Chapter 3: Climax
I thought we could talk first," Emily managed to say, her voice barely audible. Marcus raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Talk, huh? That's not what you said on the phone, Em." He took a step forward, his large frame looming over her. Emily took a step back, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew she was trapped, cornered like a frightened animal. She looked up at Marcus, his cold, calculating eyes boring into hers. She knew she had to do this, had to face her fear head-on. "Fine," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "But... slowly, okay? I've never... I mean, I'm not..." Marcus's smirk widened, a cruel twist to his lips. "Never, huh? Well, Em, there's a first time for everything." He took another step forward, forcing Emily to retreat until she felt the cold wall against her back.
His eyes dropped to her hands, now trembling at her sides. "Touch me, Em," he commanded, his voice barely above a whisper. Emily hesitated, her gaze flicking between his eyes and the bulge in his pants. She could see the outline of his cock, thick and long, straining against the denim. She swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. zyst "Emily, come on," Marcus urged, his voice dropping to a low growl. "You wanted this, remember? You invited me here." Emily took a deep breath, her gaze dropping to the floor. She knew she had to do this, had to face her fear. Slowly, she reached out, her hand shaking as she tentatively touched the bulge in Marcus's pants. She could feel the heat radiating through the denim, the hardness beneath her touch. She gasped, her eyes widening in surprise. He was rock hard, his cock throbbing against her palm.
She could feel the vein pulsing, the heat radiating through the fabric. She looked up at Marcus, his eyes burning into hers, and without a word, she sank to her knees. She could feel the cold floor beneath her, the rough carpet scratching her skin. But she barely noticed, her focus solely on the monster in front of her. She reached out, her hand trembling as she grasped the button of his jeans. She fumbled, her fingers clumsy and cold, but finally, she managed to pop it open. She could see the dark hair peeking out from the top of his boxers, the bulge straining against the fabric. She took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest, and hooked her fingers into the waistband of his jeans and boxers. She pulled them down, revealing inch after inch of tanned skin, of muscled thighs, until finally, she saw it. The monster.
That was the only way to describe it. Emily's eyes widened in shock as Marcus's cock sprang free, thick and veined, the largest she had ever seen. It was a sight to behold, and one that filled her with trepidation. She gulped, her mouth suddenly dry, as she took in the sheer size of it. She could see the vein pulsing, the head swollen and angry, leaking pre-cum. Her heart pounded in her chest, her stomach churning with a mix of fear and revulsion. How the hell was she supposed to fit that in her mouth? "I-I can't," she stammered, her voice barely audible. "It's too big." Marcus looked down at her, his lips curling into a cruel smile. "Too big, huh? That's a first," he chuckled, his voice heavy with mockery. "Come on, Em. Give it a try.
Here, let me help you." Before Emily could protest, Marcus wrapped his large hand around the base of his cock, guiding it towards her mouth. She could feel the heat radiating from it, the veins pulsing against her lips. She hesitated, her gaze flicking between his eyes and the monster in front of her. She could see the hunger in his eyes, the anticipation.
She took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest, and tentatively stuck out her tongue, licking the pre-cum off the tip of his cock. The salty taste filled her mouth, and she gagged slightly, but she pushed through, wrappping her lips around the head of his cock. She could feel it throbbing against her tongue, the veins pulsing with his heartbeat. She started to suck, her cheeks hollowing out as she took him deeper into her mouth. She could feel him hit the back of her throat, and she gagged again, but she pushed through, determined to please him. She could see his balls tightening, his abs clenching as she sucked harder, her hand moving in sync with her mouth. He moaned in pleasure, his hand fisting her hair, guiding her head as she bobbed up and down. "Fuck, Em. You're good.
Real good. But I've been waiting a while, Em. A fucking long while. You can feel it, can't you? My balls - they're full, ready to burst. It's been months since I last came. You're making me crazy, baby. Fuck, you're making me crazy.
