Breaing Her Boundaries

The dimly lit bedroom exuded an air of anticipation, a stage set for a forbidden performance. Johnathon, a towering figure with broad shoulders and a menacing presence, stood by the bed, his eyes burning with an intense desire.

His powerful build, accentuated by the shadows, made him seem like a predator ready to pounce. Beside him, cowering in contrast, was his little girlfriend, Lily, her small frame trembling under his domineering gaze.

"You know the rules, baby," Johnathon growled, his deep voice echoing in her mind. "Tonight, you're mine to do with as I please. No safe words, no limits."

Lily's heart raced, a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through her veins. She had agreed to this role-play, knowing Johnathon's dark fantasies, but the reality of it now sent shivers down her spine. She was dressed in a skimpy lace lingerie set, barely covering her full curves, a visual reminder of her vulnerability.

"But Johnathon, we said--" Lily's voice cracked, her eyes pleading.

"Shh..." He silenced her with a finger to her soft lips, his touch possessive. "No more talking, just obeying. You're a good girl, aren't you?"

Lily nodded meekly, her resistance melting under his commanding tone. She knew better than to fight this, he would never stop this chase and she had become his prey, the ultimate prize. This was a game, a twisted fantasy, but the thrill of submitting to his will sent a rush of heat between her thighs.

With a swift motion, Johnathon grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand, his strength overwhelming. "You struggle, you squirm, but in the end, you're just a little toy for me to play with. And if you do not give me absolute control, there will be consequences because either way we both know I am strong enough to seize it from you regardless".

As he spoke, Johnathon's free hand roamed over her body, tracing the outline of her breasts, pinching her sensitive nipples through the sheer fabric. Lily's breath caught, her body betraying her as she arched into his touch, despite her mind's protest. She tried to stop herself but her heart began to race even as she told herself she didn't want this she was only doing this so he would leave her alone.

"That's it girl, let me see how much you want it," he growled, his hot breath fanning her neck. "Your body betrays you. You're so wet for me already, aren't you, my little slut?"

Lily whimpered, her face flushing with shame and arousal. She tried to pull away, but his grip was unyielding, strong and firm as it anchored her wrists, effectively binding her to him. He tightened his hold, making her gasp as he pressed his muscular body against hers, his hardness pressing into her soft belly.

"Please..." she managed to whisper.

"Please what? Please fuck you hard enough that you cry out? No one cares and no one will hear you." Johnathon's voice was a low purr, his lips brushing her ear. "That's what you want, isn't it? To be used and taken, thrown around like a little rag doll... To feel my fat cock stretch your little pussy."

Lily's eyes widened at his crude words, but her body responded, her core throbbing with need. She felt herself getting wetter, her juices culminating, wicking her thighs as he ground against her. As she noticed with alarm how much bigger he was and felt the considerable size of his appendage against her.

Without warning, Johnathon released her wrists, leaned down, and roughly pulled her lace panties to the side, exposing her glistening folds. He leaned in and pressed his nose firmly into her small maintained bush inhaling deeply, scenting her pheromones that were no doubt signaling her rising arousal. His thumb brushed lower down striking her protruding swollen clit. He brushed slowly with intentional swipes. Once. Twice. causing her body to roll with waves of pleasure and her clit begin to firm up aching with slight pain from the quickly swelling pressure. He chuckled low in his throat as if he could see every little reaction her traitorous body gave away. He began circling her clit slowly, making her moan in pleasure and protest.

"Oh, you like that, don't you? You like being touched where you're most sensitive. You need it."

"No!" She gasped. He chuckled, louder this time, "I don't believe you sweetheart". His fingers worked her expertly, knowing just how to drive her wild, delving deep into the soft folds of her wetness now and back up to encircle her cute little throbbing bud.

Lily's legs trembled as he brought her closer to the edge, her body betraying her mind's resolve. She wanted to resist, to maintain some control, but the sensations were too much.

"Please, Johnathon..." she begged, her voice hoarse.

"Begging already? Goood girrrl," he purred, his fingers not relenting, curling upward inside of her as his thumb continued its lazy endless circling of her clit. "But I want to hear you beg for my cock."

He rose up now and positioned himself at her entrance, his thick length pressing against her, teasing. Testing. Lily's breath hitched as she anticipated his penetration, her body craving the release only he could provide her.

