. I trembled, frantic both with pleasure and fear.
“You protest, but as my cum drips down your thighs, I can see how your tight little cunt squeezes when I threaten to fuck your ass. You want it, and you’re going to beg me for it,” he scolded, and I whimpered.
“Don’t! Please, Markos, I’ll do anything,” I whispered.
His hand drifted across my ass.
“I’ve whipped you with my belt, to teach you that I am your master and you no longer have the right to question me. I’ve fucked your sweet cunt, made you orgasm more times than you can count and still, you think you can deny me what your body knows you need. You were made to kneel before me, Kassandra, and I will have you any way I like,” he said.
I whimpered before him.
His palm patted my ass.
“Maybe you need a firmer, more personal touch then, hmm?” he murmured.
He massaged my punished backside, over and over until I began to relax. His touch was soft, gentle, but entirely deceitful. It was as though he was teasing me, but I knew better. He was planning something, only I didn’t know what.
His palm left my skin, before it cracked back down, hard. Oh, dear God, he was going to spank me again. I didn’t know if I could take it. My backside already hurt so much. I was going to have trouble sitting for days already. But now, he was punishing me again.
“Wait! Please don’t spank me!”
“You brought this upon yourself, Kassandra,” he answered.
He spanked me hard and I begged and pleaded for him to stop, but he didn’t. His palm cracked against my skin, harsh and painful and to me, it felt worse than the belt. His hand gripping my buttocks felt personal. It was effective. If I had thought I had displeased him before, the feeling of his punishing palm made it that much worse.
It was as though his disappointment was radiating straight from his flesh into mine.
In a matter of moments, he’d taken me from an aroused mess to a crying, blubbering naughty girl with a few spanks. My ass burned, already welted from before, making each smack much harsher than they would have been. He spanked me harshly and I danced over his desk, trying to avoid his punishing blows, but it was useless.
“Are you ready to give in yet? Are you ready to beg?” he asked, after a few particularly harsh smacks to my upper thighs. He stopped for a moment, running his warm hand over my scorched flesh and I breathed a sigh of relief at the brief respite.
He was silent, waiting for me to respond.
“No. I don’t want to give you my ass,” I replied.
“Spread your legs,” he demanded, and I obeyed. His heated palm reached between my thighs, skimming against my folds and over top of my throbbing clit. My ass ached, unbelievably so, but still I was as wet as ever.
He fingered me gently and my body responded. I couldn’t stop it. I was weak from pleasure and exhausted from my ordeal, but still, it rose to his call.
He played with me, teasing my needy bud lightly until I was putty in his hands. Now, my hips humped lewdly against the desk as the wet noises of his fingers playing with my folds sounded loud to my ears. I tried to press my pussy harder into his hands so that I could come, but he never allowed it.
With his other hand, he smacked my ass and I felt my pussy tighten in response. He did it again and I felt myself clench, craving more of his touch, wanting to come more and more with each passing second.
Fuck.
I didn’t want to beg.
He teased me more. Spanked my ass and then he slapped my pussy, hard enough for it to sting. My clit pulsed hard.
“Please,” I whimpered.
“Please what, Kassandra?” he replied.
“Please, I need to come,” I pleaded.
“The only way you will have pleasure, warrior is with my cock in your tight little ass.”
I shuddered but remained silent. I closed my eyes as his fingers ravaged my body, but soon, the pleasure was too much. I wanted to run, to fight but even more so, I wanted to come. I needed it.
I moaned and pleaded for him to grant me mercy, but he didn’t. The more he continued, the more desperate I became. Writhing beneath him, I did everything I could to ensure his touch remained on my greedy flesh. I mewled when his fingers pressed harder and sobbed when he pulled them away. With the lightest, torturous touch, he played with my pleasure, edging me closer and closer to orgasm, but never letting me get all the way there.
My skin tingled with passion and my core throbbed painfully, needing release. My fingers clenched into tight little fists and my toes curled against the floor. I screamed, my throat raw, but still he didn’t care.
It didn’t take long for me to begin to feel sorry for myself. Even though he’d spanked me, with both his hand and his belt, never had I felt so punished in my life. It felt as though I was on the perpetual edge of pleasure. It was twitching agony. It was torture and I couldn’t take it.
I had thought I was strong, but I wasn’t prepared for this.
I began to cry. Tears poured down my face and I gripped the edge of the desk, watching as they pooled on the desk below. I went limp against the unforgiving wood.
I hated him. I loved him. I was so fucking confused. I needed to come.
And now, he’d made it so that I would do anything to get it.
