inside her dreams ’til the day she died.
He fucked her onto the bed. He went with her, putting his
weight on her crossed arms. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak, couldn’t
move.
He stared at her. Inside her, and he saw everything she’d
ever tried to hide. All the desires she’d kept buried were laid bare for him.
Everything she’d ever thought about sex faded into nothing.
She lay broken beneath him. Tears flowed from her eyes,
wetting her face.
He smiled, releasing the vicious nipple clamps one right
after another. “Come.”
She closed her eyes and screamed, jack-knifing on the bed,
bucking against him as he rode her hard. She cried for him. He came as she
struggled beneath him, forcing her through an orgasm she would never survive.
He was beautiful as he orgasmed inside her. He couldn’t get
close enough.
She never wanted it to end.
“Open your eyes,” he grunted through gritted teeth as he
pumped inside her, filling the condom he wore. She complied, wanting nothing
more than to bathe in his cum.
He gave her everything in that moment. A piece of him fell
inside her, wrapping tightly around her soul. No matter what happened, in that
moment she knew perfection.
Every cell in her body exploded in pleasure, forcing her
body to contain a hurricane of the sweetest pain, wracking her with wave after
wave of delicious agony. He pinched one of her nipples—hard.
She begged. “Heez,” came out around the gag.
He released her nipple, then squeezed her clit between his
fingers. He whispered in her ear, “Again. Give me one more. Come. For me.”
His command, his fingers, his cock shallowly pumping inside
her, threw her over the edge. She bawled against his shoulder, coming undone
all around him. Bliss. It sucked her under, holding her close, stroking the
flames of desire even higher until she thought she touched the sun.
“You couldn’t come before, not because you were broken, but
because you were trapped. Tied by what you should be. Bound by who you were
told to be.” He gathered her close and held her while she sobbed beneath him.
“Liberty found.”
No other words were needed.
He climbed off, slipping from the tight clasp of her
deliciously sore ass. She whimpered, not wanting him to go.
She heard him in the bathroom, running water,
doing…something, but her eyelids were too heavy to see what it was. Sleep
called to her as tremors of remembrance plagued her body.
She flicked her eyes open when he leaned over her lax body.
The washrag he used on her had warm water on it. That set off another round of
tears. Emotion welled up and over, her tiny frame unable to contain her joy.
“Beautiful,” he praised as he used his thumb to wipe them
away.
He rolled her over, releasing all the buckles on the
straitjacket. The tie on the gag came next, then the straps on her legs. “It’ll
pass.”
She swallowed, licking at her dried lips. “What will? Fuck…”
she whimpered as he straightened her legs out. Blood rushed back to her legs,
and adrenaline dumped into her system again. He rubbed her legs, increasing the
reaction tenfold.
“I never remember if rubbing it makes it better or worse.
Hmm… Oh well.”
She couldn’t decide if she loved it or hated it. Panting her
way through it, gripping his shoulders, was all she could do. His merriment at
her predicament lit a warm glow inside her chest.
It took a few minutes before the pain peaked and the surprising
glow expanded into every inch of her. A giggle slipped out. She would have
covered her mouth, but her arms were too heavy.
Dr. Hottie lay beside her, dragging her entire body on top
of him. Any other time she would have protested, but her strength failed her.
She snuggled him as he petted her back. She giggled again, reveling in him.
“Subspace,” he said.
“What?”
“You asked what was happening to you. The answer is
subspace. Pretty nice, huh?”
She tried to put her thoughts together, order them in some
way so she could
He fucked her onto the bed. He went with her, putting his
weight on her crossed arms. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak, couldn’t
move.
He stared at her. Inside her, and he saw everything she’d
ever tried to hide. All the desires she’d kept buried were laid bare for him.
Everything she’d ever thought about sex faded into nothing.
She lay broken beneath him. Tears flowed from her eyes,
wetting her face.
He smiled, releasing the vicious nipple clamps one right
after another. “Come.”
She closed her eyes and screamed, jack-knifing on the bed,
bucking against him as he rode her hard. She cried for him. He came as she
struggled beneath him, forcing her through an orgasm she would never survive.
He was beautiful as he orgasmed inside her. He couldn’t get
close enough.
She never wanted it to end.
“Open your eyes,” he grunted through gritted teeth as he
pumped inside her, filling the condom he wore. She complied, wanting nothing
more than to bathe in his cum.
He gave her everything in that moment. A piece of him fell
inside her, wrapping tightly around her soul. No matter what happened, in that
moment she knew perfection.
Every cell in her body exploded in pleasure, forcing her
body to contain a hurricane of the sweetest pain, wracking her with wave after
wave of delicious agony. He pinched one of her nipples—hard.
She begged. “Heez,” came out around the gag.
He released her nipple, then squeezed her clit between his
fingers. He whispered in her ear, “Again. Give me one more. Come. For me.”
His command, his fingers, his cock shallowly pumping inside
her, threw her over the edge. She bawled against his shoulder, coming undone
all around him. Bliss. It sucked her under, holding her close, stroking the
flames of desire even higher until she thought she touched the sun.
“You couldn’t come before, not because you were broken, but
because you were trapped. Tied by what you should be. Bound by who you were
told to be.” He gathered her close and held her while she sobbed beneath him.
“Liberty found.”
No other words were needed.
He climbed off, slipping from the tight clasp of her
deliciously sore ass. She whimpered, not wanting him to go.
She heard him in the bathroom, running water,
doing…something, but her eyelids were too heavy to see what it was. Sleep
called to her as tremors of remembrance plagued her body.
She flicked her eyes open when he leaned over her lax body.
The washrag he used on her had warm water on it. That set off another round of
tears. Emotion welled up and over, her tiny frame unable to contain her joy.
“Beautiful,” he praised as he used his thumb to wipe them
away.
He rolled her over, releasing all the buckles on the
straitjacket. The tie on the gag came next, then the straps on her legs. “It’ll
pass.”
She swallowed, licking at her dried lips. “What will? Fuck…”
she whimpered as he straightened her legs out. Blood rushed back to her legs,
and adrenaline dumped into her system again. He rubbed her legs, increasing the
reaction tenfold.
“I never remember if rubbing it makes it better or worse.
Hmm… Oh well.”
She couldn’t decide if she loved it or hated it. Panting her
way through it, gripping his shoulders, was all she could do. His merriment at
her predicament lit a warm glow inside her chest.
It took a few minutes before the pain peaked and the surprising
glow expanded into every inch of her. A giggle slipped out. She would have
covered her mouth, but her arms were too heavy.
Dr. Hottie lay beside her, dragging her entire body on top
of him. Any other time she would have protested, but her strength failed her.
She snuggled him as he petted her back. She giggled again, reveling in him.
“Subspace,” he said.
“What?”
“You asked what was happening to you. The answer is
subspace. Pretty nice, huh?”
She tried to put her thoughts together, order them in some
way so she could
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