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“Go to hell,” I pant, twisting against his hold.
“Gladly.” He’s unfazed as he strokes himself through my folds again, brushing my clit with his shaft. “As long as you ride my dick on the way down.”
I buck, which is a futile attempt and his free hand cracks against my untouched ass cheek. The sharp report echoes in the stone room, followed by a bloom of heat. My hips rock back involuntarily, wetness smearing down my inner thigh.
His grip tightens on my hair, and I barely have time to brace myself before he drives forward with one brutal, unyielding thrust.
“Fuck—what—” I choke out, stunned not only by the unfamiliar thickness, but by the feel of something hard against my inner walls, something foreign.
“Thought you’d enjoy that little surprise,” he growls, pride darkening his tone. “You're not the only one who enjoys piercings, sweetheart.”
He pulls back and slams home again; the metal barbell catches and drags with every movement of his hips, my breasts swaying with each punishing impact.
“Look at you." His fist tightens in my hair, yanking my head back until my spine bows. "My perfect little fuck toy, dripping all over my cock.”
He leans over, his shoulders eclipsing the dim cellar light. My palms stay flat against the cold concrete, chin tilted up until our eyes lock and he drags the thumb of his free hand across my lower lip before pressing it to the seam. I part them without thought.
“Suck.” he commands, and I do as I'm told, my tongue working over the calloused pad as his hips set a relentless rhythm. “Such a little slut, can’t even pretend you don’t want this.”
I should be mortified at the way he speaks to me. Instead, my cunt tightens around him so fiercely he groans.
His thumb slides from my mouth with a slick pop, and he adjusts his grip on my jaw to hold it open. A warm stream of spit hits my tongue, the taste of him flooding my senses as I swallow without hesitation.
A raw, gratified sound tore from his chest, the kind a wolf makes claiming its kill. “That's my good girl. Always so eager to please me.”
A broken noise escapes me as I roll my hips against him. “Goddamn it, Elias. Please—”
“What is it sweet girl.” His voice drops, almost gentle beneath the gravel. “Tell me what you need.”
“I need to cum,” I beg as he hits that spot that makes my vision blur. I push back, needing more. “Please… Sir. I need it so bad.”
“Mmmm.” His hand slides between my legs, fingers finding my clit just as he slams home, his piercing striking that perfect, devastating spot again. "See that wasn't so hard, was it?"
“Oh god—”
“Not god.” His teeth scrape the skin of my neck.
“Sir.”
"There’s my good girl. Cum all over my cock.”
The orgasm hits hard enough to wipe the cellar out around me. My hand reaches for the wine rack in front of me, needing something to hold onto as my body locks around him, and the room blurs into amber light and shadow.
Elias loses whatever control he had left; his breathing turns ragged as he chases his own release. Bouncing me off his dick with a force that sends a wine bottle rattling off the rack.
Glass shatters somewhere in the dark, and neither of us flinches, too wrapped up in each other to give a damn.
“Fuck—Eli—” I gasp, my voice breaking as another orgasm tears through me, stronger than the last.
“Mine,” he snarls, the word tearing out of him as he releases my hair only to claim my throat, pressing just enough to feel my pulse hammer against his palm. “Say it.”
“Y-yours,” I choke out, the word barely audible between the sounds he’s pounding out of me.
“Again.”
“Yours,” I sob. “I’m yours, Sir.”
His hips stutter, then drive forward one final time. I feel him swell inside me, his release hot and thick. the sound He makes as he pulls me back against him: a guttural growl that vibrates through my entire body.