Sobbing, I opened my mouth and licked my lips, trying to come to terms with the fact that he had broken me. I was going to beg him to take me in the most shameful of ways, just so that I could come again. He’d shattered me with pain and pleasure and I knew I would never be the same after this.
“Do you have something to say, Kassandra?” he asked, as his palm closed over top of my pussy. My clit throbbed hard and almost unconsciously, my hips rose, trying to find a purchase against him.
I was done. He’d wrecked me. He’d taken pleasure and pain and distorted it into a demanding, intoxicating drug that had fragmented me into a thousand pieces.
I was going to beg him to do the unthinkable because I couldn’t take another second of his torment.
“Please, Master. Please fuck my ass. God, please let me come,” I pleaded.
I co
uldn’t look up at him, but I knew he was smiling with his victory. He had won, and I had lost once more.
“Show me you want it, Kassandra. Spread yourself and present that virgin hole to me. Let me see where you need to be fucked,” he demanded, his voice low and terrifying.
I did as he commanded. Reaching back, I gripped my ass cheeks and spread myself for him. I whimpered and cried as I did so, awash in my shame and embarrassment. For a long time, it was silent, and my humiliation compounded in waves, but then, he placed his palm on my ass, slowly dragging his thumb down the cleft of my backside.
“Look at this tight little hole. It’s going to take my cock so well, isn’t it, Kassandra.”
“Yes, Master,” I shamefully begged.
His palm dropped lower until he was in between my legs. Gathering the arousal there, he dragged it up until he was circling my forbidden hole.
“Don’t you dare let go. You are to be a good little girl and keep yourself spread for your master,” he added, and I trembled, anxious and turned on and ashamed. This was probably going to hurt.
“Markos,” I pleaded. His finger pressed against my asshole then. There was little I could do to fight him. Spread as I was, I couldn’t tighten myself against his assault. With a cry, I quivered as his digit breached my tight rim for the very first time.
I cried out with my humiliation.
“I can’t,” I whimpered into the desk.
“You can. And you will,” he answered.
His other hand returned to my pussy, playing with my clit as his finger continued to prepare my asshole for his cock. One finger didn’t really hurt, but it felt strange and foreign and new. I couldn’t decide if I liked or hated it, but I didn’t really have a choice anymore.
My body reacted violently to his touch and despite the fact that he was violating my bottom hole, I knew I was going to come. Pleasure raced in my veins and I shuddered beneath him. He rubbed and flicked my clit and soon, I was begging him to take me in the most savage of ways.
One finger turned into two.
I cried out, as he stretched my bottom hole painfully wide, spreading his digits and preparing me to take the massive monstrosity that was his cock. I squirmed and I cried, but as he edged me closer and closer to orgasm, I became delirious with desire.
Two fingers turned into three.
Fuck. I needed to come.
“Please, just fuck my ass, I can’t wait anymore,” I begged. Swallowed in my shame, I had no more pride. I’d have crawled on the floor, spread myself, sucked his cock, whatever the fuck he wanted just so I could come.
I’d be his little fuck toy if he wanted.
“My pleasure,” he answered, his voice barely above a growl.
He removed his fingers from my asshole and for the briefest of seconds, I sighed with relief before he replaced them with the head of his cock, which was so hot that it burned against my skin and I cried out with shock.
Then, he gripped my hips roughly, before pushing against my tight hole. If I had thought his fingers had hurt, I wasn’t prepared for the size of his shaft. His bulbous head stretched me wide and the burning, stretching sensation that came with it was agony at first, but then my pussy clenched hard. Pain morphed into pleasure, stronger than any I had ever known, and I was utterly powerless against it.
He pushed steadily into me as I spread myself for him, submitting to such a rough, filthy way to be fucked. My asshole fought against him, tightening as he forced himself inside me and I cried out each time. Pain lanced through my body, but it only seemed to fuel my desire higher and higher. Even though I fought against it, my body was ravenous for him.
When his thick head finally broke through the muscles of my tight rim, he began to slide inside me, slowly and surely until he was seated fully within my dark channel.
I felt my greedy pussy clench in excitement and that’s when I realized that I actually wanted this. Horrified, I lay there, holding my ass open for him and I needed him to continue. I wanted him to fuck my ass. I wanted to come while he did it too.
“Please, please fuck me,” I begged with a sob. I was his. Completely his to do whatever he pleased.
His hips pulled back, dragging his cock out of my depths and then he surged forward. I gasped as he took me. He started with a slow, steady cadence and then knocked my hands away. My cheeks, split by the girth of his cock, tightened with pleasure as he took me in such a humiliating manner.
This was filthy. It was wrong, but why did it feel so right?
