Darko lifts the feather and twirls it with a smirk. Looking at him now, with this lust-heated gaze, I can hardly contain myself. He is fucking hot, his body ripped with the kind of muscles a man gets from hard work. The tattoos. The scars. His life is written on his body and I need it against me, inside me. Now. It is the only thing that drives the real darkness away. When he fucks me, I forget everything.
“How do you feel now, Chloe?”
“Please, just let me…”
“Let you what?”
“Come. Just let me come.”
“I don’t think so,” he says, shaking his head. “You haven’t behaved yourself today. Not at all.”
“But… please, I need to. I have to.”
He puts the feather aside and picks up something else. This time it is a little metal wheel with spikes. It looks like an instrument of torture, but when he touches it to the inside of my thigh, I don’t feel the sharp pain I am anticipating. It is a light prickling sensation that runs toward my sensitive pussy. He is sending me into a series of involuntary Kegels, my inner walls clenching desperately.
The tool reaches my sex and runs up the length of my lips, those little stinging sensations trailing all the way up to my clit, but not quite reaching it. I can feel it straining with the rest of me, a tiny, desperate, turgid little part of my body that could bring me mind-shattering orgasm if only he would…
“Oh, my god!” I shriek the words as he pulls the wheel away from my sex and his lips find my cunt instead, closing hot and wet over my clit.
A massive electric jolt shoots through my nervous system as I am propelled near instantly into orgasm that rolls through me, taking my senses and sanity with it. His tongue laps my clit the entire time, keeping the process firing, making climax after climax roll through me until finally there is nothing left but the ache of sated need and utterly drenched inner thighs.
He mutters something in thick foreign speech, pulls his cock from his pants, and thrusts it deep inside me. He is hard as hell; his cock throbs with every thrust as he fucks me ruthlessly, his hands on the stirrups, keeping my legs wide, his eyes locked on my wet cunt as my pussy grips him with every stroke.
I am screaming, near incoherent. I am begging, pleading. I am promising and lying. I am being taken for everything I am and everything I have, I am being broken down into the component parts of a woman, I am being utterly destroyed by this man and it doesn’t matter because what my instincts want is just one thing: his cum as deep inside me as it can go, bathing my bare cunt with fertile seed.
We’re two grunting animals copulating like any others as he fucks me, his cock thrusting so deep I can barely take it as he comes with a roar, filling my well ravaged sex with spurt after spurt of his seed.
“Good,” he breathes heavily as his cock slides from me, no longer as hard but still thick and heavy. “Now you stay there, and you think about what choices you want to make.”
He leaves. He fucking leaves me there, spread-eagled in the chair, my cunt dripping his cum, my clit tingling with the soft breeze emanating from the air conditioning.
That bastard.
I am left with the sensation of his domination, the way my cunt gave way to him, stretched for his cock and for his will. I am left with the memory of my most powerful orgasm to date, delivered by his talented mouth. I am left knowing, to the very core of me, that he is in total control of himself, and therefore, in total control of me.
I am in trouble.
Chapter Four
Darko
I have to clear my head. It always starts out the same way with her. I begin to tease, to caress. I start the process of seduction and somewhere in the middle I get caught up in the middle of it. I have never once intended to come inside her, but I’ve filled her up so fucking deep, the risk of pregnancy is high.
Fortunately, this place is well stocked with pharmaceuticals. Can’t risk not having the right supplies this far from land.
I leave her there for a good while, an hour at least. Long enough to give her time to worry about the consequences of my failure to return. Long enough for my cum to dry on those puffy, swollen pussy lips. I want the enormity of it to sink in for her as it has for me. I want her to feel as helpless as I do. My desire for her is becoming weakness. I have to harden my heart and become the man I need to be to make her submit. If I don’t, she will not obey me and the Order will dispose of her, just as they did her father.