Chapter 69: 69

Imogen’s pov

My breath came in shallow pants, my knees aching against the hard floor, but I didn’t dare move.

Because he was still watching me.

Blue eyes like ice, sharp and unyielding, and yet… soft in that one moment. The way his thumb traced my cheekbone, rubbing a drop of his jizz across my skin like he was painting me with his claim.

“You did so well, princess,” he murmured, his voice low and sinful. “I’m proud of you.”

The words hit harder than the orgasm I hadn’t even been given yet. No one had ever said that to me— not Perry or even anyone else.

I felt something different in me— a feeling I couldn’t name but if I should say it, it felt like pride.

Yes, pride!

Like I wasn’t just being used, like I mattered, and the way Blond said it, like my submission was a gift, had my chest aching and my pussy tightening all at once.

I should’ve felt dirty, kneeling there with his jizz dripping down my skin. Instead, I felt worshipped and owned, and like a slut  I craved for more.

“Stand up,” he ordered.

My legs wobbled, but I obeyed, the cuffs around my wrists tugging slightly as I rose. His gaze devoured me, from my cum stained face to the trembling between my thighs.

“Messy little thing,” he smirked, reaching over to grab a napkin from the bar, but instead of wiping me clean, he dragged it slow across my lips, making me lick the last of him off the cloth before tossing it aside.

My thighs pressed together, desperate for his touched and he took noticed.

Of course he noticed.

“You think you’ve earned your release already?” he asked, tilting his head.

I bit my lip. “…No, Sir.”

His smile was pure sin. “Good girl. You’ve pleased me tonight, princess,” he said slowly, like each word was meant to be carved into me. “Now it’s time I take you further.”

My breath caught— Further?

He let go of me and turned, his broad back cutting across the room as he walked toward the cabinet. The sound of doors opening, metal and leather clinking, sent a chill down my spine.

When he came back, my mouth went dry.

In one hand was a sleek black vibrator, already humming faintly. In the other, a thick dildo dripping with lube.

“On the bed. Face down and ass up.”

The command left no room for argument. My body moved before my mind caught up, trembling as I crawled across the sheets, the cuffs biting lightly into my wrists as I positioned myself. My chest pressed into the mattress, ass arched high, legs parted wide enough for him to see everything.

“Perfect view,” he moaned as I felt a spank on my ass.

Another spank fell on my pussy before I felt his fingers working my pussy.

“Ooh…”

I braced myself, already imagining the bliss of his tongue on my pussy, the way he’d devour me until I was begging. My clit throbbed at just the thought—

The vibrator touched me.

“Ohh—” I gasped, my hips jerking. The toy hummed against my clit, sending sparks of heat through my core, and I couldn’t stop the moan that ripped from me.

“Good girl,” he muttered, almost to himself. His hand pressed down on the small of my back, holding me in place while the vibrations teased and tortured, each pulse making my body shake.

“Sir, please—”

I didn’t even know what I was begging for— his cock, his mouth or anything.

He came closer, the vibrator humming softly as he trailed it over my thigh. My skin jumped at the first touch, and I gasped when he dragged it higher. Over my hip, grazing my pussy lips before pulling it away.

“Patience,” he reminded me, his smirk dark and cruel.

“Please, Sir,” I whispered, surprising myself.

“Good girl.”

The vibrator pressed against my pussy then right over my clit  and I nearly screamed. My back arched violently as the buzzing shot through me, my cuffs pulling hard against the sheets.

He moved it slow, circling, teasing, pulling away just as I started to climb higher.

“You’re dripping,” he said, almost amused. “Your body already begs to be broken for me.”

I whimpered, thighs shaking. “I… I can’t—”

“You can,” he cut me off, voice sharp. “And you will.”

And then…

oh God!

Instead of sliding over my drenched pussy folds, his mouth went lower.

“Wait—” I gasped, eyes wide even though all I saw was the sheets. “Oh my God…”

His tongue was on my ass.

