Chapter 2: Submission
Ed moved between her thighs. He drew his hard cock between her dripping wet folds with a groan. "Such a perfect little pussy for me to fuck." He notched himself at her entrance. "Spread your legs. It's time to mate."
Rachel moaned as a shiver of heat filtered through her. Ed leaned over her, covering her body with his. His entire chest covered her back with delicious warmth. He pinned her wrists down above her head. His body caged her, pinning her to the bed.
He thrust in hard, and she gasped. He filled her completely. He pulled back out and slammed back in over and over again, and she cried out as pleasure flooded her body.
"You love this don't you?" Ed whispered into her hair.
"Oh, yes! I fucking love this." She moaned.
He pistoned into her with a growl. "You're a slutty little kitten for me, aren't you?"
"Yes!" A ragged cry escaped her as he hit a spot deep inside her that made her scream.
He hit it again and again with unerring accuracy, wrenching the breath from her lungs. She screamed her pleasure, writhing under him. Pinned down as she was, there was nothing for her to do but to take the pleasure and scream.
"Say you belong to me," Ed demanded, his voice a low growl in her ear, his cock pounding into her with brutal force. Rachel's body was aflame, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her hips lifting to meet his every thrust. She opened her mouth to speak, to give him the words he craved, when suddenly, she felt his teeth sink into the soft flesh of her neck. The bite was sharp, though he didn't break the skin. It was a sharp hold that sent a jolt of pain and pleasure coursing through her veins. Rachel gasped, her body tensing, her mind reeling at the sudden, primal domination. The innate dominance of his hold on her.
Ed shifted his hands, pinning both of hers down in one while the other slid to her throat. Not choking, but staking ownership. His thrusts slowed, until he was moving inside her with aching slowness. He rubbed against every sensitve spot inside her.
"You're mine now, Rachel," he growled, his voice low and fierce. "Mine to take, mine to claim, mine to fuck." The raw, primal words sent a fresh wave of desire coursing through her veins, her body arching against his, her hips lifting in a silent plea for more.
"I want to hear you scream my name. Beg me, Rachel. Tell me you want it."
She arched her back, pressing her hips against his, desperate for more. "Please, Ed," she whispered, her voice a desperate, breathless plea. "I want it. I want come on your cock. Please, take me. Fuck me, Ed. Claim me."
Ed growled, his grip on her wrists tightening, his body tensing. "That's my good little slut," he praised, his voice thick with lust and satisfaction. "Begging for my cock, begging for me to fuck you senseless. I fucking love it." He thrust forward, his cock sliding deep into her pussy, filling her completely.
"You're my dirty little slut, aren't you?" he growled, his voice a low, filthy whisper in her ear. "You love my cock fucking you, don't you? You love feeling me fill you up, stretch you out."
Rachel's body shuddered with each word, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her hips bucking to meet his slow thrusts, trying in vain to urge him to go faster. She was drowning in pleasure, her mind a swirling maelstrom of sensation and need. "Yes, Ed," she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper. "I love it. I love you fucking me."
"Then say it," he demanded, his voice a low hiss. "Say you're my slut."
Ed's demand sent a fresh wave of desire coursing through her, her body arching against his, desperate to comply. "I'm your slut, Ed," she gasped, her voice thick with desire and desperation. "I'm your dirty little slut. I want you to fuck me hard, Ed. I want to be your little fuck kitten."
Ed growled, his body tensing as her words sent a shockwave of pleasure through him. He picked up his pace, fucking her harder and faster.
He drove into her with relentless force, their bodies slapping together in a wet rhythm that echoed through the dim room. Sweat slicked their skin, mingling with the scent of sex and arousal. Rachel felt the coil inside her tightening impossibly, pleasure building like a storm surge, each deep thrust from Ed pushing her closer to the precipice.
"That's it, my beautiful slut," Ed growled, his voice rough with exertion, his hand still gripping her throat possessively, a constant reminder of his control. "You feel that? You're gonna fucking shatter on my cock." His hips pistoned, the thick length of him stretching her deliciously, hitting that deep spot again and again, friction building to an unbearable peak. Her moans turned into sharp cries, her body tensing, every muscle coiling as the orgasm gathered, ready to explode through her. "Ed... I'm... I'm gonna..." she choked out, her vision blurring at the edges, the pressure immense and glorious.
Suddenly, he pulled out completely with a slick, wet sound. The sudden emptiness was shocking, a physical ache that ripped a desperate, wounded sound from Rachel's throat. Her climax, so imminent, stalled brutally, leaving her trembling on the edge, her pussy clenching around nothingness, pulsating with unfulfilled need. "No! Please, Ed! Fuck, please, I need it!" she sobbed, her bound hands twisting uselessly, her hips bucking wildly, seeking the friction, the fullness, the release. "God, please, make me cum! I need to cum so bad!" Tears of sheer, exquisite frustration pricked her eyes as the denied orgasm throbbed painfully within her core. She felt raw, exposed, her entire being screaming for completion.
Ed moved with surprising speed and strength, flipping her onto her back in one smooth motion. Before she could protest further, his mouth was on hers, swallowing her whimpers in a deep, possessive kiss. His lips were hot, his tongue demanding, a stark contrast to the cool air on her wet, exposed sex. "Shhh, kitten," he murmured against her mouth, his voice low and soothing now, though still thick with his own unsated desire. His hand smoothed her sweat-dampened hair back from her forehead. "I've got you. I'm going to take care of you. I promise. But I need to see you." His dark eyes burned into hers, intense and unwavering. "I need to watch your face when you finally break for me. I need to see every fucking ripple of pleasure I give you." She moaned, desperate, thrashing beneath him.