Emily's eyes flicked between Marcus's face and his crotch, her heart pounding in her chest. He was close, she could tell. His breathing was ragged, his grip on her hair almost painful. She could feel the vein on his cock pulsing, feel the heat radiating from his skin. She knew she had to push him over the edge, had to make him come. She wanted him to come, needed him to come.
She wanted this to be over, to never have to do this again. She wanted to regain some semblance of control, of power. And the only way to do that was to make him come.
So, she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, her fingers barely able to meet as she squeezed. She started to pump, her hand moving in sync with her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock. She could feel him throbbing, could feel the vein pulsing against her palm.
"Hand me a cup," he growled, his voice tight with restraint. "I want to watch you swallow every drop."
Emily froze, her eyes widening in shock. She hadn't considered that, hadn't thought about what would happen once he came. She looked up at him, her mouth still wrapped around his cock, and saw the challenge in his eyes. He wanted her to do it, wanted her to swallow his cum.
The thought of it made her stomach churn, but she knew she had to do it. She had to make him come, had to end this. She let his cock slip out of her mouth, her jaw aching from the effort. "Four cups," she said, her voice hoarse. "You think you'll need four?" Marcus grinned, a cruel twist to his lips. "Baby, I haven't come in months. I'm gonna fill those cups, and then some." Emily took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come. She got up, her legs shaking slightly, and walked over to the kitchenette. She grabbed four glasses from the cabinet, her hands trembling as she placed them on the bedside table. She turned to face Marcus, her heart pounding in her chest. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his cock throbbing in his hand, a look of pure hunger on his face.
Emily approached him, her heart pounding in her chest. She looked at the four glasses on the bedside table, then back at Marcus. She took a deep breath, her hands trembling as she reached out and wrapped them around the base of his cock. It was hot to the touch, the veins pulsing with his heartbeat. She started to tug, her hand moving up and down in a steady rhythm. She could feel him throbbing in her hand, could feel the pre-cum leaking out of the tip. She aimed for the first glass, her heart pounding in her chest. She could do this. She had to do this. For the first time, she wanted to make him come. She wanted to see him lose control, to see him come undone at her touch. She wanted to feel powerful, to feel like she was in control. And she knew that making him come was the only way to do that.
She started to stroke him faster, her hand moving up and down his length, her thumb swirling around the head of his cock. zyst "Oh, fuck," Marcus groaned, his hips bucking as she stroked him. "You're enjoying this, aren't you, you little slut?" Emily blushed at his words, but she couldn't deny the truth. She was enjoying it. She was enjoying the power she held over him, the way his body responded to her touch.
She could feel his cock throbbing in her hand, his breath coming in ragged gasps. She knew he was close, that he was going to come. And she wanted to see it, wanted to watch as he lost control.
Suddenly, Marcus's cock pulsed in her hand, and with a grunt, he came. The first stream of cum shot out, filling up the first cup in an instant. Emily's eyes widened in shock as she watched the creamy liquid spill over the rim of the glass, dripping onto the bedside table. She had never seen so much cum before, had never imagined that a man could produce so much.
Marcus groaned, his head thrown back, as he continued to come. Stream after stream of cum shot out of his cock, filling up the second and third cups, and finally, the fourth. Emily watched in awe as he came, her hand still stroking him gently, milking every last drop from his cock.
But Marcus wasn't done yet. With a groan, he pushed her hand away and grabbed his cock with his own hand, pumping furiously as he aimed it at her. "Open your mouth, Em," he growled, his voice tight with pleasure. "Let me see you swallow it all." Emily hesitated, her eyes wide with surprise. She hadn't expected this, hadn't thought about him coming in her mouth. But she knew she had to do it, had to swallow every last drop. She opened her mouth, her tongue sticking out slightly, and Marcus aimed his cock at her, his hand moving faster and faster. The first stream of cum hit her tongue, hot and salty, and she gagged slightly, but she pushed through, swallowing it down. She could feel it sliding down her throat, coating her mouth and chin. Marcus aimed his cock at her face, his hand moving faster and faster, his hips bucking as he came.
