WhatHeDemands (domination erotica) Read Online Free

of me burning the hottest
for him and I cried out, unable to stop myself.
    “Please, sir. Have mercy.”
    “Mercy. Hmm.” Those magic fingers slipped out.
    I sagged with relief, legs feeling boneless, whole body
feeling boneless. Fighting to catch my breath, I listened to him as he returned
once again to the nightstand. The drawer opened with a soft rumble. It closed
with a sharper thump. The crinkle of plastic followed. A condom. Yes! At last I
would have relief.
    Anticipation dancing up and down my spine, I arched my back,
knowing he liked the sight of my bottom thrust up in the air. I opened my legs
wider, knees resting on the carpeted floor.
    “Look at you. You’re ready for me, aren’t you, minx?”
    I nodded.
    With a lubed finger, he teased my clit, drawing light
circles over it again and again.
    Oh, what ecstasy and agony, both. Pulses of erotic heat were
blasting through my body, and I was losing control. I shook and cried and
begged. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he leaned low over me and
whispered, “Now, I’m ready.” The swollen head of his member eased between my
ass cheeks, finding the entrance he’d stretched with his fingers. I tried to
lift my hips higher, to move so he’d find my other entry, but he grabbed my
hips, holding them in place. “No, minx. I’ll take you how I want to.” And to
prove he meant to do exactly as he said, he thrust his hips forward, shoving
against my virginal entry.
    The skin burned. Sharp pain razored through me as the tight
muscles strained against his invasion. He wasn’t going to fit. There was no
way.
    I cried out, afraid and in pain, but he didn’t withdraw. No,
he curled his fingers over my shoulder and pulled me back as he continued to
try to force himself inside.
    “No, please,” I begged. “You’re too big.”
    “You’re pleading, but you’re not saying the word .” He
reached around with his other hand and tormented my clit. Erotic heat blended
with the burning pain, swirling through me and making me dizzy. “Say the word, Bristol. Say it and I’ll stop.”
    I knew what word he meant. I wanted to say it. I did. But
for some reason, it wouldn’t come out.
    “Please,” I whispered, “It hurts.”
    “Open to me. I demand it now.” The heat in his voice
couldn’t be mistaken. It sent a shudder of pleasure down my spine.
    I concentrated on relaxing the muscles clenched so tightly
and he slipped in. I cried out as he breached my entrance. Then I cried out
again when he drove deep, to the hilt, burying himself in my body.
    The finger that had been circling over my clit pushed past
my swollen lips, found my other entrance and slid inside. Now I was even
fuller. And I felt like I might die. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move. The
pain was not excruciating, but the pleasure was. I didn’t know I could be so
full. I didn’t know I could feel so possessed.
    He bent over me, his heat radiating over my back. Another
sensation to blend with all the others that were nearly overwhelming me. He
moved slowly at first, withdrawing both his thick rod and finger before driving
them deep inside again. But as my body gradually adjusted to his possession,
his movements became faster, rougher. It didn’t take long, a handful of deep
thrusts, before I was screaming. My orgasm crashed over me like a wild
thrashing river. The sensations were so intense I wondered if I might have a
stroke. I heard myself screaming but couldn’t seem to stop. Before my orgasm
had eased at all, I felt him widen. He was about to come.
    He bit my shoulder as he found release. The sharp pain was
too much for me to bear. I was thrown into a second orgasm. My body spasmed
around his invading finger and member, milking them. He thrust hard, fast, his
movements jerky until the last drip of semen had been expelled. Then he licked
my shoulder where he’d bit me, soothing the pain.
    I relished the moment, as his touches went from hard
possession to gentle and soothing. The