I couldn't tolerate this.
But I would...
Everything about this man stifled my intelligence, the horror of him and his life a terrible consequence. Yet my pussy continued to clench, longing for his touch.
His breathing even more scattered, he eased my legs as far apart as possible. "You make me damn hard, Caroline."
"Yes... Yes, sir." I undulated my hips, rubbing back and forth until I was rewarded with a deep moan, dark and animalistic, more enticing than ever.
He slid the handle of the brush down the cleft of my ass, rolling the edge under my aching bottom. "What I want to do to you."
"Tell me," I managed, tipping my head to the side. I was losing control, no longer caring who might see us, even excited about the possibilities.
Snarling, he slipped the wood between my legs, moving the edge back and forth. "Whip that pretty pink pussy."
"Mmm..."
"Clamp that pretty pussy." Dominick tapped the bush against my pussy lips, the hint of pain forcing me to arch my back. "Pierce this pussy, the one I own."
His words sent a damning thrill through every inch, stealing my breath. "Yes." When he slipped the handle inside, pumping in and out, my muscles clamped around the invasion.
"Whip every inch of your body," he continued, his voice almost inaudible, his actions becoming more aggressive.
"Yes... sir..." I bit back another yelp, my hand finding his leg and clutching on.
"I want you marked as mine. I could keep you tied up, ready for my savage use every day and every night."
"Mmm..." I could concentrate on nothing else but the hard plunging of the implement. I was aggressively humping his leg as he fucked me, driving the wood in and out.
"Strip you of your humanity, forcing you to suck my cock whenever I wanted," he breathed, jamming the wooden piece inside.
I was so close to coming, my entire body shaking as he continued. "Oh... Oh, oh, oh..."
"Fuck that tight ass whenever." He laughed, jerking the brush away and smacking my ass several times.
I whimpered, kicking out my legs. "Please. I..."
"Please what, Caroline? What do you want?"
"I want to..." Why couldn't I even say the words?
He swatted my pussy lips then plunged the brush back inside. "You want to come."
"Yes, please." I rocked forward and backward and could tell he was struggling to hold on.
Dominick took several seconds merely breathing. Then his rhythm and the angle changed. He fisted my hair, tugging my head as he thrust the handle in and out. "Good girls get what they want. Bad girls don't have a choice." His snicker was darkly erotic, sending a shower of goosebumps over my arms and legs.
I didn't care. I couldn't think or focus as the climax roared up from my toes, pulsating along the insides of my legs before shooting into my pussy. "Oh. Yes. Yes!" I could no longer feel my legs as the single orgasm turned into an intense wave, stealing my breath and what was left of my sanity. "God..."
Dominick issued another low-slung growl before yanking the brush away from my molten heat. "Open your mouth like a good little girl."
I obeyed him, crazed with desire. As he thrust the handle into my mouth, twisting and turning, I realized what a dirty little girl I really was. He'd already begun to strip away at my humanity, igniting the kind of hunger I never knew existed. But this was all about sex, carnal and primal.
I wasn't entirely certain whether I crawled onto his lap or if he dragged me in that position, but as I placed my arms around his neck, still sucking on the brush, he seemed surprised. Very slowly he eased the implement from my mouth, running the wood under his nose before tossing it to the side. His chest rose and fell, his eyes shimmering and so focused that I could see right through to his soul.
He was a haunted man.
He crushed my mouth, thrusting his tongue inside, drinking from me as if he was dying of thirst. His fingers brushed up and down my back and I was in a beautiful place of passion, pretending that we were meant to be together. He was brutal in the kiss, our teeth gnashing together, tongues sliding back and forth. Powerful animalistic noises escaped, filling the space.
This was pure and utter sin. I rocked my body as the French kiss continued, the friction driving him wild.
Breaking the kiss, he took several breaths, a smile curling on his lip. "I need to be inside of you. To fuck you."
I slid to the edge of his knees, my fingers fumbling to free his cock. He lifted his hips long enough for me to release him. He dug his fingers into my hips as he lifted, positioning me over the tip. When he yanked, forcing the entire length of his shaft inside, I threw my head back, fighting to keep the primal scream from erupting.
Chuckling darkly, he allowed me to take control, riding him hard and fast. Every bad girl fantasy was rolled into this moment, shedding every inhibition if only for a little while. I kept my eyes pinned on his as we continued fucking, trying to understand the man hiding behind the mask.
He was an enigma, sequestered in his own darkness and damn if this wasn't so exciting, driving me to another round of utter bliss. I was so ashamed yet titillated at this brazen act. For just a little while, pretending was exactly what I needed.
The slight squeak of the seats matched the rhythm as I shifted forward and backward, my breasts jiggling up and down. My bruised ass ached with every brutal pass, my reddened skin slapping against his legs, but I didn't care. The pain was exhilarating, leaving me breathless.
"You are mine. Forever mine. Say it, Caroline. Say it. Tell me you belong to me."
The way his heated breath skipped across my face and neck was a huge turn-on, the words driving me even harder. I squeezed my pussy muscles and knew he was ready to explode. "I belong to you."
"Yes, my possession. Always." Dominick lowered his head until our lips were touching once more. "And never forget that." He shifted his hand as he forced me aloft, pressing his cock between my ass cheeks.
I clung to him, taking several deep breaths, every nerve ending standing on end.