Emily braced herself, her mouth open wide, but to her surprise, she found herself anticipating the taste, craving it even. The first stream of cum hit her tongue, hot and salty, and she moaned, the sound vibrating in her throat. It was unlike anything she had ever tasted, thick and creamy, with a hint of sweetness that caught her off guard. She swallowed, her eyes fluttering closed as she savored the taste, her body responding to the unexpected pleasure. She felt a warmth spreading through her, a hunger awakening deep within her. She wanted more, needed more. She stuck out her tongue, catching the next stream of cum, and moaned again, the sound echoing in the small room. She could feel Marcus watching her, his breathing ragged, his body tense with pleasure. She looked up at him, her eyes heavy-lidded, and saw the shock and desire in his gaze.
"Fuck, Em," he groaned, his hand still working his cock, "you're taking it like a good girl. But I want to mark you, make you mine." With that, he aimed his cock at her face, and she felt the hot spurts of cum hitting her cheeks, her forehead, her nose. She gasped, her eyes widening in surprise, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she stuck out her tongue, catching the next stream, tasting him again, reveling in the power she held over him. "More," she moaned, her eyes locked on his, "come on my tits, Marcus. Mark me." Marcus growled, his eyes darkening with lust, and aimed his cock at her chest. She watched, her breath coming in ragged gasps, as the cum hit her skin, warm and sticky, leaving trails on her breasts.
The sight of her, marked by him, only served to make him harder, his cock throbbing in his hand. "Fuck, Em," he groaned, "seeing you like this, seeing you enjoy it, it's making me crazy. The monster's got a mind of its own, baby. It wants more of you." zyst With a sudden, unexpected movement, Marcus grabbed Emily by the shoulders and threw her back onto the bed. She yelped in surprise, her body bouncing on the mattress as she landed. Before she could react, Marcus was on top of her, his heavy body pinning her down, his hands gripping her wrists and holding them above her head. "What are you doing?" she gasped, her heart pounding in her chest. "I thought we were done. I thought you were going to leave." Marcus chuckled, a low, menacing sound that sent shivers down her spine. "Done?
Baby, we're just getting started." Marcus's voice was a low growl, his eyes burning into hers. Emily struggled beneath him, her heart pounding in her chest, but it was no use. He was too strong, too heavy. She could feel his cock, hard and throbbing, pressing against her thigh. She knew what he wanted, what he planned to do. And despite her fear, despite the revulsion she felt at the thought, she knew she wouldn't stop him. She had surrendered to his desires, and now, she belonged to him. "Please," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Please, Marcus. I... I surrender." Marcus's lips curled into a cruel smile, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice soft.
He released her wrists, his hands moving to her thighs, pushing them apart. Emily whimpered, her heart pounding in her chest as she felt the head of his cock pressing against her entrance. She was wet, she realized, her body betraying her, responding to his touch. Marcus chuckled, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust into her, filling her completely. Emily cried out, her nails digging into his back as she felt him stretch her, impale her on his massive cock. He was huge, too big, and she could feel every inch of him as he moved inside her. "Fuck, Em," he groaned, his hips moving in a steady rhythm, "you're so fucking tight. This pussy is mine now, you hear me? Mine to fuck, mine to fill." Emily could only whimper in response, her body arching against his as he pounded into her.
She could feel the pressure building, her own orgasm approaching. Marcus's thrusts became more urgent, more insistent, and she knew he was close. She braced herself, her nails digging into his back, as he suddenly stiffened above her. "Fuck, Em," he groaned, his voice tight with pleasure. "I'm coming, baby. I'm gonna fill you up." And with that, he did. Emily could feel the hot spurts of cum hitting her insides, filling her completely. She cried out, her own orgasm ripping through her, her body convulsing beneath his. She could feel him pulsing inside her, his cock throbbing as he emptied himself into her. It was intense, overwhelming, and unlike anything she had ever experienced. Marcus collapsed on top of her, his body heavy and slick with sweat. He buried his face in her neck, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Fuck, Em," he panted, "I'm not done with you yet." zyst Before Emily could respond, Marcus pulled out, but to her shock and horror, his cock was still coming. Thick ropes of cum shot out, landing on her stomach, her breasts, her face. She gasped, her eyes widening in surprise and disgust. "What the fuck, Marcus?" she exclaimed, trying to wipe the cum off her face. "I thought you were done!" Marcus chuckled, a cruel sound that sent shivers down her spine. "Oh, baby, I'm far from done. The monster's got a mind of its own, remember? He grabbed her by the waist and flipped her over, so she was on her hands and knees. Emily cried out, her heart pounding in her chest as she felt his hands gripping her hips, his cock pressing against her entrance once again.
