Toxic - Zoe Blake Page 0,29

thick, pulsating cock. Wrapping his fist around the shaft, he pumped his hand up and down the length, coating it with the soft-scented cream. My entire body trembled. I knew what was coming.

The pain.

The humiliation.

The degradation of being dominated in such an intimate, invasive way.

The pressure of his hand on my back forced me to lean forward and push my ass out even more. My knees rested on the edge of the seat as I grasped the cushioned back. As the head of his cock touched the seam between my cheeks, I couldn’t help but clench them tight in fear. That earned me several fierce spanks on my already sore and bruised ass. The next time I felt the head, I strained to keep my body still. Taking small pity on me, he rubbed the lotion-coated tip over my puckered rosebud, slightly lubricating it before his strong fingers wrapped around my hips.

“Brace yourself, little girl,” he growled.

Then he thrust his hips forward, tearing into my tight, dark hole.

The wide head popped inside before the long, thick shaft drove in deep. My back arched.

“Oh, God! Oh, God! It hurts! Please, not so hard!” I screeched.

I could feel the brush of his chest hair as he leaned over me. Biting my ear like a stallion bites a mare as he fucks her from behind, he breathed, “You will take every fucking inch.”

Ruthlessly, he tore into my asshole. My stomach cramped as I clawed at the seatback with each push of his hips. “Please!” I moaned.

I hated when he fucked my ass. Hated the way it made me feel and hated the pain. Most of all I hated the way he made me come while still buried deep inside of me. Proving to me the dominance he had over my mind and body. Proving over and over again how much I needed the pain to feel pleasure.

Looking over my shoulder, I watched as Richard tilted his head back and howled as he pounded into my small body. A beast claiming his mate.

“Touch yourself. Now,” he charged.

His balls slapped the back of my thighs as I reached between my legs and began to rub my clit, feeling my own tortured orgasm build.

“Do you like that, baby? Do you enjoy feeling me deep in your ass?”

I could only moan in response as his heated words went straight to my fingertips.

“Should I pull out and make you suck me dry? Make you lick every inch?” he threatened.

Fuck! Dammit!

My fingers slid between my nether lips as I got wetter with each dirty word he uttered.

Suddenly he pulled free. The pain of him pulling out was almost as bad as when he pushed his way into my tight passage. I could hear him spitting on his fingers before he rimmed my sore hole.

“Look at that beautiful gape. I love stretching your little asshole. Tell me to fuck your ass again.”

My fingers dug into the seat as I rubbed my forehead against the fabric. “No! Please, don’t make me say it,” I begged.

Stepping back, his hand landed on the sensitive skin of my upper thighs.

“Ow! Ow! Ow! Stop!” I cried.

“Say it! Say it for me.”

My thighs burned as he continued to punish them. It felt like a thousand hot bee stings running up and down my legs.

“Fuck my ass. Please! Fuck my ass!”

“Why?”

Sniffling, I rubbed my running nose on the seat. “Because I’m a dirty little girl who likes it,” I wept.

It was true.

I wanted this.

Craved it.

Needed to be dominated and owned by this man.

The lotion had already been absorbed, so when he entered me with his heavy cock a second time, it burned and ached.

His fingers joined my own to rub my clit. As I became lost in the decadent agony, he took over, pinching and rolling the sensitive bud between his fingers till I came with a gut-wrenching scream.

Richard came soon after, driving his hot seed deep into my bowels.

Lifting me into his arms, he then sat down with me straddling his hips. The Mikado silk of his trousers felt like sandpaper against my thighs. Reaching up to cup my face with his large hands, he looked me deep in the eyes and warned, “Remember, you are the one who summoned the beast,” before spearing into my ass again with his still hard cock.

With a cry, I collapsed onto his shoulder as my body was once more used and abused with each powerful thrust.

The train continued to speed through the gloomy night toward Paris, as our sweaty