For His Desire(31)

“Yes, Sir,” she replied automatically. He had never called her “slut” before, but she found that her body reacted strongly to it. The sudden aching in her cunt was much worse than the ache in her ass. She wanted to pull him inside of her.



“You want me to fuck you, don’t you, slut?”



“Yes, Sir,” she replied. Elena knew that he had to see how very much she wanted that. She was still feeling a throbbing in her ass, but she arched her back as much as she was able, wanting to show him just how excited she was.



Elena felt herself being opened by something being shoved into her pussy. It wasn’t his cock, she knew, but she could not quite identify what it was. It was thick and long – maybe a handle of some sort? – but she felt it deep within her. She screamed at the invasion, more out of fear than out of pain. She was having more trouble holding still.



“You don’t like my friend, slut?” Michael asked and Elena was again surprised by the cold tone of his voice; it was unlike anything she had heard from him before. It was also absolutely erotic. The more he called her “slut,” the more he fucked with her, the closer she felt to him. “You want this, don’t you, slut?” he asked.



“Yes, Sir. I do. I want whatever you will give to me.” As he worked it in and out of her, whatever it was hurt her. She felt herself completely lose control as the tears began soaking the blindfold and streaming down her face. It was true, so true; she wanted what he would give to her.



She had not realized that she would react so strongly to the humiliation of his taunts, but she did. She couldn’t help the way she responded and though she wanted to hold back, the larger part of her knew that she couldn’t hold back. She needed to be herself, completely herself and she felt Michael reached between her legs. His fingers worked their magic as they danced across her clit. She moaned again as the pleasure and pain built and combined inside of her and her desire for Michael was growing stronger.



“Do you want to cum, you greedy little slut?” Michael asked as he worked the thick handle in and out of her.



“Yes, sir,” she cried out into the carpet, her voice raspy from arousal and from her tears. “Yes, please.” Elena felt like she was getting lost within the sensations. It hurt. Oh, fuck it hurt. But it also felt good, the pain and pleasure and the total submission to Michael.



“Too bad,” he said, pulling his fingers away and yanking at the object inside of her and pulling it out. She gasped again and Michael resumed striking her. She cried out in frustration and pain and Michael chuckled. Her ass was thrust out, just begging for his use and abuse. It hurt, but she reminded herself that she could take the pain. Oh, fuck, yes, she would take it – whatever he chose to give to her.



“Hurt me, Sir,” she begged, her voice ragged in her throat. “Oh, please. Please.”



He struck her several times in succession and she screamed again. “Oh, I’ll hurt you, slut,” he said and his own voice was less cold now. She concentrated on the pain, trying to get beyond it, knowing that although it hurt, it was also good. She felt the pain stop and suddenly Michael was inside of her. His weight pressed against her sore ass and pushed her breasts painfully into the ground, but she didn’t care. He was in her.



“Elena,” he moaned as he buried his cock to the hilt. “Oh, fuck, Elena.” His own voice was hoarse and Elena pushed up against him as much as her position would allow. She needed him and she felt his own need, hard and deep. This was Michael, her Michael and she wanted him.



He thrust in and out of her, filling her and she moaned. “Fuck me,” Elena said, her words getting lost in the carpet, but Michael plunged into her again and again. Elena tried to spread her legs as much as she was able and Michael’s hand went between her legs again, rubbing her clit.



“Come for me, Elena,” Michael said and Elena could feel his breath warm against her back. He was thrusting against her sore ass and the pain of her ass along with the pleasure of Michael’s cock and fingers made the orgasm build within her.



“Oh, Michael, Michael,” she moaned. Elena was lost in it, lost in all of it and she felt the sensations building within her until the waves of pain and pleasure crested and floated through her.



She wanted to pull him toward her as she came, but with her hands tied, she could not. Instead, she cried out loudly and Michael’s fingers fell away. She wanted to open herself fully for him and wanted to give him everything he gave to her. She felt her body grow limp, but Michael’s cock was still deep inside of her. He thrust against her, his hand buried in her hair.