The sound I made let him know exactly how much I liked that. He had me. I wanted him to own me. To fucking tear me apart. I wanted him to turn the tables on me. And now, when he finally did, I could come just from his voice in my ear. “You think I don’t know what you’re after?”
“I just want you to fuck me. Please, fuck me.”
His hand on my throat squeezed. Then he forced the dry finger into my ass.
“Yes,” I gasped.
Fireworks. My hole fluttered, an electric charge running through my body. It stung, but I wanted it. I needed it. Rough and angry. Fuck, I wanted him so much it hurt.
“Please, Daddy.” I clenched on his finger and released, letting him know I loved it.
“Fuck,” he muttered. He pushed in and out, fucking my hole with his thick finger. I cried out from the burn. Finally!
“Since the day I first saw you, flouncing that perky ass of yours, I knew what you were.” Vincent spoke directly into my ear. His evil tone sent shivers down my spine. “You need a thorough spanking. Someone to keep you in line. Someone to fuck you hard enough, so you finally shut the fuck up and be grateful, but boy, I’m so much more than you think you can handle.”
He pressed down, circling my gland with his finger, making me whine.
“I won’t fuck you nice and slow and call you a good boy for simply spreading your legs,” he growled. “You think you want me? I can tan your ass so hard you won’t be able to sit for a week. Then I’d rip your hole apart.”
And I was afraid. I was. I’ve always been afraid of Vincent, but I knew he’d never hurt me. The irrational fear only made me want him more.
“Please, Daddy. Hurt me and make me take your cock,” I begged. I’d never been so horny in my entire life.
“Where’s your lube?”
“In my room.”
He pulled his finger out and slapped my ass, so hard I yelped. Then he clasped my neck and shoved me forward.
“Go.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I moved lightning fast. Losing my sweats on the way, I ran to my room, my erection bouncing between my legs. He didn’t ask about condoms. I didn’t have any and doubted he did, but it didn’t matter. For the past three months, I’d lived like a fucking monk and had tested clean just before that. And I trusted Vincent implicitly. He would never put me at risk. He’d swear at me, threaten me, he could break me like a twig, but he would never endanger me.
Lube bottle in hand, I spun around. Vincent stood by my bedroom window, staring out on the lake, his huge body unmoving. I hadn’t even noticed him come in.
He didn’t look at me when he spoke. “Get on the bed. Ass up, facedown.”
I set the lube bottle on the pillow, slipped my T-shirt off, and crawled onto the bed. I settled in the middle, on my knees, spreading my legs and laying my head on my folded arms.
“I’m ready for you, Daddy,” I whispered.
Vincent turned, and his gaze traveled along my body.
Silently, he unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock out. Holy hell. He was huge. Porn-star huge. Uncut and fat, with visible veins running along the shaft, and a thick round head. He stroked himself slowly as he approached the bed. And I stared, mouth open. I’d never wanted anything more, never wanted anyone more. I needed Vincent to stuff me full with that monster and soak my hole with his cum. Oh god, please. Please! I need it. I rocked my hips, writhing with want, quiet whimpering noises coming out of my throat. My cock drooled.
Fully clothed, Vincent knelt on the bed by my left hip. He took the lube bottle and slathered his fingers. I watched, panting.
Without preamble, he reached between my ass cheeks and pushed two fingers into me. I groaned with the shock of pleasure.
Fuck yes, shove your whole fucking hand in there. God, yeah!
“I heard you a few days ago... But I think you know that,” Vincent said.
“Ungh…” His fingers were magic. I rocked back, impaling myself.
“Fucking yourself with a dildo, huh?”
“Ah. Yes.” I had trouble following his words when he filled my ass over and over.
“I heard the slaps too. Desperate, horny slut.”
He pushed in and out harder, rubbing over my gland. I vibrated with pleasure. My dick and balls ached, and my nipples tingled. Vincent. Vincent was