Chapter 20 Steamy punishment 2
Chapter 20: Steamy punishment 2
Milo pov
My vision exploded in white as I drove home into his hot cavern.
He screamed out in pain, thrashing beneath me, but my hard grip on his waist held him in place.
I struggled to even my breathing, at the same time, fighting a chaotic war with my wolf, dax on my head to not take control. I could feel his hole stretching to the limit to accommodate my big length, but that was not the least of my concern.
This was a punishment. His own personal hell. And I plan to make sure he suffers for his sins.
I ached my hips, my muscles tensed and bulged in struggle, as I pulled out, my tip poking his pink hungry hole, before with one powerful thrust, I sank in.
Another scream filled with pain louder than the first echoed throughout my chamber.
“Don't scream”
I barely had a second to brace myself. Before, I felt myself being torn into two.
He pushed in with a brutal and fierce force, not at all giving me a chance to prepare. My vision blurred, and my fingers curled into the mattress beneath me.
A loud scream tore through my throat, as unimaginable pain exploded on my body, coming from my lower back, that felt like it was set on fire.
My lips parted with a cry that died in the air, swallowed by the overwhelming stretch, the burn, the feeling of being filled so deep I could hardly think.
I felt stretched, not filled to the max, as he impaled me with his monster cock. I had known it would be painful, but I was not prepared for this type of pain, that clawed it way like ants all over my body.
My body felt like it was breaking apart, the master's large cock was tearing me apart, as he continued to slam into me like a wild beast. His rhythmic movement never stopped for a bit.
He patted my head, holding a fistful as he pulled back, thrusting in a different angle. Even deeper in such a way I couldn't feel my legs any longer. I gasped as his pelvis slammed into mine, his hard grip on my hips tightening even harder, I knew it would leave a mark.
“You feel that?” He growled. “That’s how it’s supposed to feel when I own your body.”
I couldn’t think straight to respond, as all my veins and nerves were all aflame with heat of raw pain and a tint of something else…
Something I felt was building gradually at the pit of my stomach. A loud yelp escaped my lips, as a hard sound rebounded in my ears.
He had spanked my already throbbing ass.
“tell me that you liked to be fucked like a whore. Tell me you like how I ruined, I made you” He questioned in a low dangerous tone.
I sobbed loudly, tears simmering behind my sockets. “i…I like it, master.
Shame threatened to consume me, as he continued to thrust in further, filling me up entirely as I threw my head back. My hand was flying to my cock that was practically begging for attention.
“Don't touch yourself” the command came as a shock to me, my hand hovered in the air near my penis.
“You are not allowed to touch yourself, not until I say soo” His cold voice ended with finality, and before I knew it, my hands were bound together behind my back. “Traitors are not supposed to cum…”
He trailed, before hell was unleashed inside my ass.
There were no slow strokes. No tenderness. Just the sharp, relentless rhythm of his hips slamming against mine, the sound of skin against skin echoing in the heavy, humid air of his chamber. Every thrust sent my body jolting up like I was being shocked with thousand volts of electricity. My eyes rolled above my head, my legs trembling with the effort to stay spread wide, exactly how he wanted me.
“Look at you,” the master growled, his hot breath ghosting over my neck, his voice laced with a twisted combination of praise and taunts. “You’re cock-drunk and needy. You are meant to be fucked like a useless little thing you are. aren’t you? Say it.”
I could barely make out what was happening around me. My brain was going through several phases of shock, numbness and rebooting. I tried to speak but only incoherent words tumbled out. “Plea… Please let me…”
Something was building inside me, it continued to grow exponentially, I laid still beneath him. Enduring the humiliation, shame, pain, and suffering, as pounded into me like a beast. Tears mixed with sweat blinded my vision, as he broke me open in more ways than I could think off.
His hips moved, and I let out a loud scream, but this time it wasn't pure pain that slammed inside me. A mixture of pleasure was in between, and, following his fast pace, I began to move my ass a little to catch the little pleasure. The sound of his skin slapping against my skin filled the chamber like a crude symphony, and I couldn’t stop myself from moaning, as he hit me in a particular spot, I saw stars.
“Fuck”
A strange new pleasure and addicting sensation of being pounded continued to become distinct, more than the pain. My mind threatened to explode from the infusion of different sensation that was running through my body.
“Yes daddy, fuck me daddy” my moans filled the chamber, but I was too gone to care that I was screaming amd urging for him to wreck me even the more.
But suddenly he pulled out, eliciting a strangled whimper from me.
“Please….” I didn’t know what I was apologizing for but I knew that I needed to feel that addictive pleasure again. The type that made you want to fly to the stars.
I felt his strong hands lift me up. My trembling legs, unable to carry my weight, gave out but he was fast to catch me, I fell limb, his strong arms my only save from falling head first to the ground.
“I will show you the consequences of going against the mafia king. The controller of all the underground powers in this world.”