Ransom

•• Chapter 19 ••

Despite the Slave label, Ransom doesn't fuck me for his pleasure. He pushes his cock deeper and deeper into my virgin hole very slowly, then proceeds to fuck me, in and out, with utter patience for my 'condition'.

For a long time, he stays slow.

It's honestly tender and I feel my once tense muscles, now relax as Ransom stretches me out perfectly.

Ransom confuses me. 

I deserved nothing as a Slave Wife. I would and could only exist for pleasure, in his eyes. Hence I was never allowed to address him by his first name.

But why was Emmett so gentle now?

And did he really murder his last Slave? Choked too tight?

The only thing being choked right now is Ransom's cock as my pussy squeezes over his shaft, each time he pulls out, I feel my body try to suck him back in.

It's everything I wanted sex to feel like - but I also had a burning awareness over my naked body.

Five Dominants watch me get fucked for the first time in this Gentlemen's Club. They watch me go from tense to in rhythm with my squeezing muscles. My breathing keeps ending in little moans.

Ransom seems content in leaving me with complete silence. 

So, all I can really hear is the slow slaps of him driving in, reversing out and parking again. Argh. His car. 

Anyway-

Now my pussy was being taken, quivering around his lengthy cock.

Oh, each timed thrust is building my core pleasure.

Each stroke is heaven.

Everything stretches, accommodates and then simply squeezes, tighter, tighter and tighter.

Ransom halts deep inside, circles his hips, testing his progress.

I don't know what he's doing now, but I can feel his dick exploring my insides - exploring the space to - 

BANG.

"YIKES!"

I scream when Ransom pulls out a short bit and slams back in, rough, then pulls out and BANG AGAIN; fucking shit balls. 

He's thrusting increases to a brutal pace. 

I'm closing my eyes from humiliation now, because the other Dominants chuckle after I've yelped out a strange word to describe the experience; yep; yikes.

"N-no... nah-ah... no," I keep trying to make sense of it, but then Ransom pulls out midway and slams back in harder. More pain then pleasure for a moment in time, "N-no, fuck, no, I can't - "

"One more word and you'll get branded tonight, so breathe - breathe for me, Cherry."

I try to suck in a deep breath and then I end up holding it in.

I don't know why I'm holding my lungs tense until I realise I'm focusing on Ransom's harder thrusts, building me up and up, much faster.

Ooooo, I can't speak now. I'm too afraid to make a noise from the explosion about to rock my whole middle.

I cum!

But I'm frightened by it. 

I let out a silent gasp, almost a sob as my body contracts and pulls on him.

The feeling, the power of it, the insatiable sucking - it keeps drawing out into never-ending pulses.

Ransom speeds up to keep the feeling there, it's fucking unbearable in the best way - I want him to pull out, though, because the pleasure is too much. I didn't even know this kind of feeling was possible.