She was still reeling from the intensity of her first orgasm, her body sensitive and trembling. "Wait," she gasped, looking back at him over her shoulder. "I can't, not again already." But Marcus ignored her, his grip tightening as he thrust into her, filling her completely once more. "Fuck, Em," he groaned, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. "You're so fucking tight. I can't hold back. I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come so fucking hard." Emily braced herself, her nails digging into the sheets, as Marcus's thrusts became more urgent, more insistent. She could feel the pressure building, her own orgasm approaching once again. But before she could reach it, Marcus suddenly stiffened above her, his cock pulsing inside her. "I'm coming.
Oh, fuck, I'm coming!" Marcus roared, his face contorting with pleasure. He thrust into Emily one last time, his cock twitching and pulsing as he released inside her. But suddenly, his eyes rolled back, and he slumped forward, his full weight crashing onto Emily's back. She gasped, the air knocked out of her lungs, as Marcus's body went limp and heavy. "Marcus?" she panted, struggling to push him off. "Marcus, get off me!" But there was no response. Marcus wasout cold, his cock still twitching and spurting cum inside her, his body heavy and unmoving. Emily's eyes widened in shock and fear. What the hell had just happened? zyst "Marcus?" she whispered, her voice barely audible. She could feel his heart beating against her back, hear his ragged breathing, but he showed no sign of waking.
A slow, wicked smile spread across Emily's face as an idea began to form in her mind. She could tie him up, use him for her own pleasure. The thought sent a thrill of excitement coursing through her veins. She carefully shifted his weight off her, wincing as his softening cock slipped out of her. She crawled to the edge of the bed, her eyes scanning the room for something she could use. Her gaze landed on the tattered bedsheet, and a plan formed in her mind. She grabbed the sheet, tearing it into strips, and turned back to Marcus. He was still passed out, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. She straddled him, her hands moving quickly as she tied his wrists to the bedposts. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she worked.
She had managed to tie his wrists to the bedposts, leaving him completely at her mercy. She sat back on her heels, her eyes roaming over his naked, unconscious body. She had never seen him like this, so vulnerable, so exposed. It was a heady feeling, knowing that she had complete control over him. She reached out, her fingers barely brushing against his skin, and traced the lines of his muscles. He was solid, his body hard and sculpted from years of fighting and training. She could feel the power in him, even now, as he lay unconscious before her. She moved her hand lower, her fingers brushing against the coarse hair at the base of his cock. She could feel it, still semi-hard, still twitching slightly from the aftermath of his orgasm. She wrapped her hand around it, her fingers barely able to meet as she squeezed. She could feel the pulse of him, the life within him, even as he lay unconscious.
An idea began to form in her mind, dark and delicious. She wanted to wake him up, make him feel things he'd never felt before. She wanted to ruin him, to make him come undone at her touch. She wanted to give him a ruined orgasm. zyst Emily's fingers tightened around his cock, her grip firm and unyielding. She started to stroke him, her hand moving in a steady rhythm, her thumb swirling around the head of his cock. She could feel him hardening in her hand, his cock growing thicker, longer. She watched as his eyes fluttered open, his gaze meeting hers. "What the fuck, Em?" he growled, his voice heavy with sleep and confusion. Emily just smiled, her hand continuing to move, her grip tightening. "Shh," she whispered, her voice low and sultry. "I'm just waking you up, Marcus.
