Chapter 106 Cum on me, Daddy
Serena's POV
Was it fear?
Was it respect?
Or was it simply lust?
"Louder. Let me hear how much you need this punishment, how much you love being fucked like the dirty girl you are!” He yelled at me as I rocked back into him.
"Please—Dante..."
I didn't even know what to say at that point. I only knew he had me where he wanted.
And frankly, I could only beg for more even as he kept pounding into me. The sound of his dick clapping against the walls of my couchie blocked my senses.
"Beg like you mean it!” He yelled as his hand ran over my body and went around my front.
Then his fingers found my clit again, rubbing rough circles that made my vision blur with each thrust.
I could barely stand again as I felt no power in my left leg.
His body pressing me against the wall kept me up even as my right leg shook from the tension growing tighter in the middle.
"Beg for your master to fuck you harder. Beg me to make you cum as your punishment!” He snarled, biting my ear softly.
"Please... fuck me harder, Daddy,” I succumbed to the pressure, using the name I knew he liked.
At this point, the shame did nothing to me again, it couldn't come close to the rush of pleasure he sent through me.
My body clenched around him as the orgasm built up, teasing a break on its edge.
He laughed darkly, and as I suspected, it triggered him like a charm as he quickened his pace wickedly.
He slammed harder into me, going deeper with each thrust as a wave of energy took over him.
As expected, it wasn't long before I flooded his dick.
My orgasm rushed out, crashing through my entire body as my walls clenched around him tightly.
A different wave of pleasure ran over me, pulling out screams from my throat I never knew I could make.
I shook violently as my legs finally gave out. He held me up from falling, pounding me still without any show of mercy.
It was like he was drawing out everything in me, hitting me scarily till I was nothing but a trembling mess.
But he didn't stop there. He pulled out of me, pooling down on the floor without as much as flinching.
I rested my back against the wall, barely having anything in me to keep me up.
And just when I thought he was done, he shook it off one more time before picking me up and flipping me around like I weighed nothing.
He placed my back against the wall with my legs wrapped around his waist as he slid into me again.
I could tell this wasn't normal, he wasn't driving for pleasure.
He was pushing himself to teach me a lesson, he was forcing the thrusts to ensure I don't run again, literally!
He went in deeper again, using this angle to hit a different spot.
He had his eyes locked on mine which barely remained open to meet his fierce and unyielding ones.
"I am yours, say it!" He commanded with another thrust.
I jerked and whispered the words. "I am yours."
I barely had any strength left in me as tears mixed with sweat ran down my cheeks.
"Louder!" He commanded still, thrusting harder with his hand now on my throat lightly.
He wasn't choking, just gripping me enough to make my pulse race under his palm.
"I am yours!" I cried out with the last strength in me as another wave built up as the pleasure matched the ache from his grips and smacks.
I came again, shaking violently as my nails dug into his back deep enough to draw blood.
My vision blurred as everything around me came together into many white lines.
He pulled out suddenly, letting me drop to the floor and stroking himself fast a few times.
He then spilled on my face, pouring hot spurs on my face, marking my skin as he groaned.
I picked up the first thing my hand touched and wiped my face clean.
He walked around the room a bit as I slumped onto the edge of the bed, trying as hard as I could to get any ounce of energy.
But like an enraged animal, he returned, pulling me up and flipping me onto the bed with my tummy down.
"Ass up!” He ordered and I obeyed weakly, pulling my knees under me slowly and burying my face in the sheets.
He positioned himself behind me, smacking my ass, left, right, and repeatedly, reddening the skin further.
The heat from earlier flared back to life with each heavy slam.
"Count them after me,” he muttered.
I didn't respond and after a few minutes, he barked again. “I said count them!”
"One..." I called out after a smack with a shaky voice.
It was followed by a harder smack.
"Two."
And he went to ten, increasing the force with each spank as tears had started streaming down by five.
And by eight? I was dripping wet again with my body confused but still craving.
"Ten," I gasped out at the last smack, barely holding myself up at this point.
My voice was messed up, my ass hurt, but my core teased for more.
"Good girl,” he muttered and like he knew, he entered into me again from behind.
He struck deeper still, hitting that spot with every thrust like he knew my body better than I did.
He began teasing the pace, punishing with the excruciatingly slow pace, drawing out with torture.
"Please—faster," I begged, leaning down further to push up as I needed that release again.
"No,” he deadpanned and held my hips still with his iron grip.
He kept thrusting deep but agonizingly slow, building the tension till I was sobbing for it.
"You take what I give and when I give you," he whispered as he leaned closer.
The pleasure was torturing, building up painfully in my belly.
I was close but not tipping over just yet. Every slow slide in and out was a sweet agony that had me begging for more.
"Please, Daddy—let me cum,” I muttered against the sheets.
Finally, he sped up, going harder and faster in seconds. He slammed into me with fury again as the bed creaked under the force.
The orgasm wasn't far any longer, bursting through me as I screamed his name.
My body convulsed and my vision went white and spotty.
He pulled out at the last second and spilled on my back, marking me one more time.
I collapsed flat on the bed, panting and literally gasping for air.
My body was spent and felt sore, every muscle ached from the strain, the smacks, and the relentless pace.
He leaned on me towards my ears and whispered. "Don't you ever forget your lesson.”
I nodded weakly as much as I could as my eyes felt heavy. "I won't."
I was fading to sleep slowly and I was just there when I felt his weight leaving my body.
I adjusted just in time to find him pulling on his shorts and shirt and walking out without another word.
“Dante—”
I tried calling after him but he'd already gone and I had no strength in me to push harder.
And just like that, I was left alone, feeling small and used again.