by Kilted Wookie
Helpless, restrained, her body aching from the attentions of his belt. Tears still stung in her eyes from the thrashing she had so recently endured. She knew more was to come; anticipation filled her.
His hands on her hips, she braced herself as the head of his cock pressed against her. She wished she could move, to push her hips back and take him into her, but bound as she was, all she could do was wait.
Fingers knotted in her hair, he pulled her head back sharply backwards as he entered her with a single thrust. “Yes!” she sobbed as his cock filled her.
He fucked her hard, pulling her hair as he thrust deep inside her. “Filthy… Slut… You… Dirty… Little… Slut…” He punctuated each word with another surging thrust of his cock while at the same time bringing his hand down hard on her already burning arse cheeks.
Pain, pleasure; so closely intertwined consumed her. His strokes grew more rapid, more urgent as he fucked her. She wished she could reach back between her legs to sooth the throbbing in her clit; but to no avail, her binds held her firm.
Suddenly he was gone, her cunt empty. She opened her eyes to see his cock standing proudly before her. She opened her mouth as he gripped he head, pushing his cock between her willing lips.
Tasting herself, tasting him, she yearned for the release her climax would give her.
“Swallow it, slut! Swallow it all!” he growled as his cock erupted, sending his load down her throat. She did as she was bid until the last drops spilled over her tongue.
“Good girl!” he said softly, stroking her cheek tenderly, pushing her hair from her eyes.
He quickly untied her.
Gathering her up in his arms, he carried her to the sofa.
He bent to kiss her. “You may come now, little one,” he said tenderly, “Come now for me.”
©Kilted Wookie May 2015