Page 83 of Until Death or Defeat

The noises she’s making are obscene; I know she hates herself for not being able to hold them back. My cock pushes perfectly into the depth of her core, trapped in place and unable to crawl forward to lighten the blow.

I can hear her involuntary whine when I suddenly pull myself out of her, taking my hand to scoop the wetness coming from her pussy and rub it onto her ass.

“W-what are you doing?” she asks breathlessly, turning her head.

“Whatever I please,” I reply as I enter a digit into her ass without warning. The beautiful, soft cry she makes is music to my ears.

“We didn’t agree to that,” she argues weakly, squirming to try to get my finger out of her.

“We didn’tagreeto anything. This is mine. Do you really need the safe word already?”

She doesn’t say anything, but she’ll refuse to say it just to prove a point.

I insert a second finger now, curving them upward and pushing them in and out at a grueling pace, reveling in hermoans and cries. My free hand goes to work her clit, as my fingers inside of her work to scissor her open while I enjoy the view.

Soon I can feel how close she is, her moans quickening and her body twitching, and I remove my fingers from her clit and still the ones inside her ass.

“Beg me to take your ass, Giselle. Tell me I can do anything I want to you.”

Silence. As I expected.

“Fine, you want to do everything the hard way.”

I insert a third finger, the new stretching sensation causing her to jolt from the mix of pain and pleasure as my fingers work her clit again, bringing her straight to the edge.

And stop.

And again.

And stop.

And again.

And stop.

“Fuck! Fine! Do whatever the fuck you want!” she seethes, a pooled mess over the couch, trapped on the edge of her orgasm.

“Is that what I told you to say?”

I hear her breathe out, trying to compose and force herself to say the magic words.

“You can do anything you want to me,” she says through her teeth.

She yelps when my hand meets her ass, leaving a print.

“Every time you say it wrong, it’ll get harder, Giselle. Do what I fucking asked.”

It only takes her four piss-poor attempts and four increasingly hard slaps before she’s a mess; a tear down her cheek as she lays still.

“P-please, take my ass. Do whatever you want to me, please,” she gets out weakly, but genuine.

“Ah, there’s a good girl,” I mutter. I rub my cock against her wetness again before pushing against her asshole, slowly making my way inside of her.

“Godyes,” I growl as I bottom out inside of her, moving my hand to the front of her throat to hold her.

She’s a beautifully broken mess under me as I fuck her, moaning and sobbing from the pleasure as I take her the way I always imagined. It isn’t gentle, it isn’t romantic.

But it’s me.