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Nothing about what he was doing felt the same as my past experiences. This was far more terrifying.

Once again, I couldn’t stop the onslaught of pleasure, the rising ecstasy. I screamed again as it slammed into me, sending waves after waves of shocking bliss through my system. It was almost more than I could bear, and it kept going and going as every thrust of his cock split me open.

By the time he slammed into me, fully burying himself in my pussy, his groin rubbing against my swollen lady bits, I was on the verge of blacking out. I was barely aware of his cock pulsing, filling me with his cum. My body didn’t feel like mine, like me. It felt so very far away from me as I twitched and shuddered beneath him.

My legs slid from his arms down to the bed, and I had no strength to keep them from flopping down into place. Limp. Useless. None of my muscles felt like they would work right now.

His weight was heavy atop me, and I could feel his body move as his breathing slowed. I could barely breathe beneath him and yet I didn’t feel frightened. I felt safe.

If he was going to murder me, I hoped he did it before I woke up. I’d rather go out feeling like this than any other way. Letting out a soft sigh, I let myself slip into the darkness of sleep as his cock softened inside me.

Chapter Eight

Ivy

I woke to the feeling of fullness within me. Thick. Uncomfortable. Yet arousing.

This is not Don Bianco.

For one, Don Bianco never let me sleep anywhere but in my cage. And he definitely didn’t cuddle up behind me, ever. And I could feel my hair brushing against my cheek. Clean. Soft.

Short.

My memories came rushing back as my pussy clenched around the thing inside me.

Tomas.

The massively large man who still had me tied to the bed by my wrists, and his huge body wrapped all the way around me, nearly engulfing me. I’m impaled on his giant cock again. I whimpered as I squirmed against him, feeling the wetness within me coat his thick length, making it easier for me to move.

He murmured something in his sleep, and his grip on me tightened as his hand squeezed the breast it was covering. Heat and the need for that itch he scratched last night flashed through me. I’d never felt pleasure like that before. I wanted more of it.

At some point, I also probably should escape but… it’s not the right time. Even if I managed to get out of the rope around my wrists, he’d probably notice the lack of my pussy wrapped around his cock. I wondered if that’s why he left me impaled on it. Extra security.

I wouldn’t fool myself into thinking that I was anything other than a warm body for him to use. But for some reason, he seemed to want to keep me around for longer. Maybe today I could find out why. Unless maybe he just wanted a woman around like Don Bianco did?

By the evidence so far, being that for Tomas would be far better than it had been for Don Bianco. I squirmed on his cock, clenching around it, and felt a flutter go through my body in response. Was it possible that I could get myself to that point of ecstasy while he was asleep?

His fingers squeezed my breast as I wriggled against him, my bottom rubbing against his groin as I pressed back, trying to get him deeper. I felt him bottom out within me, that painful feeling of being bumped deep inside me, and yet it felt so good too. The bed creaked as my wrists pulled on the rope, trying to get me in the right position so that I could move better.

I felt Tomas’ chest move, a low rumble of sound that I could barely hear, and the fingers holding my breast tightened on the soft flesh. I whimpered as I felt him come awake, hips thrusting back and then forward with a slow, lazy movement that made me want to beg.

And I never wanted to beg.

Pleasure was so much harder to resist than pain.

“Good morning, little flower.” Tomas’ voice was accompanied by a kiss pressed to the back of my neck. The sensation of his lips touching my skin sent my sense soaring. “Did someone wake up needy for Daddy’s cock?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, squirming back against him. Shamefully, it was nothing but the truth.

“Mmm.”

Tomas nuzzled the back of my neck, his arms moving around me. The hand on my breast kneaded my soft flesh as his other hand moved over my lower body, down between my legs. The pads of his fingers touched that wicked, sensitive spot on my pussy, dipping into the wetness between my netherlips, and circling the little nub that was so achy and needy.

I moaned, arching back against him as he began to fuck me on our sides. Slow, steady thrusts while his fingers made little circles on the button between my legs, slowly stoking my need higher and higher. He pinched my nipple, making me gasp and clench around him at the flash of pain that somehow enhanced my burgeoning pleasure.

“Good girl,” he murmured, working me, using me. I swear it felt like his cock was growing within me as he thrust, thickening, stretching me wider. His fingers never stopped moving as he drove my pleasure higher and higher, timing his movements with every thrust. “You feel so good on Daddy’s cock. I want to feel you come for me, little flower. Come all over Daddy’s cock.”

The pleasure grew and blossomed, and I cried out as the ecstasy surged within me, starting at the point where his fingers were massaging my most sensitive spot, and spreading outward. It was pure rapture as I writhed on his cock, squeezing and spasming, sobbing from the intensity. His hand pushed on my mound, pressing me back against him, as he thrust forward hard and buried himself inside me. The thick shaft was rigidly hard as it began to pulse, filling me with his spend.