Hot and demanding.

He was tongue fucking my ass!

My whole body jolted, heat flooding me in a way I’d never known.

“S-Sir!” I gasped, my face flaming as he licked deeper, swirling, devouring like it was his favorite meal.

The vibrator still worked my clit, my body caught between two impossible sensations.

Shame warred with pleasure, but pleasure won.

“Fuck— oh my God—” I moaned, throwing my body helplessly into the sheets.

He growled against me, the sound vibrating straight into my pussy. His hands gripped my ass cheeks, spreading me wider as his tongue kept fucking into me while the vibrator worked my clit mercilessly.

The dual assault made my legs to tremble and my vision to blur.

I thought I’d fall apart right there, but then he pulled back just enough to speak, his voice dark and soaked in hunger.

“You didn’t expect that, did you, princess?”

“N-no, Sir,” I whimpered, my face buried in the sheets. “It feels… oh God… it feels so good.”

“Good,” he rasped, before diving back in.

I lost all sense of time.

The slick slide of his tongue, the relentless buzz of the toy, it was too much. Every nerve in my body was lit up, every part of me begging for release. I was seconds away, so close—

And then he stopped.

The vibrator pulled away and his mouth left me as the sudden absence was torture, leaving me trembling and empty.

I cried out, raw and frustrated. “No! Sir, please, I was so close—”

A sharp slap landed on my ass, the sting making me yelp.

“Patience,” he warned.

I whimpered into the sheets, my body burning, my pussy dripping, my ass still tingling from his tongue.

My mind screamed for more, for anything.

“Ass up higher, princess.” His voice was low, commanding, but there was hunger beneath it that made me shiver.

I obeyed, arching until I felt completely exposed, my ass cheeks spread, my pussy still swollen and dripping.

A cool wetness touched me next— his fingers, covered with lube, circling the tight ring of my ass.

“Sir…” My voice cracked, unsure if I was pleading for more or begging him to stop.

He chuckled darkly. “Relax. You’ve taken me here before… but tonight, you’re going to learn more.”

His finger pressed in, slow and unrelenting, and my breath hitched. The stretch was sharp at first, then pleasing, a wave of heat spreading as his knuckle pushed past.

“Ahh—fuck—”

“Breathe, princess.” He kissed the small of my back, deceptively soft while his finger worked in and out of me. “Good girl… already opening up for me.”

The praise had my pussy clenching, dripping onto the sheets.

Then I heard it, another sound. The vibrator buzzing back to life.

“Spread your legs wider.”

I whimpered but obeyed, my knees sinking into the mattress. The hum grew louder until it pressed back to my clit.

“Sir! Ohh God…” My scream tore out as pleasure slammed through me. The vibrator on my pussy, his finger in my ass… I was losing control.

The finger slipped out, replaced by something firmer and longer.

I gasped. “Is that—?”

He didn’t answer.

The lubed tip of the dildo pressed against me, slick and insistent. He teased, circling, not pushing in yet, while the vibrator tortured my clit.

“Sir, please—”

“Not begging, princess. Not yet.” His tone was sharp. “But you will.”

My hips shook, trying to push back, but his hand held me still. The dildo slid just inside, stretching me, as the sensation burned and overwhelming but delicious.

“Ohhh… fuck… it’s so—” I couldn’t even finish. My pussy throbbed around nothing, dripping onto the sheets.

“Good girl,” he growled. “Now… let me make you greedy.”

The vibrator pressed harder on my clit as he pushed the dildo deeper into my ass, slow and merciless. My screams filled the room, my body caught between unbearable stretch and shattering pleasure.

I thought I’d lose my mind.

And then he pulled the vibrator away.

“No! Sir, please!” My cry was desperate, needy. My pussy ached so violently it hurt.

I heard him laugh, low and dark, the sound vibrating straight through me.

And then… his cock.

The thick, blunt head replaced the toy, sliding over my dripping pussy folds, teasing but not entering.

