My body will burn with need. My mind will go mad with lust. Then he’ll consume my soul.
I thought I knew how to handle a man like him, but there are no men like him. Though he is a billionaire, when he desired me he did not try to buy me, and when he wanted me bared and bound he didn’t call his bodyguards. He did it himself, even as I fought him, because he could.
He told me soon I would beg him to ravage me… and I did. But it wasn’t the pain of his belt searing my naked backside that drove me to plead with him to use me so shamefully I might never stop blushing. I begged because my body knew its master, and it didn’t give me a choice.
But my body is not all he plans to claim. He wants my mind and my soul too, and he will have them. He’s going to take so much of me there will be nothing left. He’s going to consume me.
Author: Sara Fields
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$3.95
Length: 43,300 words
“Please, I need to come,” I pleaded.
“The only way you will have pleasure, warrior is with my cock in your tight little ass.”
I shuddered but remained silent. I closed my eyes as his fingers ravaged my body, but soon, the pleasure was too much. I wanted to run, to fight but even more so, I wanted to come. I needed it.
I moaned and pleaded for him to grant me mercy, but he didn’t. The more he continued, the more desperate I became. Writhing beneath him, I did everything I could to ensure his touch remained on my greedy flesh. I mewled when his fingers pressed harder and sobbed when he pulled them away. With the lightest, torturous touch, he played with my pleasure, edging me closer and closer to orgasm, but never letting me get all the way there.
My skin tingled with passion and my core throbbed painfully, needing release. My fingers clenched into tight little fists and my toes curled against the floor. I screamed, my throat raw, but still he didn’t care.
It didn’t take long for me to begin to feel sorry for myself. Even though he’d spanked me, with both his hand and his belt, never had I felt so punished in my life. It felt as though I was on the perpetual edge of pleasure. It was twitching agony. It was torture and I couldn’t take it.
I had thought I was strong, but I wasn’t prepared for this.
I began to cry. Tears poured down my face and I gripped the edge of the desk, watching as they pooled on the desk below. I went limp against the unforgiving wood.
I hated him. I loved him. I was so fucking confused. I needed to come.
And now, he’d made it so that I would do anything to get it.
Sobbing, I opened my mouth and licked my lips, trying to come to terms with the fact that he had broken me. I was going to beg him to take me in the most shameful of ways, just so that I could come again. He’d shattered me with pain and pleasure and I knew I would never be the same after this.
“Do you have something to say, Kassandra?” he asked, as his palm closed over top of my pussy. My clit throbbed hard and almost unconsciously, my hips rose, trying to find a purchase against him.
I was done. He’d wrecked me. He’d taken pleasure and pain and distorted it into a demanding, intoxicating drug that had fragmented me into a thousand pieces.
I was going to beg him to do the unthinkable because I couldn’t take another second of his torment.
“Please, Master. Please fuck my ass. God, please let me come,” I pleaded.
I couldn’t look up at him, but I knew he was smiling with his victory. He had won, and I had lost once more.
“Show me you want it, Kassandra. Spread yourself and present that virgin hole to me. Let me see where you need to be fucked,” he demanded, his voice low and terrifying.
I did as he commanded. Reaching back, I gripped my ass cheeks and spread myself for him. I whimpered and cried as I did so, awash in my shame and embarrassment. For a long time, it was silent, and my humiliation compounded in waves, but then, he placed his palm on my ass, slowly dragging his thumb down the cleft of my backside.
“Look at this tight little hole. It’s going to take my cock so well, isn’t it, Kassandra.”
“Yes, Master,” I shamefully begged.