"Say it, Lily. Beg me to fuck you," he demanded, his voice laced with authority. She tried to resist bucking her hips and sensing this he reached down and gripped her neck within his broad hand. "Answer your owner. Now." He said with complete authority again commanding her to respond with a sheer power, a knowing that without a doubt she would bend to his will.

Lily's eyes fluttered shut, her inhibitions crumbling. "Please... fuck me... please, Johnathon," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

With a growl, Johnathon thrust into her using his grip around her neck as leverage, filling her in one swift motion. Lily cried out, her body adjusting to his size, her walls stretching to accommodate his girth, her wetness turning creamier to allow more lubrication to accommodate his sizable needs. He held himself deep inside her, savoring her tightness and the frantic pulsing of her pussy desperate to accommodate his size.

"You feel so fucking good, so tight around my cock," he grunted, his voice deeply strained with a powerful lust. "You're mine... all... mine," He pulled back slightly grunting again and lowering back down sinking deeper this time thanks to her pussy's response with creamier wetness, all but asking him to do as he pleased. "I'm going to make you come like a good little slut so that you can never deny, even to yourself, that a part of you deep down truly lusts for a big powerful man to own you thoroughly, completely." He rolled his hips forward and back forward and back rocking lightly and testing the limits of her cunt.

He continued talking softer more intently,"And I know you will endure the deep shame that it brings you, to be nothing more than a maiden meant to satiate my arousal whenever, wherever your man deems."

Lily's eyes flared sensing her impending loss of control and she pushed feebly against his mighty chest. He began to move more now, his hips thrusting in a steady rhythm, each stroke claiming her further and proving his point as her head thrashed against the pillow, her hands gripping the sheets as she struggled to process the overwhelming yet intensely pleasurable sensations flooding her body.

"Yes... yes..." she panted, her body moving in sync with his, shamefully giving in to her traitorous genitalia knowing she was only further proving him right.

Johnathon leaned down, his lips capturing hers in a rough kiss, his tongue invading her mouth with the same dominance he displayed earlier. His tongue brushed against hers flicking against the roof of her mouth as he thrust harder, his pace increasing as he drove her closer and closer to the brink. And as she gave him all of her mouth parting her full lips and exposing her tongue for him he took it, sucking it deep into his mouth then allowing it to slip out with one final intense suck right on the tip. Her eyes began to roll in the back of her head, no longer capable of resisting his every demand.

He flipped her over now, carelessly shoving her face into the mattress and hoisting her ass up. He swiftly joined them together again and increased the tempo of his thrusts, his balls unmercifully smacking her wet and throbbing clit. "Look at yourself Lily. You're nothing but a breeding mare. Fit only to be serviced by a bull like me." He wants to degrade me she thought blearily but instead of resisting she bent to his will shame pushing her further to the edge. He grunted evidently feeding on her apparent shame he knew she felt.

"Come for me, Lily," he demanded, his voice hoarse. "I need to feel your pussy helplessly milking my cock."

His words were like a trigger, sending her over the edge. Lily's body convulsed around him, her orgasm ripping through her, her insides rippling around him wave after wave struggling to pull his thick shaft closer to her cervix with each passing.

Breathless and spent she watched as Johnathon continued to fuck her through the orgasm. He was feeling her pussy pulling him in while any possibility of his own resistance to pull out was fading with each tugging sensation. His own release was building rapidly, but his dominance was unwavering. As he reached his climax, Johnathon pulled out abruptly not giving her the reward of being fully bred, his hot seed spurting across her trembling thighs. He watched with satisfaction as his cum dripped down her legs, a visual reminder of his absolute power over her.

"You did well, baby," he said, his voice laced with a satisfied arrogance "Now clean up my mess, and remember, this is just the beginning. There's so much more I plan to do to you. Maybe next time you'll actually earn my seed in your womb."

Lily, still reeling from the intensity of her orgasm, began obediently cleaning her thighs with her hands and licking them off, her submission complete but her shame of his refusal to fully claim her heated her face with embarrassment.

The first act of their twisted "role-play" had ended, but the night had only just begun, and Johnathon's dark desires were far from satisfied.

As Lily submitted to his every command, Johnathon's mind raced with the endless dark possibilities of their game, each

more degrading and thrilling than the last.