Chapter 45 Marking Her
Caleb
“Strip for me, Elsie. Remove every piece of clothing until you are completely bare. Do it slowly, so I can watch every inch of your body come into view.”
She hesitated for only a moment before her fingers went to the hem of her shirt. She pulled it up over her head, revealing her full breasts, nipples already hardening in the cool air.
She unfastened her pants next, sliding them down her hips along with her panties, exposing the curve of her ass and the soft mound between her thighs. Naked now, she stood before me, her eyes never leaving mine, her body quivering slightly in anticipation. My cock stirred in my jeans at the sight of her body, but I kept my expression stern.
“Good girl,” I said, my tone laced with authority. “Now climb onto the bed. Lie back and open your legs for me. Show me everything.”
Elsie obeyed without a word, her movements deliberate as she rose and approached the bed. The mattress dipped under her weight as she settled onto her back, her knees bending slightly before she parted her thighs.
The position exposed her pussy, but it was not wide enough for my satisfaction. I stepped closer, 'Wider, Elsie. Splay those legs as far as they will go. I want to see your pussy completely on display.”
She complied, her thighs spreading further until her muscles strained, her feet pressing into the sheets. That was when I saw it—her pussy lips swollen and red, inflamed from what I know isn't my doing.
My anger surged like fire in my veins. Someone had fucked her, stretched her, and used her. At the same time, the sight of her wrecked hole sent a rush of blood to my cock, making it throb painfully against the confines of my pants. She was ruined, marked by others, and it ignited a possessive rage mixed with raw lust. I wanted to punish her, to reclaim every inch of her body as mine.
'Who fucked you, Elsie?' I demanded, my voice low and dangerous. 'Which of the boys had their cocks inside this sloppy pussy?”
She bit her lip, her eyes flickering with uncertainty, but she said nothing. Her silence only fueled my fury. I reached for my belt, the leather creaking as I unbuckled it slowly, pulling it free from the loops with a deliberate hiss. The heavy buckle dangled in my hand as I stepped between her spread legs. “I asked you a question. Tell me now, or this belt will remind you how to answer your owner.”
Still, she remained silent, her chest rising and falling rapidly, nipples peaking harder as if anticipating the pain. That was all the excuse I needed. I folded the belt in half, the leather taut, and brought it down sharply across her exposed pussy. The crack of impact echoed in the room, her swollen lips jiggling from the force. Elsie cried out, her hips bucking involuntarily as she writhed on the bed, a sharp mix of pain and pleasure twisting her features. Her pussy clenched visibly, and a trickle of juice began to leak from her slit, betraying how her body responded even to the punishment.
Instinctively, her thighs tried to close, seeking protection from the sting. “ No!' I barked, grabbing her knees and forcing them apart again, wider than before. The muscles in her legs trembled under my grip. “Keep them open. Wider. You cannot hide from this. You like that, don't you? The way the belt bites into your wet cunt. Now tell me—who was in your pussy? Who wrecked it like this?“
She whimpered, tears welling in her eyes, but her hips shifted subtly, grinding against the air as more arousal seeped out. I swung the belt again, this time targeting her clit directly. The leather connected with a wet smack, harder than before, sending a jolt through her entire body. Elsie screamed, her back arching off the bed as she squirted violently, clear fluid spraying across my hand and soaking the sheets beneath her. Her pussy convulsed, lips fluttering in the aftermath.
“Jacob!“ she gasped through her sobs, her voice breaking. “It was Jacob—he fucked me, Sir! And Zaza... she used a breadstick to fuck me deep, twisting it inside!”
Her confession hit me like a punch, my cock jerking hard in my pants at the filthy details. Jacob's thick shaft pounding her, Zaza degrading her with something so crude and humiliating—it painted a vivid picture of her betrayal.
Rage boiled over, but so did my desire. I flogged her pussy once more with the belt, the strike landing across her dripping folds. “Did you enjoy them using you like that, Elsie? Did his cock and that ridiculous breadstick make your slutty hole feel good?“
She hesitated again, her body still shuddering from the squirt, but I did not wait. The belt came down repeatedly now, each lash focused on her sensitive clit and lips, turning her pussy an even deeper red. She writhed wildly, unable to stop the squirting—jets of her juice erupting with every impact, drenching her thighs and my arm—the room filled with the slick sounds of her arousal and her desperate cries.
“Yes!” she finally screamed, her voice raw. “I enjoyed it, Sir! They fucked me so good—Jacob's cock stretched me wide, and Zaza made me cum with that breadstick! Oh god, please!”
Her admission snapped something inside me. How dare she take pleasure from their touch? She was mine to pleasure, mine to punish. Fury possessed me as I tossed the belt aside and unzipped my pants, freeing my rock-hard cock. It sprang out, thick and veined, pre-cum already beading at the tip from the sight of her ruined, squirting pussy. I positioned myself between her splayed legs, gripping her thighs to hold her open. Without warning, I lined up and thrust into her savagely, burying my entire length in one brutal stroke.
Elsie's pussy was loose from the abuse, walls slick and yielding as they enveloped me, but she still clenched around my shaft in shock. She wailed, her body jolting from the invasion. I did not give her time to adjust—I fucked her like a man possessed, hips slamming forward with relentless force. Each thrust hammered deep, my cockhead battering her cervix, stretching her further.
“Is what you get for enjoying his cock,” I growled, my hands digging into her hips, bruising the soft flesh. “Your pussy is mine, Elsie. Only mine to wreck.”
She came almost immediately, her walls fluttering and gripping my cock as another squirt gushed around me, soaking my balls.
“Caleb—Sir! It's too much!“ she begged, tears streaming down her face, but her hips bucked up to meet my punishing rhythm. I hammered into her ruthlessly, the bed creaking under the assault, her tits bouncing with every impact. Over and over, she orgasmed, her pussy milking me desperately, fluids squirting in rhythmic bursts that drenched us both.
But I was not done. With a growl, I pulled out, her pussy gaping and twitching in protest. I flipped her onto her stomach roughly, yanking her hips up until she was on all fours. “Ass up, Elsie.” Her knees spread wide, pussy exposed and dripping from behind. I mounted her like an animal, slamming back inside with a single, powerful thrust. The new angle let me drive even deeper, my balls slapping against her clit with each frenzied pump.
Elsie collapsed forward, her arms giving out as she buried her face in the pillow, but I hauled her back by her hair. “Beg for it,” I commanded, pounding harder, my free hand smacking her ass to match the rhythm. “Cry and tell me you can't stop cumming on my cock.”
“Please, Sir! Fuck me harder!” she sobbed, her body shaking uncontrollably, thighs quivering as yet another orgasm ripped through her. “I can't stop—I keep cumming! It hurts, but I need more! Jacob and Aiden don't compare—your cock owns me!”Her pussy clamped down like a vice, squirting backward onto my thighs, her entire form trembling in ecstasy and exhaustion.
I roared with satisfaction, my own release building as I hammered into her without mercy, claiming her completely. She was broken, submissive, and utterly mine—her cries echoing my dominance as I continued to fuck her through wave after wave of her pleasure.