Metal in Honey

Chapter Eight

Looking on your face, I could see the subservience in you. The fear was draining from you and colour came back into your face. Red. You're blushing. Still lying on your back against the bed, your eyes darted from the ceiling, to the mask, to the still hard cock between my legs, twitching and dripping. The longer your eyes stayed on it, the more assured I felt knowing you wanted it again. And this time, I wanted you to watch.

I knelt back on the bed and grabbed you by under your thighs, bringing your knees up to your chest, squeezing them closer to you. Complete submission. You looked down on yourself, folded and held in position while your tight little holes were presented to me. Dripping and needy. You saw the thing that would fill you, inching closer. I wouldn't tease you this time. It stroked you, up and down, until it found you. Slowly, it spread you, the head and then the rest, stretching as it slid in deep. Deeper. In this position it felt as if the only thing inside you were me, filling you entirely. Pushing against your cervix and stretching you deeper.

A gasp broke free from your lips. I couldn't take it any longer. I forced it deeper into you, over and over. Harder and harder. The bed springs squealed as the headboard beat at your walls. Your hands clawed at the bed sheets wildly until deciding to hold onto your thighs pulling them closer to your chest, letting me even further inside, accepting it. Allowing each forceful thrust into you, deeper.  Pounding you into the mattress. I watched as my cock bulged inside you, in and out. I felt you tighten around me as your moans became screams. You felt it begin to throb and swell deep inside you.

It came quicker this time but no less. It struck through you, a pleasure like lightning all over your body. I felt you give in to it, you couldn't control yourself any longer, squirting over my cock as it thrust in and out, soaking the sheets. You watched it paint me, with deep breathy moans. But I didn't stop. The pleasure became too much and overstimulating. You were so sensitive, the moaning and gasps became screams again. But you pushed through it. To where it became overwhelming and aching. But I saw you begin to enjoy it. Aching with each thrust, you began to beg.

"Please."

I knew what you wanted. You wanted me to use this hole the same way I used the other. You wanted to be filled inside, for me to empty myself inside you. You wanted to be bred. To be used like a toy. My own little doll for me to use.

It felt so fucking good to be inside you. Too good. You felt it throb inside again. Different this time. You heard my heavy breaths turn to groans. It throbbed and twitched as it slide in and out slower and slower. Until I pushed it in deep, stretched you out as far as you could, pushing against your cervix. Your begs and moans receded to a gasp as you felt it. Something warm and wet hit you deep inside and spread through you. Filling you deep inside and around my cock. Seeping out between us. You felt it again and again with each pulse and groan I gave. Looking down at yourself as the bulge twitched inside you, pumping you full. You felt me slowly begin to pull out until you felt it slide in again hard. Fucking it deeper into you, slowly and deep.