Don't you want to feel good?" Emily cooed, her hand moving faster, her grip tighter. Marcus's eyes widened in surprise, his hips bucking slightly as she stroked him. "Emily, what are you doing?" he growled, his voice laced with warning. "I told you, I'm just waking you up," she replied, her voice innocent. "But I think you're enjoying it, aren't you? Your cock certainly is." Marcus's eyes flicked down to his crotch, where Emily's hand was moving in a steady rhythm, her fingers barely able to meet as she stroked him. He could feel the pleasure building, his body responding to her touch despite his reservations. "Emily, stop," he commanded, his voice firm. "I don't think so," she replied, her voice low and sultry. "I want to make you feel good, Marcus.
Better than you've ever felt before. But I want to be in control," Emily purred, her hand still moving in a steady rhythm, her grip tight. "What do you mean, Em?" he growled, his voice laced with suspicion. "I mean, I want to give you a ruined orgasm, Marcus. I want to make you come so hard, you won't know what hit you. But I'm going to be in charge. I'm going to decide when you come, and how." Marcus's eyes flashed with anger, his body tensing. "You little bitch," he snarled, "you think you can control me? I'm the one in charge here." Emily just laughed, a low, sultry sound that sent shivers down his spine. "Not today, Marcus.
Today, I'm calling the shots." Emily's hand continued to move, her grip firm and steady, a wicked grin playing on her lips. "You think you can handle that, big boy?" Marcus's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenching as he struggled against the bonds holding him. "You think you can make me come, little girl? I've lasted longer than you can imagine." Emily just laughed, her hand moving faster, her thumb swirling around the head of his cock. "Maybe. But I'm not planning on letting you come, Marcus. Not yet." "What do you mean, not yet?" "I mean," Emily said, her voice low and sultry, "that I'm going to keep you right on the edge, until you beg me to let you come.
And even then, I might not." Marcus's eyes widened in shock and disbelief as he felt the first drops of pre-cum leaking from the tip of his cock. Emily was right, he was close, whether he liked it or not. His body was betraying him, responding to her touch despite his best efforts to resist. "You little bitch," he growled, his voice laced with anger and frustration. "You think you can do that to me? I'm not some inexperienced boy, Em. I can control myself." Emily just smiled, her hand continuing to move, her grip tight and unyielding. "I hope you can, Marcus," she purred. "Because I'm not stopping until you do." zyst And suddenly, Marcus's cock pulsed in her hand, and with a grunt, he came.
And she knew he was close, that he was going to come. But she couldn't let him, not yet. Not until she was ready. So, with a sudden, unexpected movement, she let go of his cock, running his orgasm. zyst Marcus's eyes flew open, his body tensing as he felt the sudden absence of her touch. he growled, his voice laced with frustration and anger. "Why did you stop?" Emily just smiled, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
"Too bad," she teased, "you came too soon." Marcus's eyes widened in shock and disbelief as he felt the first stream of cum shoot out of his cock, pearling in the air like a fountain before landing on his stomach and chest. he growled, his voice laced with anger and frustration. "You did this on purpose, didn't you? You wanted to see me come like this, to humiliate me." Emily just laughed, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Oh, Marcus," she purred, "you have no idea what I'm capable of. But don't worry, I'll give you another chance. I'll give you a chance to prove that you can last longer than a few minutes." She leaned down, her tongue flicking out to lick up a drop of cum from his chest. Marcus shuddered, his body still sensitive from his orgasm.
Emily, however, seemed far from done. She climbed off him, his cum glistening on her skin, and grabbed a bottle of lube from her bedside drawer. "What are you doing, Em?" Marcus asked, his voice ragged. "I thought we were done." Emily smiled, a wicked glint in her eye. "We're just getting started, Marcus. I want to see what you're really made of." She squirted a generous amount of lube onto her fingers and straddled him again, her eyes locked onto his. "What are you going to do?" he growled, his body tensing. "I'm going to make you come again," she replied, her voice low and sultry. "But this time, I'm going to use my skills to bring you to a powerful climax.