“Sir— oh God, yes— please!”

He slammed into me in one hard push.

“Ahhh!” I screamed, the stretch of his cock filling my pussy while the dildo filled my ass. My body jolted forward, but he held me down, forcing me to take all of it.

“Now, princess…” His breath was hot against my ear as he thrust into my cunt. “Fuck yourself with the dildo. Show me how badly you need to be filled everywhere.”

My eyes widened. “W— what?”

“You heard me.” His tone was steel, absolute. “Wrap your hand around that dildo and push it inside yourself. I want to watch you take it while I ruin your cunt.”

Shame clashed with horniness  and obedience.

“Yes, Sir,” I whispered, trembling.

He unfastened the cuffs as I grabbed the toy. My fingers wrapped around it, slick with lube and my own desperation. Slowly, I pushed it deeper into my ass, stretching myself while his cock slammed into my pussy.

“Good girl,” he groaned, his hips driving harder, faster. “Look at you. My filthy, perfect little slut stuffing both holes just for me.”

I cried out, my body caught between pain and ecstasy, my mind shattering with every thrust.

“Sir— fuck— too much—”

“No,” he growled, fucking me harder. “It’s never too much. You’ll take everything I give you and you’ll beg me for more.”

And I knew he was right.

Because even as tears pricked my eyes, even as my body trembled on the edge, my heart screamed for him.

My voice cracked. “I can’t—”

His hand fisted in my hair again, yanking my head back so hard tears slipped down my cheeks. His mouth came close, his breath harsh in my ear.

“You can. You will.” His tone was pure dominance, vibrating through me. “You don’t decide when to break, princess. I do.”

“Oh God,” I whimpered, “it’s—ahh—it’s too much!”

He growled, low and dark. “Too much?” His hips snapped forward, burying his cock deep, his balls slapping against me as I cried out. “That’s the point. I want you ruined. I want you mine everywhere. No man will ever touch you like this.”

And God help me, he was right.

The pressure built, a storm gathering low in my stomach, spreading fire through every vein. My body shook violently, caught between his cock and the toy, the burn and the bliss blending until I couldn’t tell them apart.

“Sir… please!” I screamed, desperate. “I’m going to—”

He slammed into me harder, making the dildo slip deeper, letting me sob with the fullness.

“No, princess. Not until I say.” His voice was a whip, sharp and brutal. “If you cum without permission, I’ll tie you to this bed and fuck you until sunrise.”

Tears slid down my cheeks. My body convulsed. My clit throbbed painfully, begging for release.

“I can’t hold it!” I sobbed.

“Yes, you can,” he snarled, biting the side of my neck. “You’ll learn. Your body belongs to me now. Every orgasm you have, every single one is mine to give or take.”

I was shaking so hard, the sheets twisted under my knees. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. All I could do was obey.

“Say it,” he commanded, fucking me deeper, each thrust brutal. “Say who you belong to.”

“You—fuck… Sir, I belong to you!”

His cock twitched inside me, a sound leaving his throat like a growl of possession.

“Good girl. Now beg.”

“Please, Sir please let me cum… ” My voice cracked, raw and desperate. “I need it…”

For a heartbeat, silence.

Then his voice dropped, low and final.

“Cum for me.”

The words detonated inside me.

My body broke apart, my orgasm ripping through me like lightning. My pussy clamped around his cock as my ass clenched around the toy.

My whole body convulsing as a scream tore from my throat.

“Yesss Sir! Oh fuck!”

It was violent, every nerve in my body lit up as he fucked me through it. He didn’t stop, didn’t slow down rather he drove me higher and harder until I was sobbing and drowning in pleasure that wouldn’t end.

Tears streaked my face, my voice hoarse from screaming, my body collapsing against the sheets as the waves kept coming.

When it finally eased, I was trembling, wrecked, my thighs sticky and sore.

Blond leaned over me, his cock still buried inside me, his voice a growl against my ear.

“That,” he whispered, “was only the beginning.”