Terror took his time enjoying her mouth. He placed his hand on the back of her shockingly blue wig and thrust his hips. She breathed around the girth stretching her lips and let her body relax as she served him. He tested her limits, sometimes thrusting deep enough to make her eyes water slightly and other times thrusting fast enough to make her gasp. Every time, he rewarded her with soft caresses and a smile. The more he pushed her comfort level, the more excited she became.
After his deepest thrust that she accepted with a moan of encouragement, he pulled free from her mouth. He crouched down and kissed her swollen lips. He was ravenous in his attack, his tongue stabbing against hers until she broke the rules and clutched at his arms. He growled, the rough sounds rattling against her lips, and stood suddenly.
When his hands pressed her forehead toward the ground, she gasped with surprise. He moved behind her, but she kept her head down, her forearms flat on the cold tile floor. He grasped her hips and canted her ass higher. His touch electrified her, and her core clenched with need. She knew what was coming, and she wanted it. She wanted it bad.
His big hand bounced off her right cheek and then her left. She cried out at the pain blossoming under his palm. When her bottom was hot and red, he stopped spanking her and slid a finger down her slit. She whimpered as his fingers swirled around her clit and then dipped into her. He moved closer, and she closed her eyes with anticipation.
The head of his cock breached her pussy, and she sighed with sheer pleasure. As if mindful of the first time he had tried to take her this way, he was careful as he entered her. He eased in a few teasing inches and then withdrew almost completely before sliding forward again. Once he was slick with her arousal, he started to fuck her.
And it was fucking. Raw. Rough. Hard. Not the tender lovemaking or sleepy, slow sex they had shared. This was primal. He pounded into her as she tried to maintain her balance on her hands and knees. She pushed back to meet his strokes, wanting to feel all of him, and he smacked her bottom again and again. His hand bounced off the sides of her thighs, leaving new burning handprints on her untouched skin.
When he grabbed both of her shoulders, anchoring her to him in the most intimate way, she cried out. It felt so good. Better than anything else she had ever experienced. Every nerve-ending she possessed flared to life, leaving her tingling and hot. Desperate to come, she fought the urge to touch herself. Only the reminder that this was about him and not her kept her hands planted firmly on the floor. Instead, she surrendered completely and lost herself in the sensation of being a vessel that existed only to please him.
Without warning, Terror pulled free and snatched her right up off the floor. She yelped with shock as he manhandled her, carrying her across the room to a section of the wall with straps and cuffs. He bound her wrists high over her head, glancing at her briefly to make sure she gave consent. She nodded enthusiastically, and he gave the pulley attached to the cuffs a yank. Her arms were lifted higher, forcing her onto the tips of her toes.
Stretched out and fully at his mercy, she warily eyed him as he moved to a nearby cabinet with a lightning bolt symbol on it. Whatever was inside that cabinet was likely to be unpleasant. A quiver of fear struck her heart, and she wondered if she had the courage to take what he wanted to give.
Her gaze drifted down to his cock. Thick and erect, it glistened with her wetness. His chest and shoulders were covered in a sheen of sweat. Seemingly mad with lust, Terror removed a strange looking device from the cabinet and closed it. The handheld wand had a glass tube with a globe shaped tip. She had never seen anything like it and swallowed nervously. What, exactly, did that thing do?
“We’re going to try this. If you don’t like it, you tell me no, and we’re done. No questions asked. No guilt. No worry. Understood?”
Maisie gulped again and nodded.
Terror flicked a switch on the wand, and it zinged to life. The clear glass