Julian felt a surge of power, his cock swelling even more as she admitted her pleasure. He knew he had her and that she was his for the taking.
With a victorious smirk, he thrusted into her with a ferocity that had her nails digging into his back. Julian didn’t care about the pain, all he knew was the intense pleasure that surged through him with each stroke.
“You’re so tight,” he moaned as his hips moved like a piston as he claimed her over and over again. “So wet, so perfect.”
Emma’s eyes rolled back in her head as she moaned, “Fuck me harder,” the words spilling from her lips like a desperate mantra.
Julian’s strokes grew harder and faster. His passion uncontrolled as he lost himself in the feel of her around him. Her pussy clamped down, her muscles spasming as she approached another climax.
He leaned down, his breath hot against her ear, and whispered, “Are you about to cum for me, Emma?”
Her breath hitched in her throat, and she nodded, unable to form any words. Julian’s smirk grew wider as he slapped her cheek gently.
The slap was unexpected. “What did I tell you?” he said, his voice low and rough. “You don’t cum without my permission.”
Emma’s eyes snapped to his with a mix of surprise and excitement flickering within the depths.
“Y-yes, my lord,” she panted, her chest heaving with the effort of holding back her orgasm.
Julian slapped her again, the sound echoing through the room.
“Say it,” he demanded, his voice low and commanding. “Ask for my permission to cum.”
Emma’s cheeks burned with a mix of humiliation and arousal. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet the feeling of his thick cock fucking her pussy made it impossible to deny the dark arousal that coursed through her body.
She bit her bottom lip, her voice trembling as she whispered, “Please, my lord, may I cum?”
Julian’s smirk grew even more predatory as he slapped her again, this time with enough force to make her eyes water.
“Yes,” he hissed, “Cum for me, Emma. Show me how much you need this.”
With those words, he fucked her with a ferocity that left her breathless and her body shaking in mixture of pain and pleasure. Her eyes rolled back, her body arching off the bed and her orgasm crashed over her.
She screamed out his name, “Ahhh.. yesss .. Julian”
Julian grabbed her hips, his grip bruising as he pulled her onto him, driving deeper into her pussy.
“Ahh, yes,”. “You’re so deep, my lord,” she moaned, her voice a desperate plea for more.
Julian felt a primal satisfaction in her moans. He pulled out of her, the sound of her wetness echoing through the room. Julian flipped her over onto her stomach, her ass high in the air. The sight of her there, ready and waiting for him, was almost too much to handle.
He positioned himself at her entrance once more. His cock was slick with her juices. He spanked her and asked “Who do you belong to, Emma?” he asked.
Emma’s body trembled, the sting from his spank still lingering on her skin. She knew what he wanted, the words that would solidify his dominance over her. Yet, she hesitated, the weight of their taboo actions pressing down on her.
“Answer me,” he demanded as he spanked her again, harder this time.
“I belong to you, my lord,” she finally managed to say, her voice strained with a mix of pain and pleasure.
Julian’s grip on her hips tightened, his cock nudging against her entrance as he positioned himself.
“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. Then, with one swift thrust, he claimed her again, filling her completely.
Her ass bounced with each of his strokes. The sensation of his thickness stretching her was almost unbearable.
Julian watched her, his eyes hooded with desire, as her body moved in time with his thrusts. Each slap of his hips against her ass echoed through the room. He spanked her again, the sound of skin on skin resounding through the room.
“Ahh,” Emma moaned, her body arching in response.
The sting was a painful affection, a reminder of the sexual act that was unfolding before them.
Julian leaned down as he whispered in her ear, “You like that, don’t you? You like being mine.”
Her response was a breathless murmur, “Yes, my lord.”
Julian felt his cock swell even more. Her submission was like a potent aphrodisiac. He spanked her harder this time, watching with satisfaction as her ass cheeks bounced.
Emma’s body was a whirlwind of sensation, each slap sending a jolt of pain that morphed into a wave of pleasure. She could feel the tears falling down her face, but they weren’t from pain, they were tears of pleasure. She had never felt so alive, so consumed by desire.
Julian pulled her hair as his strokes became more rough with each passing moment.
“You’re mine now, Emma,” he said, his voice thick with lust. “No one will touch you like this again, not even your husband.”
Emma felt a strange sense of relief and excitement, the thrill of being claimed by such a powerful man. Her voice was barely a whisper, but the words were clear and filled with a need that could not be denied.
“Yes, my lord,” she replied, her voice trembling with the weight of her submission. “I am only yours, you can fuck me anytime you want.”
With one final brutal thrust, Julian emptied himself inside her, his hot cum filling her to the brim. She felt the warmth spread through her. The sensation of his seed filling her was unlike anything she had ever felt before. It was as if her body had been waiting for this moment, craving the release that only he could provide.
Julian collapsed on top of her, his body heavy and satisfied. His breath was ragged in her ear, and she could feel the beating of his heart against her back.
For a moment, they lay there with their bodies entwined. The only sound in the room their mingled gasps for air.
Emma felt a warm trickle down her thigh as his cum began to spill out of her. The feeling was both humiliating and thrilling.
Julian pulled out of her gently, his cock still semi hard and glistening with their combined juices.
“Rest,” he whispered, his voice a dark promise of what was to come. “We have all night, and I plan on making the most of it.”
