“No.” She tossed her head in denial.
“You will not orgasm until I have what I want, Merinus,” he promised her, filling her slowly once again.
“I know a thousand ways to make you scream for ease. Give in to me now.”
He had to have her submission.
“No.” Her hips followed his fingers back as he retreated.
The beast snarled out in impatience, the man moved quickly, his fingers retreating, his body moving to
straddle her thighs, his cock lodging in the crease of her ass. She gasped at the move, her body tensing in
expectation.
“Are you ready, Merinus?” he crooned, his voice gentle despite the sandpapery roughness of the tone.
“Are you ready to take me there?”
He stroked his hard flesh along the crease, watching the tight globes part until he found the little pink hole
he sought. She jerked against him as he moved between her thighs then, separating them quickly, his
hands jerking her hips to the proper position.
She tried to move away from him then. With a lithe, graceful movement, she was nearly out of his arms,
rolling to her back and attempting to roll from the bed. Callan laughed in victory as he caught her,
dragging her back to the center of the bed, staring into her dilated eyes as he moved between her thighs
once again.
“We can do it this way as well,” he assured her.
He gripped her ankles, then pulled them to one shoulder, angling her hips to the side. As one hand held
them there the other re-positioned his cock. Merinus was breathing hard and heavy, watching him with
wide eyes filled with a combination of fear and anticipation. Waiting no longer, he tested the readiness,
the slick preparation of the tiny hole then placed the head of his cock at the entrance.
“Submit to me,” he ordered her, his body tightening at the thought of the bliss to come.
“Callan,” she cried out as his hips lodged the broad head into the tender opening.
“Submit.”
“You submit,” her cry was a plea for mercy.
He pushed against her, feeling her muscles part, stretch as her trembling moan turned into a low, long cry
of building pleasure/pain. Callan clenched his teeth, fighting his overwhelming desire to drive into her
flesh. He stroked in slowly instead, watching her eyes widen, feeling her ass clench on his flesh, then he
stroked through the tight, resistant ring of muscle that was his last hurdle.
* * * * *
Merinus couldn’t scream. She could only stare up at Callan as she fought for breath, feeling the thick
length of his cock as it impaled her ass. The pain blended with the pleasure, making her hips buck against
him, driving him deeper, keeping her poised on the edge of orgasm as he stretched her, stroking nerve
endings she never knew she had.
Her fists were clenched in the blankets, her head tossed as she fought to deny him further.
“Give in,” he whispered.
She couldn’t give in. Not until he did. Not until he was taking her as she knew he wanted to. Not until all
control was gone.
“You give in,” she pleaded as he began to stroke slowly inside her.
She couldn’t stand it. The sensations were terrifying. The mix of pleasure and pain would kill her. Callan
held her legs to his shoulders, parting them, his eyes going to where he invaded her. His face was
contorted with absolute animal pleasure. His eyes glowed with it.
His hips moved slow and easy, stroking his cock in and out of her, his scrotum slapping at the cheeks of
her ass with every downward stroke. Merinus clenched on him, hearing him growl. She pushed back to
him, almost insane now with the need for a deeper, harder stroke.
“More,” she finally cried out. “Please, Callan, harder.”
“Submit to me.” She was more than shocked when his large, broad hand struck the cheek of her ass
from the side.
Her eyes widened at the burning pleasure.
“No,” she denied him again.
He thrust against her harder, deeper, his hand striking her smooth flesh once again. Merinus cried out,
driven nearly to the brink of orgasm with each powerful stroke in her ass, each small slap to her buttocks.
She jerked against him, fighting for more, harder. She needed desperately to climax. Her fingers went to
her clit, intending to stroke it to release, but Callan laughed. He laughed at her as he gripped her hand,
pushing it away.
A groan of frustration tore from her lips. Her head tossed as the pleasurable pain was being stroked in
her lower channel, she was crying out on every stroke, almost begging.
“Submit to me,” he ordered her again.
His fingers glanced her clit and she bucked. They circled the little pearl, pumping it with easy strokes, but
never enough to bring her release. The caress only threw her deeper into the morass of insane arousal.