Then, suddenly, he pulled out, I whimpered at the loss, body still shaking from the aftershocks. His hands left my thighs. Before I could catch my breath, he flipped me over onto my stomach with effortless strength.
My face pressed into the mattress, my messy red hair clinging to my sweat-damp cheeks and forehead as I panted heavily, my chest heaving, and my wrists still chained above my head.
SPANK!
"FUCK!!!"
The sharp crack of his palm against my ass echoed through the room, stinging hot across my skin. He ignored my choked moan completely. His hands gripped my waist harder, yanking my hips up higher until my face was buried deep into the mattress, muffling every sound I made. Then he slammed back inside.
His pace turned savage in this new position. It gave him perfect leverage, every brutal thrust drove straight to the deepest part of me, hitting spots that made my vision flash white.
My body rocked forward with each impact, chains rattling, wrists straining uselessly against the cuffs.
My hands had been clenched into tight fists since he started fucking me, nails biting so hard into my palms they must have turned green by now, maybe even drawn blood. But he didn't give a single fuck about my condition. He just kept going, using me like I was made for this.
Then I felt it, his grip on my waist tightened to the point of pain, fingers digging bruises into my flesh. His rhythm grew even more punishing, kicking every last breath from my lungs. I bit down hard on my lower lip, trying desperately to trap the moans clawing up my throat.
I didn't want him to know, didn't want to give him the satisfaction of hearing how much I was loving this, how much my body craved every punishing stroke.
His cock swelled inside me, thickening, stretching my walls even tighter as it pulsed against every sensitive inch. Fuck, it's coming. I'm coming.
In the following moment, he thrust impossibly deep, burying himself to the hilt. Then it hit, one thick, hot rope of cum flooded my insides, painting my insides white. Followed by another another and another. That sudden heat and intense pressure, the feeling of him filling me so completely tipped me over the edge again.
I came hard, my pussy spasming and milking him as waves of blinding pleasure crashed through me.
Two orgasms in a row, back-to-back in one single round. It felt fucking unreal, too good, my whole body shaking uncontrollably, thighs trembling, core clenching around him like it never wanted to let go.
I was wrecked. Exhausted. My waist stayed elevated only because his strong hands still held me up; otherwise, I would've collapsed flat. He stayed buried inside me, still hard and pulsing faintly, like he was deliberately keeping every drop of his seed trapped deep.
But I could already feel it, warm, thick trickles leaking out around his cock, sliding down my inner thighs in slow, sticky trails.
"Eva, ready for round two?"
Huh? What the fuck? Round two?
I couldn't see his face from this angle, my face was still half-buried in the mattress, but I knew he wasn't joking.
That thick length was still rock-hard inside me, throbbing faintly, showing no sign of softening after everything.
"N-no."
My voice came out soft, exhausted. It didn't take him even a second to respond.
"Oh. So let's continue."
He shifted his hips, pulling out slowly, each inch dragging along my oversensitive walls. Fuck no. If he kept going like this, it wouldn't take long before I broke completely, before I started moaning his name nonstop, begging, losing every last shred of pride. And once that happened...
I could already picture how much power he'd hold over me after. How much he'd boss me around and tease me. I had to stop him.
Ugh! I didn't want to say it. I really didn't. But it felt like the only card I had left to play.
"Please, Daniel...? I need rest. Didn't you say we're married? Can't you listen to your wife's little request?"
Kill me. Right now. Ahhhh!!!
The words tasted like acid on my tongue, so embarrassing, so humiliating. Why the hell did I think that was a good idea? It would've been less mortifying to just let him fuck me into oblivion again.
Shame burned through me like wildfire. He was definitely going to mock me now, lord it over me, and act even more superior. I braced myself for the laughter.
"Fine."
His voice was calm. He pulled out completely in one smooth motion. A thick rush of his warm seed immediately leaked out, sliding down my thighs in slow, sticky trails. His hands left my waist.
My hips dropped limply to the mattress, I had zero strength left to hold that arched position. I just collapsed flat, chest heaving, lungs burning for oxygen as aftershocks still rippled through me.
"Since it's my wife's request,"
He continued.
"I'll stop for tonight. However, don't think this will work every time. Rest now."
His words echoed in my foggy head, sinking in slowly. Sleep was already dragging at me, heavy and insistent. How was I this weak already? I'd been unconscious for two whole days, shouldn't I have more energy? But my body didn't care. It was shutting down whether I liked it or not.
I didn't turn my head to look at him. I just listened to the faint click of his belt fastening. He was getting dressed up and then I heard the soft creak of the door opening and closing.
He was gone, and I let out a long, trembling breath of pure relief.
The mattress beneath me was soaked with sweat, cum and my own arousal, clammy and uncomfortable against my overheated skin. But I couldn't move. Not even an inch.
My eyelids grew impossibly heavy. Before I could fight it, and I could even register how vulnerable I still was, chained, naked, and alone, sleep crashed over me like a wave. My eyes fluttered shut as I slept again.