Deeper she thinks. Her face flushing with anticipation. But he doesn't. His finger circles her entrance for what feels like an eternity before sliding in fully, she signs in relief and then it is pulled away, leaving her longing.
She opens her eyes and looks at him, they make eye contact. He whispers "did you enjoy being sore?". She hesitates and her face burns as she nods. He thinks for a moment and then, his voice thick with want, he asks "how about five days this time?" and
he begins to move his cock against her mound, parting her pussy lips with it, rubbing it over her clit again and again until her chest is heaving in anticipation.
"Five days, yes?" He asks softly and she nods, her heart pounding in fear and anticipation, but desperate to feel full again, like she did in his squad car.
He grips her bent knees with his hands and with a long slow push buries his cock inside her. She jerks against her bindings trying to sit up and move away from his painful intrusion but he holds her firmly and keeps entering. Her pussy walls scream in agony as he enters, forcing her open again, stretching her, filling her. Just when she thinks he must be all the way in another inch enters her. When she feels hips against her she lets out a cry of pain, and relief.
He groans "still so tight" and she begins to squirm and struggle, he's too deep, too big, she can't handle it - she's going to tear open, she's sure of it, but he maneuvers with her, holding her knees pinned to his chest and keeping his hips against her. "Shhhhh" he whispers, as his hips press firmly against her, he releases one knee and begins to rub his rough palm over her clit. She uses her free leg to try and lift herself off of him but he grips her other leg too tightly and keeps himself firmly buried in her, after a moment she collapses back on the bed, panting and still squirming slightly. He waits until she is silent, still. His palm grinds against her clit and the moment her hips rise to meet his palm he begins to thrust. Slowly, but deeply. She cries out into the gag but he continues his slow thrusts, halfway out then all the way in, she grunts as her pussy stretches to accommodate him as deep as he wants to go. He takes her bent knee and places it over his shoulder, leaving her other leg free. She whimpers into the gag as he enters her fully again in this new position. Too deep. Too big. Her eyes bulge and she pants into the gag. He closes his eyes and pushes into her again. She shakes her head back and forth as he pushes in a third time.
"Take it" he growls and his hand rubs her clit more fervently. She closes her eyes and groans into the gag as he continues his slow assault, pausing after each thrust before pulling out again. The rough manipulation of her clit a welcome distraction as he forces her pussy to stretch open with each push. The head of his cock crashing with beautiful force against her, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her, only to recede to the pain of being stretched, until the pain recedes into the background as his head stimulates her again. Her clit becoming sensitive to his touch, her body experiencing pleasure in waves. Her face and chest flush as the pleasure builds, his hand working methodically, slowly, but firmly. His cock entering her with a slow, deliberate pace. His eyes flash as he feels her pussy tighten around him - feels her spasms of pleasure building.
"Cum for me " he growls and thrusts deep, moving his hips as he grinds her clit under his palm. He pulls out and shoves in again. She arches her back and feels her body release for him, screaming into her gag. She falls back onto the mattress, eyes closed, mind blank, him still inside her, and when she opens her eyes a moment later he is watching her. Her eyes flutter, she's suddenly so tired.
He moves his hips, his cock moves inside her. "This doesn't feel like five days worth of sore" he taunts. Understanding his meaning she slowly shakes her head. With that he grips her knee to his shoulder and thrusts in cruelly. She screams into his gag as his cock sears into her. He thrusts again, and again, and again, ignoring her hyperventilating into her gag. He's really going to tear me she thinks and she takes her free foot and puts it on his chest, trying to push him away, to keep him from thrusting so deep, but he grabs it and shoves it over his other shoulder and holds both her legs to his chest. Her eyes widen as he thrusts again, able to go deeper now. He leans forward, almost bending her in half and thrusts hard, and deep, and fast. She wails into her gag, it's too much - he's too thick, this position, too deep, the pain. But in the pain she feels the fullness she longed for. The fullness she fantasized about after he took her on the side of the road. She feels the pressure building inside her again as he pummels her insides, the sound of his body slapping hers rhythmically filling her ears. She screams into her gag as she cums again, and this seems to spur him on as he thrusts harder and faster, not a thought given to how sensitive her body has become after her orgasm. His thrusts get more frantic, erratic, desperate and he grips her legs tighter against his chest until his face contorts and he lets out a loud groan, moaning "yeesssss" as he heaves into her, before settling back on his heels, chest heaving. He pulls out of her and she gasps at the sudden emptiness.
He stands and hisses "keep it in you" and leaves the room to walk into her bathroom. She hears running water, the bathtub, and the sink. Her head is swimming. He comes back with a towel. He sets the towel under her and tells her to push. She clenches her pussy muscles and he signs in appreciation at the cum sliding out of her. He reaches up, unlatching the clip holding her handcuffs to the headboard. Unbuckling the gag in her mouth. Her jaw aches, the corners of her mouth feel cracked. And he leads her to the bathroom, where the tub is partially filled.
"Get in" he commands. And she does, standing awkwardly until he tells her to sit. She grips the side of the tub with her bound hands and gasps as the warm water stings her pussy. He leans next to the tub and rubs her mound, making her squirm as he roughly handles her most sensitive parts. "Get on your stomach" he growls, and she twists herself awkwardly in the tub to do as he says. He pushes two fingers inside her, so hard she slides forward in the tub and inch and pulses them in and out, the water fills her and then slides away with each push. Her eyes half closed as he roughly fingers her, she is so sore, but craving his fullness.
He grips her upper arms and pulls her to standing. Toweling her off with quick precision.
"Stand here" he barks and points to a bath mat. She takes an awkward step forward. Her joints ache, her legs like jelly. He leaves her standing there and she hears rustling and movement, then a zipper. When he comes back he's holding a duffle bag, he's dressed. "When you're not sore anymore. Put an X on your window with tape. Understand?" She nods. He unlocks his handcuffs, sliding them into his coat pocket and is gone. She stands on the bath mat until she hears the front door slam. Then a rustling sound, then nothing. She stands in silence, straining to hear before she half stumbles to the front door to lock it. With the door locked her leans against the door, suddenly shaken, shivering from being wet and chilled, but also disoriented by what just happened. The hall light is on she notices. On the floor is a key, and a note. She leans down, it's her door key, and the note reads "You can have this back. I have my own now. Don't change the locks."