Why was I so aroused right now? I was so turned on that I felt like I would climb the walls if I couldn’t come soon. My skin pricked with my passion, my body writhing with it.
“Come, Kassandra. Come all over my cock while I fuck your ass,” he demanded.
I shook but my body responded to his call. Hot, fiery pleasure pierced through me and I stiffened with it. His cock savaged my asshole and my pussy tightened around empty air. My clit throbbed hard and my hips rolled.
“That’s right. That’s a good girl.”
I shattered into a million little pieces beneath him. Time fractured as I orgasmed, and I lost complete track of who, where, and what I was. The only thing that mattered was me and him. His power. My submission.
He leaned over me, fucking me hard and rough and I felt his lips kiss my shoulder.
Then he bit me.
My pleasure amplified and I screamed, my eyes rolling back in my head.
My blood boiled. My skin burned. My heart pounded wildly in my chest and I struggled to draw in air. I sounded like a wild animal, my screams and moans melding into one. Intense, mind-bending pleasure drew me in and wouldn’t let me go.
Spots started to darken my vision. I tried to blink, I tried to fight but they grew larger, more consuming than before.
My body quivered with passion. It was so strong that it rendered me completely helpless against it.
Soft, breathy pants tried to calm my heart, but I felt myself growing weak. My sight darkened, and my eyes rolled back again.
Fuck.
I screamed his name.
I hadn’t known it could be like this. This strong. This intense. So utterly overwhelming. I’d never be the same after this. I knew that, and I didn’t even care.
Almost out of mercy, my vision went black and my eyes closed.
I knew no more after that.
Chapter Four
Kassandra
I opened my eyes and looked around, my brow furrowing in confusion as I took in my surroundings, figuring out where I was in a fraction of a second.
What the actual fuck?
I was home. In my own bed. The same bed I’d slept in for the past five years.
There was a big problem though. Last I remembered, I was naked, and Markos had fucked me into oblivion. I should be somewhere in his office, or at least locked away in a guest room in his villa. Getting home shouldn’t have been even a remote possibility. I hadn’t gotten in a plane, a car, or a boat.
Greece was a long fucking way from the bustling, noisy city of New York. Almost five thousand miles away in fact. Impossible.
How the hell could I have forgotten how I got here? Had I dreamed the entire thing?
I pushed the quilted covers off of me in a panicked rush and that’s when the achy soreness of my muscles hit me for the very first time. I sucked in a shocked breath, before looking down at myself. Confused, I stared at my body, seeing a white nightgown that I didn’t recognize.
That wasn’t mine.
I always slept in my underwear. It was more comfortable, and I use the air conditioning here in my apartment less because of it. I hadn’t worn pajamas in a long time, not since I was a little girl. Even if I did, I wouldn’t have chosen this Grecian-inspired, floor-length nightgown.
Almost in a haze, I climbed out of bed. My ass stung, both inside and out. My pussy felt used. My nipples were achy, and my throat was sore. I felt like I had been fucked hard and left out to dry.
I swallowed ner
vously and walked over to the mirror behind my door. I tilted my neck, which throbbed painfully hard. Gasping, I saw two sets of parallel holes punched through my skin, scabbed over with bloody clots. He had bitten me, deep enough to draw blood.
What the actual fuck?
I took a deep breath and took the soft white cotton into my fingers. Turning slightly, I angled my body, so I could see my bottom in the mirror and began to lift the nightgown up.
I was naked underneath.
The higher the nightgown rose, the more my heart pounded in my throat. My skin crawled nervously. I was crazy. This wasn’t real.
It had to be a dream. I couldn’t explain it if it wasn’t.
I exposed the backs of my knees, and then, my lower thighs. Horrified, I saw pink splotches and red lines spread across my skin. I told myself it was the sheets that I’d slept on. Maybe they were just impressions from the way I slept.
I pulled the nightgown higher, baring the naked globes of my ass.
Red welts lined my skin, some darkening into light purple bruises and I choked with shock. No. This couldn’t be real. It was all a dream.
Then how could this have happened?
There was zero doubt in my mind that those were the marks from his belt. Which meant the achy soreness in my pussy and my asshole was real. It meant that he had fucked me yesterday, used every single one of my holes and had come in all of them. Horrified, I looked down at my legs, seeing the dried remains of his seed all over my skin.
A plaintive, fearful scream echoed around me and it took me a long time to realize that it was me. I screeched louder and louder as I stared in the mirror, wishing the welts to fade away so I could explain it as just another nightmare.
My door burst open and I dropped my nightgown, but it was too late.
“What the hell, Kassandra? It’s like four in the morning! What the fuck is wrong with you?” Nicole said, crossing her arms over her chest, her stare like daggers.