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Malakar’s voice was low, coaxing. “You want to cum, don’t you? You want to show me how good you can be?”

I shook my head, but he only laughed, thrusting his fingers deeper, thumb circling my clit.

I panted and moved my hips, trying to fight the pressure, but it came anyway.

“Don’t fight it,” he crooned. “You’re going to cum for me. You’re going to cum whether you want to or not.”

I bit my lip, trying to hold back, but he worked me faster, harder. The pleasure built, unstoppable, cresting like a wave. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. I didn’t want to be his puppet, his whore. But my body didn’t care.

“Say you love it,” he ordered. “Say you love being my little fucktoy.”

Tears slipped from beneath the blindfold. “I love it,” I choked out. “Please, please, I love being yours. I love it when you fuck me. Please let me cum.”

He rewarded me by pinching my clit, hard, sending a jolt of pain through the pleasure. He slapped my clit, then started rubbing it again.

I sobbed, hips bucking, the orgasm tearing through me in shudders I couldn’t control. My body jerked helplessly against the ties, limbs thrashing.

“Good girl,” Malakar groaned, climbing over me, cock rubbing against my folds. “You’re so perfect like this. So fucking perfect.”

He slammed into me without warning, making me gasp. He was hard, thick, filling me to the point of pain. He fucked me relentlessly, the bed shaking under us, his hands bruising my hips. “You’re mine, bluebird. All mine.”

I whimpered, the pleasure and pain blurring together. The blindfold stayed on, disorienting me. He yanked my hips up, spreading me wide. His hands found my throat, squeezing, cutting off my air. My vision sparked behind the blindfold. “Take it, Starla. Take every inch. Show me you can be good.”

I nodded, choking, body locking tight around him. My cunt pulsed, another orgasm building against my will. He fucked me harder, rougher.

I could feel his fingers pinching my nipple. The tingling pleasure of it overwhelmed me, and I couldn’t help but moan and pant beneath his power.

His cock slid in and out at a quick pace, shoving deep inside of me. My legs were shoved back, the joints in my thighs ached so bad to the point where I thought he might break my leg.

The strength of his movement forced my body backwards, and I felt my head hitting the headboard with each thrust. He didn’t care, he only fucked me harder, hands holding my hips.

“Please,” I gasped when he loosened his grip. “Please, Malakar, please⁠—”

“Please what, bluebird? Please hurt you more?” He laughed, the sound was cruel. He pulled out again, dragging me to the edge of the bed, forcing me to kneel. My hands were still tied together. He ripped the blindfold off, and the world spun.

He slapped my face, just hard enough to sting. “Open your mouth.”

I obeyed, lips parting. He shoved his cock in, thrusting deep, making me gag. I tried to pull back, but his hands locked in my hair, holding me in place.

“Choke on it,” he snarled. “Show me how much you love me.”

I sucked him, tears streaming down my cheeks, spit and precum leaking from my mouth. My jaw ached, throat burning. He fucked my mouth with savage thrusts, using me like I was nothing.

His cock filled my whole mouth, every time the head hit the back of my throat, I gagged and gurgled around him. He leaned down and yanked the ties off my wrist.

“Touch yourself. I want you to cum with my cock in your throat.”

I leaned down and rubbed my cunt. He took both of his hands yanked on my hair, guiding my head around his cock. I tried to focus on the feeling of my fingers on my clit, and not the soreness of my mouth.

The pain was excruciating, but I kept going, kept working towards that release, to pleasing him. Pleasing him kept me breathing.

His breathing was loud and heavy as he fucks my mouth. My eyes fluttered up to him and realized he was already looking at me. His eyes black and empty, his face scrunched in concentration.

I kept my eyes on him as I rubbed myself. The friction was starting to hurt, my finger was cramping.

“Fuck, bluebird, keep your eyes on me. Just like that,” he groaned out as he continued to fuck my mouth.

The sound of his voice and the pressure of my finger overtook me. The pressure built and built until there was an explosion within me. My legs trembled and my body convulsed. It hurt so bad, but it also felt good.