“I don’t know what to do.” Maria’s timid voice sailed into his ears.
Raphael opened his eyes to the sight of Maria before him, her white dress that showed her body’s small curves, and the yellow rose he had put in her hair that morning. Her hair was soft and smooth and fell in a blond waterfall over her shoulders and back. “Squeeze,” he ordered, his low voice revealing how little control he retained. “Squeeze as tightly as you can.”
A quick exhale leaped from Maria’s shocked, parted lips. Raphael’s eyes were on her, never looking away, as he said, “I order you to squeeze my cock as hard as you can. Do you understand?”
“Yes, my lord,” Maria said, casting her shining eyes down, like the good little submissive she was. Her cheeks blushed, telling Raphael she wanted this. Wanted to touch him and make him come.
“Now,” he demanded. Maria’s fingers began to grip his length harder. Raphael hissed as the familiar needles of pressure began to gather in his balls. “Harder.” He bit down on his lip. Blood burst into his mouth, but he drank it down. Blood and pain and the feel of Maria choking his cock was paradise. “Harder. Harder!” he repeated as Maria’s hand began to shake with exertion. “HARDER!” Maria wrapped her second hand around him. His little rose suffocated him with all the strength she had.
But he needed to be on top of her. He needed her small body beneath him. Reaching out, Raphael yanked on Maria’s arm and pulled her down to the bed. He straddled her waist and hiked up her dress until it bared her pussy and her stomach. “Grab me. Choke me. Strangle the fuck out of my cock,” he snarled. Maria obeyed his harshly spoken order, gripping hard with both hands. When her grasp was almost bruising, Raphael leaned forward, one of his hands on either side of her head. She was panting as fast as he, and her cheeks were flushed. Her pupils were dilated as she watched his face. Watched the hedonistic pain cut through his body like a million daggers being plunged into his skin. “Move your hand. Rub me up and down. Jerk my cock.” Raphael leaned down and licked along Maria’s cheek, down to her chin, and then over her bottom lip. She released a soft moan. “Strangle my cock, little rose. Make it pay for failing me.” Maria pumped her hand up and down over the silicone cage. Raphael’s head rolled back and his eyes closed. Maria worked him faster, her grip tightened, and the cage began to constrict around him. His balls were starved of blood, and his cock’s head began to pulse with the asphyxiation of his flesh. Maria’s touch was frenzied as Raphael’s body thrived off the pain, every muscle throbbing, needing the relief only his release could bring. Then his jaw clenched, and, swallowing the blood that was trickling from his sliced lip, Raphael roared and came. His neck strained and his eyes snapped open, watching the white streams of his release decorate Maria’s unblemished stomach. Twitching, still coming, Raphael tilted his hips until his final spurts of semen coated Maria’s bare pussy. He groaned when Maria’s hole clenched as the cum hit her.
Raphael’s eyes were fixated on the cum covering Maria’s half-naked body. He groaned, then reached forward, rubbing the semen into her stomach. A carnal, primitive need drove him on. Made him rub and rub until his release had soaked into her skin. Then his hand moved lower, over her navel and over her hips. Maria’s breath hitched at his touch. When Raphael reached between her legs, he spread his cum onto her clit, then dropped to her hole. His eyes met hers and he slid his finger inside. Maria moaned loudly as he pushed his release inside her. A wave of ownership and possessiveness, so strong it made his chest ache, engulfed him. He pumped his finger inside her until there was no cum left on her body. Raphael withdrew his finger, and, making sure Maria was watching, her blue stare fixed on him, he brought his finger to his mouth and sucked the combination of him and her off his skin.
Maria gasped. Heart pounding and pulse racing, Raphael lowered his mouth and licked along Maria’s inner thigh, along her pussy, and over her hips. His licked her stomach, lapping her navel—all of the places his cum had stained. He crawled above her, putting his hands on either side of her head. Raphael stared down at her face, at the innocent eyes looking back. At the pale tear-stained skin and freckles kissing her nose. “What have you done?” he rasped, shaking his head. “What the fuck have you done, little rose?” Exhaustion wrapped itself around him, pulling at his eyes to close and give his body rest. Raphael dropped beside Maria and took her hair in his hands. He lay on the mattress and stared at her pretty face.