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."
"I want you... to choke me." She said seriously, holding his gaze intetly.
He ran his aeyes from hers down to where his hand was posed. He could feel the pulse of her lifeblood in his grip, which was echoed by the throb of his erection deep inside her. He tightened his grip and found he needed to move as he felt his cock become impossibly hard at the thrill of something entirely new. Of course it wasnt his first time, he had choked the life out of many men in his career, but never... never had he been asked to do it. Never had he been given the trust of a life in his hands by a woman at the end of his cock. Never had he known there would be a woman, who's violence inherent in her passion, so perfectly dovetailed his.
He used his grip to pull her into his increasingly forceful thrusts. He could feel her heart pounding, and it was driving him crazy. She felt everything she thought she would and so much more. Everything she remembered enjoying from the night before was amplified and made comfortable by him being conscious and doing it intentionally, and the fact that she could see him enjoying it. Her head was swimming, her eyes floating, and rolling back, everything was starting to turn black, and she realized the entirely new addition of being able to feel his strokes less and less as she experienced the life drain from her slowly. She felt a trust and power in putting her life in a man she desired so wholly.
Having taken many lives in many ways, he knew he had time. He knew when to stop, but knew it would be a struggle for him to stop based on the roiling in his loins. The silence of her lack of breath or moans was deafening. He felt in her heartbeat it was time to bring her back. He released his thumb that was pressing into the crucial point, that he knew well, and her gasping breath threatened to empty his load inside her. He pulled out suddenly to keep that from happening but felt her uncoordinated arms and legs fighting that action as she coughed.
"No. Please keep fucking me!" she croaked out when she recovered. "I want both" she pleaded. It was certainly hard for him to deny as it was the only thing in the world he wanted then too. He nodded this time, at a loss for words. He couldn't tear his eyes away from hers to reposition himself, he wanted to look into her eyes forever.
"Put me back inside." He ordered with a rough voice. She reached between them and rubbed her clit once with his tip before aligning them. He entered her and felt it would not last long. Her small hands held his sides, as once again, he pushed his thumb in and curled his fingers around the backside of her neck. He thrust hard and started faster. He would have felt that she was already close to orgasm, if he had not been so intent on watching the exact point the life faded from her eyes. He roared as it did, feeling the preditor animal he truly is, holding a delicate life in one hand.
He released her earlier than the previous time, not sure he would have the wherewithal to time it perfectly as his orgasm began. As she came back to life gasping breath, her colors and headrush were met with the swelling and roaring ejaculation of his cock buried deep in her, and his thumb moving fast over her clit. Her orgasm was shooting through her oxygen deprived blood, and it was exquisite. His growling cry at the contractions of her spasming cunt around his just cum cock was the only noise that could be heard other than her gasps for air.
His hand still wrapped around her neck brought her up to sitting on his lap, where they embraced and recovered together. There were still tingles through their skin and pulsing in their sex, prolonging the intensity of their experience. Her hands roamed his broad back and ventured to his hair before he readjusted his hold on her, pinning her arms to her sides, limiting their freedom to his lower back. She momentarily felt annoyed at his constant restriction of her touch, but felt far too good, and protected in his embrace to let disappointment linger.
He, on the other hand, had no more limitations on what he could and would do with her body and planned to take advantage of it regularly. He faced her to him and planted a whole bodied kiss on her still tingling lips before depositing her back on the mattress.
"You are exquisite. Do you know that?" She smiled daintily at his compliment as he checked her neck for marks that he'd gotten carried away. "I enjoyed that very much..."
"I can still feel how much" she said with a sly smile as she used her muscles to tease his still, quite present, erection. He had trouble imagining ever going soft again after this experience. He raised his eyebrow expectantly at her sauciness. "My Chief." She finished, just in time to avoid a punishing pinch or slap to her thigh. He almost smiled at her education taking hold, when he felt his seed running out of her and coating his sack. At the feeling, he became painfully aware of the juices, and sweat covering them and his musk, unavoidable.
"I need a bath." he said with a bite to her tit, just to the side of her nipple. She moaned but her protest was muted by her delight in sinking into the most comfortable bed she had ever lain in. He raised up off of her, resting in his knees, and watch as he pulled himself out of her sex. He was transfixed by every wet inch of his manhood being able to fit into her tiny body. As he thoroughly enjoyed the streaks of juice coating him, it was all forgotten when he saw the pool of their mixed cum being plunged out by the ridge of his head, and rolling over both of them. He so wished he could see as welm as feel what happened inside her when they came together. He stood but didnt avert his eyes, waiting for more seed to dribble out of her open pussy, that was so stretched, it gaped as though he was still inside her.
