underside as I thrust in deep, wanting to feel the tight grasp of the back of her throat, needing to hear her choke and gag from the intrusion.
My little bird didn’t disappoint.
Her small hands reached up to press against my thighs.
Her shoulders shook as she choked and sputtered… still I pressed in.
The back of her throat squeezed the head of my cock. Taking a deep breath, I pushed my hips forward. Thrusting past the muscle at the top of her throat, my shaft slipped in deeper. Forcing her to deep-throat my cock, I pivoted in and out of her vulnerable mouth. Caught between my legs and the wall, there was no escape for her. Pushing her head so far back, it was equally difficult for her to even try to close her mouth.
Imagining the bulge along the delicate skin of her throat as my cock inched in deeper, I increased my pace. Her muffled moans sending exquisite vibrations up my shaft.
“Open wider, baby girl. You’re the one who wanted to play with swords,” I quipped darkly with a smirk.
The feel of her incredibly tight throat was made even more pleasurable by the frenetic sweep of her tongue as she tried to move it around my invading cock.
Spittle fell from the corners of her mouth to mix with her tears. Her eyes pleaded with me to have mercy. I showed none.
I wanted her to feel my wrath. Needed to dominate her in the most primitive, debasing way possible. By forcing her to accept my cock deep in her throat… and soon even deeper into all her holes. I would conquer all her senses so the taste and feel of my cock became her only reality.
Grinding my teeth, my head dropped back as I assaulted her perfect, beautiful little mouth. Reining in my desire to thrust it in even deeper… dangerously deep. I needed to control everything about her… even when she breathed.
As much as I craved to see my cum dripping from her tongue, my careful plans would not allow it. I would drive my seed into her belly where hopefully it would soon take root.
Pulling free, Elizabeth choked as she inhaled her first oxygen-starved breath.
Dropping the belt, I grabbed her by the flimsy t-shirt she wore and hauled her to her feet. Leaning in, pressing my still-hard cock against her stomach, I buried my face in her sweet-scented neck and rasped, “What do you have to say now, my little one?”
Her enormous jewel eyes, clouded with an evil twist of desire and fear, stared back at me. Her gaze then lowered to the still-bleeding wound over my heart. Running her fingers through my chest hair, she touched the sticky crimson liquid before placing her palm over the wound… and pressing hard.
I bared my teeth as a hot sting of pain, no more than I deserved, spiked down my spine.
Leaning against the wall, she tilted her head back and to the side, exposing her vulnerable neck. A perfect sign of supplication before moaning in defeat, “Make it hurt.”
With a roar, I tore the t-shirt that stood between me and her skin to shreds before roughly palming one breast while I took the other deep into my mouth. Sucking and biting her nipple as I relished the feel of her fingers pulling my hair as I kicked my own jeans free.
Wrapping an arm around her waist, I swung us away from the wall. Using my free arm, I swiped the various antique daggers and whips off the nearest heavy mahogany display table and laid her on its cool surface. Tearing at her jeans, I wrenched them over her hips and down her legs. She wasn’t wearing any panties. Roughly spreading her thighs, I leaned down and inhaled the musk of her arousal before running the tip of my tongue between her nether lips. Tasting her. Using my thumbs, I spread her open, exposing her clit.
Elizabeth’s back arched off the table as I sucked the tiny bundle of nerves into my mouth.
Using the tip of my tongue, I flicked it with a slow and steady rhythm.
“Yes! Yes! Oh, God! Richard, yes!”
She was so close to coming on my lips.
Just as she was clawing at the table, her hips bucking, I pulled away.
Elizabeth whimpered, her head thrashing from side to side from my orgasm denial.
“Only good girls get to come with no pain,” I growled as I bent to pick up my discarded belt.
Palming the heavy metal buckle, I wrapped the long leather strap