The flared ridge of his head, before his just as thick cock, had just reached past her g-spot, as far as he had gone yet, and Daphne was holding her breath. She was bracing for the impact she needed to feel, that he kept denying her. She groaned with her released breath, as he pulled all the way out of her, just to hear the pop her pussy made whe did.
"Please! Please Chief..." She whimpered.
"Please, what?" He asked teasingly as his cock head pressed against her entrance.
"Please.. I need more of you.." she said in her most put on voice trying to seduce him into taking her. She watched his eyes, only inches from hers... he was not persuaded.
"You need to learn to beg, servant girl." He pushed in faster and she tensed in excitement, until he stopped. She groaned at him leaving his cock there, still inside her stretch. "The best way to learn how to beg..." he pulled out slowly, leaving just his mushroom head inside, "is to feel... desperate."
"I AM desperate!" She said with enough annoyance to elicit a raised eyebrow from the Chief. "Sir." The corner of his mouth raised slightly and he pulsed his cock inside her in praise. It wasnt quite fucking her into oblivion like she wanted, but it was movement and praise.. she'd take it.
"What do you think I want to hear?" he asked as he sawed and absolutely insignificant amount of his cock in and out of her.
"I don't"-
"Don't. Don't tell me you dont know." he said aggressively as he pulled his cock all the way out of her quickly. reaching his hand between them he found his way to her clit and took it between his thumb and fore finger, rubbing it gently. " forget being polite, forget being ladylike. Ask me for exactly what you want... with the respect. I deserve"
"Please shove your big cock into me, Chief.." she panted in a breathy voice.
"No. That's the whore talking, that's not you. Do better." he pinched her in punishment and she yelped.
"Please Chief... I need you to slam your hardness into me so roughly, you think you might break me... I-I need you to use my body for your pleasure. Please destroy your little servant girl. Please, please please please please, Sir." she said, with her voice sounding much more like herself, than trying overly hard to be sensual. Her legs were reaching for him, and found purchase at his waist, where she wrapped them around, hoping to pull him into where he belonged.
"Better." He said, right before he thrust his entire length into her teased wetness. Once he was pushing painfully into the end of her, they both cried out, her louder than him. He withdrew again, and slammed back inside. Each of his next strokes were a little faster and a little more fluid, but they still had tremendous power behind them. He was on his elbows abover her and he could feel her hot breath as she screamed on his collarbone. She unwrapped her legs from his waist, to bring her knees closer to her sides, giving him deeper access and her stimulated pearl more contact with his slapping pelvis.
His fingers were tangled in the hair at the top of her head, and he was taking deep inhales of her scent. His pace slowed as he became more and more drunk from her pheromones. She delighted in the effects she seemingly had on such a man, such a creature of violence and control and indulgence. She pulsed her muscles around him, as he stilled inside her.
He pulled her hair back sharply, forcing her head deeper into the bed, and her face to look up to his. He saw the sheen of the drying slobber that had coated her mouth and cheeks, and run up to her eyes, when he had savagely fucked her throat over the edge of the bed just moments before. They both felt his cock throb at the reminder. The sounds she made as she glugged and gasped and coughed, made him want to do it every single day. He wondered how well she would take him releasing his load into the back of her throat, once he'd had his fill of fertilizing her hot pussy.
He bent down to lick her mouth, and was surprised how tender their kiss became. Her delicate movements, the softness of her lips, the quiver of her tongue as she asked for entry to his mouth, disarmed him. So much so, that he lifted his knees and released her hands that he had pinned under them to restrain her, giving her permission to touch him. She took it tentatively, still getting the feeling back into them, and afraid if she were too forward, it would be taken away again. She had touched his arms before and would start there.
She ran them up his biceps to his shoulders and admired the the round, bulging muscles there. He restarted his motion inside her but slowly, tenderly. Her noises of pleasure were little and breathy, quite a nice compliment, he thought, to her screaming moans. He found both reached the same part of his chest, and his cock. He forced his tongue to fill her mouth and left it there as he slammed into her again.
He had become close to finishing 3 or 4 times already, the first being when she had poured herself into his mouth as her thighs shook and he watched her face screw up in agonizing pleasure; however, their sensuous reprieve was enough to chase away the threat of shooting his shot, for now. He could build back up to the pace that would promise her other sweet cries he was missing.
She ran a set of fingers up his neck and through his hair, before he leaned up fast, robbing her of the caress. He planted one hand down next to her head on the bed, and the other he still had tangled in her hair he used to raise her head up, forcing her to watch him take her roughly. He grunted with every thrust, still unable to believe how tight her channel could be, while still accepting anything he wanted to give. The sounds of their bodies slapping together got louder as they became more wet with sweat and arousal.
She had moaned at the sight of his hard flat torso stretching and contracting, his skilled movements that turned something natural into something professional, and the collision of their bodies. Watching it happen was adding significantly to her journey towards her climax, and after some internal debate, she decided she wanted it. She started clawing at his hand holding her hair, but he was reluctant to let go of his perfect fuck handle, until she suggested another.
"Chief! Please," he let go so he could look into her eyes hard, chiding her for not learning anything about how to beg, when she continued, "Please... will you... choke me... again, Sir?" He looked at her with questioning eyes and lost all fight, as she took his forearm she was clawing at and moved it into position, while raising her chin so that he would have enough room to wrap his hand around her slender neck. He did gently, and did not squeeze as he slowed his movements.
"Are you certain you want this?" To which she nodded "No. Say it."