He positioned himself between her thighs, the head of his cock pressing insistently against her slick opening. Rachel held her breath, her entire body quivering with anticipation, her gaze locked with his. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he pushed into her. Inch by excruciating inch, he filled her, the stretch intense, the friction maddening. He seated himself fully with a low groan, his eyes never leaving hers, watching her reaction. Her lips parted on a sharp gasp, her head pressing back into the mattress. "Fuck," she breathed, the sensation overwhelming after the abrupt withdrawal. He didn't move. They were joined, fully, intimately, his cock buried deep within her pulsing heat. The silence stretched, filled only by their ragged breathing and the faint hum of the party beyond the door. The anticipation was torture, a sweet, unbearable agony. He stayed locked inside her, unmoving, letting her feel every ridge, every throb of his cock, letting the desperate need rebuild from the ashes of its denial.
Then, he moved. Not with the hard, driving force of before, but with a deliberate, grinding slowness. He withdrew almost completely, leaving just the swollen head inside her trembling entrance, then slid back in with that same torturous pace, dragging every nerve ending along his length. Over and over. Rachel whimpered, her hips trying to lift, to force a faster rhythm, but his hands clamped down on her hips, pinning her, forcing her to endure the exquisite torment. "Ed!" she cried, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. "Please... I can't... it's too much..." She felt shattered, suspended in a state of perpetual, desperate need. Her orgasm, stalled earlier, simmered just beneath the surface, held back by the sheer, frustrating pace. She saw the strain on his face too, the corded muscles in his neck, the sweat beading on his forehead, his jaw clenched. He was holding himself back, riding the same razor's edge. "Neither can I, Rachel," he rasped, his voice tight. "Neither... fucking... can..."
His hand slid down her belly, fingers parting her slick folds unerringly until his thumb found her swollen, hyper-sensitive clit. The contact was electric, a jolt that arched her spine off the bed. He pressed the pad of his thumb hard against the little nub, rubbing in tight circles, the pressure perfect, relentless. Simultaneously, the slow, deep grind of his cock inside her continued, each inward stroke now amplified by the direct stimulation. "Look at me," he commanded, his voice ragged. Rachel forced her eyes open, meeting his burning gaze. The combination – the slow, deep penetration, the rough, insistent pressure on her clit, the raw intimacy of his eyes holding hers – was too much. The dam inside her burst.
Her orgasm crashed over her with terrifying force. A raw, guttural scream tore from her throat as her body convulsed. Her pussy clenched violently around his cock in rhythmic spasms, milking him, pulling him deeper. She saw the moment his control snapped. His eyes widened, then slammed shut as his own release roared through him. "FUCK!" he bellowed, his hips slamming forward one final time as he buried himself to the hilt. She felt the hot, thick pulse of his cum flooding into her, triggering another, even stronger wave of her own climax. Her body seized, every muscle locking, her scream cutting off into a silent gasp as pure, blinding ecstasy consumed her.
But it didn't stop. As the initial violent peak subsided, his thumb kept circling her clit, relentless. His cock, still hard and thick inside her, began to move again, shallow, grinding thrusts that rubbed against her oversensitized walls. Rachel's body shuddered, a fresh wave of pleasure, sharp and shocking, ripped through her core. "Ohgodohgodohgod!" she chanted, her voice breaking. She felt him swell and pulse inside her again, another hot jet of his release joining the first as he groaned, "Christ, you greedy slut... take it!" He fucked her through this second orgasm, her body spasming, still clenching around him, drawing another ragged groan from deep in his chest. He slowed but didn't stop, his thumb a constant, maddening pressure, his cock moving in shallow pumps, keeping her hovering on the edge.
A third climax built, slower this time, a deep, rolling wave rather than a sharp crash. Ed matched it, his thrusts becoming deeper again, his breath hot against her neck. "That's my good girl," he rasped, watching her face contort with pleasure-pain. "Cum for me again. Give it all to me." He thrust hard, grinding deep, and she shattered once more, a long, low moan escaping her as her body trembled uncontrollably. He came with her, a final, powerful pulse deep inside her warmth, his body shuddering against hers. Still, his thumb worked her clit. Still, he moved inside her, his cock miraculously hard, keeping her teetering on the precipice, the aftershocks blending into a continuous, low thrum of sensation. Rachel was beyond words, reduced to whimpers and choked sobs of overwhelming pleasure, completely at his mercy, lost in the relentless tide he commanded.
He shifted his weight, bracing himself on one elbow, his other hand still busy between her legs. His cock slid out slightly, then plunged back in with a firm stroke designed purely to push her over once more. "One more, kitten," he demanded, his voice thick and dark. "Give me one more big one. For me." His fingers found a punishing rhythm on her clit, pinching and rubbing simultaneously. His cock pistoned inside her now, hard and fast, ignoring her oversensitivity, forcing the pleasure to build despite her exhaustion. Rachel's body, already wrung out, responded helplessly. The orgasm hit her like a physical blow, fierce and primal. She screamed, her back arching violently off the bed, her pussy clamping down on his cock in a vice-like grip that milked another powerful spurt of cum from him. He roared, burying himself deep as she convulsed beneath him, the intensity white-hot, consuming. He held himself there, buried to the hilt, as the violent tremors racked her body, his thumb finally stilling, resting possessively on her spent clit. He watched her face, her eyes wide and unseeing, her mouth open in a silent scream, until the final shudder passed through her and her body went utterly limp, completely spent, a fine tremor the only movement. Only then, with a low groan of utter satisfaction, did Ed finally, mercifully, still. He collapsed atop her, holding her down with his weight like a blanket, both breathing raggedly in the sudden, profound quiet.