Crack.
The dominant male behind me drove on and on as I stopped counting at eight and let the fire take me, let the tears stream. I didn’t want to worry about Zane or Dare dying, or the secrets Zane had been hiding from me. I didn’t want to miss Earth’s blue skies and green grass and the feeling of warm sunshine on my face. I didn’t want to be Hannah; I just wanted to be his.
The spanking stopped but I didn’t move, content to float and let him take me wherever he needed me to go.
“Hannah, you stopped counting.”
I didn’t respond. Did he require a response? The bed dipped with his weight and he lifted my face from the bed. I could smell his pre-cum as his cock danced over my lips. The chemical in the fluid raced through my bloodstream, waking me up with streaks of lightning shooting straight to my clit.
He stroked the side of my face with the back of his hand as he shoved his huge cock into my mouth. “Suck my cock, Hannah. Suck me down as I finish your punishment. If you won’t count, as you were told, I will use your mouth for other pleasures.”
I opened my mouth and wrapped my tongue around his huge cock as he fucked my mouth and brought the paddle down on my ass. His pre-cum and the burn of the spanking made me writhe and moan, completely lost to the world. Only he existed. His cock. His fire making my bare ass burn. I was close, so close to an orgasm that I wanted to beg, to scream, to plead with him to let me have release. Instead, he plunged in and out of my mouth in a relentless rhythm that forced me to fight for air.
His cock swelled and pulsed in my mouth, his cum coating my throat and roaring through my body to my clit. I clenched and pulsed around the dildo still stretching me wide as my pussy fluttered in the first stages of release. But his hard hand grabbed my hair and lifted me off him with a harsh pull that stung and the orgasm stopped just before I exploded.
“Now, mate, tell me what you want.”
I tried to hold back, but he’d broken through all my barriers. He knew exactly what I needed. He knew how far to push me and still be safe enough from me using my safeword. He knew me. My soul was naked and I didn’t have the will to lie. I licked my lips, trying to draw the last of his essence into my mouth. “You, master. I want you to spank me until I forget myself and float away. I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk. I want you to make my body burn until I scream and come all over your cock.”
He traced my lower lip as I whispered the broken words, my dark confession. No more hiding, no more worrying. Just my master and me.
“Good girl. Don’t ever hide from me again, mate. Do you understand?”
“Yes, master.”
“I want to give that to you, Hannah. I need to give that to you. This is why we were matched, because we will give each other exactly what we need. These past three weeks, oh, Hannah, what we have been fighting. No longer.”
Zane left my side. He removed the pillow from under my hips and moved into position behind me. I felt his cock nudge my back entrance and I tried to push back, to rock my hips into him. “Do you accept my right to you, Hannah? Do you accept my claim as your primary mate?”
“Yes. Yes. Please, master.” I needed him to fill me up, to take me.
“Now I will fuck you until you scream.”
“Yes, master.” If my hands had been free, I would have twisted them in the sheets. But I was bound, my ass in the air, my legs spread wide by a hard bar. All I could do was accept whatever he chose to give me.
I needed him to be the first in my virgin ass. I needed to belong to Zane. I loved Dare, but Dare wasn’t my master. Dare was my lover and my friend, my second. He made me feel safe and cherished. He was easy to please, easy to make happy. But his darkness wasn’t part of his soul. Zane forced me to yield, he took my pain and released it, forced me to let go, to submit. Zane needed me to surrender. He craved my surrender as much as I needed to feel free and safe in his dominant embrace.
With the dildo stretching my pussy, Zane pushed forward slowly into my virgin ass, breaching my trained ring of muscle, pushing past easily and filling me to the brink of pain. When he was fully seated, balls deep, I was panting, and clenching down on the rod in my pussy as hard as I could. I needed to come. I needed—
Zane’s hand landed on my ass hard, and I jerked forward, pulling myself almost off his cock. He soothed the sting with his palm. “Good girl, now push back and take me again.”
I tried, but when I didn’t take him fast enough, Zane buried his fist in my hair and pulled back, forcing my body to open wider, faster. The sting of pain on my head made me shake. The fire on my ass spread into a hot glow and I wanted more, needed more. In an act of defiance I knew he would not let pass, I struggled against the bonds the held my wrists. If I could just get one hand free to stroke my own clit. There! I was almost free. Maybe, if I hurried, I could come before he stopped—