Chapter 13: The Throne of Submission
The command hung like a blade. Cold stone bit into Annalise’s bare knees as she scrambled to obey, positioning herself before him on the chamber floor. Morning light streamed through the tall windows, harsh and revealing, glinting off the silver buckle he unfastened with brutal efficiency. His erection sprang free, thick and flushed, already wet at the tip, pulsing visibly against the taut skin. It looked impossibly large, terrifying. Her breath hitched, eyes wide.
"Open." His voice was flint on stone. No tenderness, only expectation.
She tilted her face up, parting her lips, heart hammering against her ribs. The scent of him, musky and potent, filled her nostrils. He didn’t hesitate. His hand fisted in her hair, dragging her head forward. The broad, slick head of his cock pressed against her lips, then pushed past, stretching her mouth obscenely wide.
He thrust deep, an immediate invasion, forcing himself into her throat. Her gag reflex seized violently, her body wrenching as she choked, unable to draw breath. Tears sprang instantly to her eyes, blurring the hard planes of his belly, the coarse blonde hair at his groin. He held her there, buried in her spasming throat, for a heart-stopping moment, feeling her convulse around him.
"You take it," he growled, pulling back only to slam forward again, deeper this time. The thick shaft scraped the roof of her mouth, the head bumping the tight ring at the back of her throat. "Suck." The word was a blunt command.
She tried, saliva flooding her mouth, drool slicking her chin as she struggled to breathe around the relentless intrusion. Her tongue moved clumsily against the underside of his shaft, tasting salt and musk. He fucked her mouth with brutal, piston-like strokes, ignoring her choked gags, her tears tracing hot paths down her cheeks. The wet, obscene sounds of his thrusts filled the room – the slap of flesh, her desperate, nasal gasps for air between invasions, the slick slide of his cock gliding through her lips and saliva.
"Tighter," he rasped, hips snapping. "Use that pretty fucking mouth." His hand tightened in her hair, holding her head perfectly still for his assault. Her jaw ached fiercely, stretched beyond its limit, her throat raw and burning. Yet, deep in her belly, beneath the panic and the ache, a treacherous coil of heat tightened, responding to the raw dominance, the sheer visceral force of his possession. Her fingers dug into her own thighs, knuckles white, caught between suffocation and a shocking, unwanted surge of arousal. He owned her throat. He owned her breath. She was nothing but a trembling vessel for his pleasure.
His grip in her hair tightened like a vise, forcing her face flush against the coarse hair at his groin. She choked again, throat spasming violently around the thick intrusion stealing her breath. "Breathe through your nose, cunt," he rasped, his hips snapping forward relentlessly, driving deeper with each punishing thrust. Her nostrils flared desperately, sucking thin streams of air past the obstruction filling her mouth and throat. Tears blurred her vision, tracking through the saliva slicking her chin, dripping onto her bare breasts.
"Tighter," he growled, grinding the swollen head against the spasming ring of her throat. "Suck it like you mean it." Her tongue pressed flat against the pulsing underside of his shaft, tasting the salt tang of pre-come. She hollowed her cheeks, the raw scrape of him against her palate sending shivers down her spine that mingled dread with unwanted heat. His groan was low, appreciative, vibrating down the length filling her. "Yeah, Princess... just like that."
His rhythm became erratic, brutal punches into her throat. She felt his balls draw up tight against her chin. "Open wide," he commanded, voice thick and strained, pulling her head back just enough. "Show me that pretty fucking throat." He drove in one last, searing thrust, burying himself to the hilt. A guttural roar tore from him as hot, bitter spurts flooded the back of her throat, thick and relentless.
He held her impaled, forcing her lips sealed around his base. "Swallow," he ordered, his voice rough gravel, blue eyes burning down at her tear-streaked face. The command brooked no hesitation. Her throat convulsed weakly at first, then clenched, forcing the viscous flood down with a hard, audible gulp. She swallowed again, wiping her mouth messily against his shaft, taking every thick, salty drop he offered. SHE SWALLOWS EVERYTHING.
She gasped, throat burning, the bitter aftertaste thick on her tongue. Before he could withdraw, before the cold air could hit her knees again, raw need surged, obliterating thought. Annalise lunged upward, throwing herself against Aleksandr’s solid frame, her legs wrapping fiercely around his hips, her wet cunt grinding against the renewed, formidable hardness pressing against his belly. “I can’t stop,” she gasped, the words ragged against the sweat-damp skin of his neck, her teeth finding the corded muscle there, biting down hard, then scraping savagely along his stubbled jawline, claiming him as he’d claimed her throat.
Aleksandr’s grunt vibrated against her mouth, a sound of pure male surprise and immediate, fierce approval. His powerful hands clamped onto her ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh, lifting her effortlessly as her teeth marked him. He staggered back a step, then drove her down onto the thick shaft already slick with her arousal and his previous release. His cock, rock-hard and insistent, pressed brutally against her swollen, sensitive entrance. He slammed her down hard, impaling her in one brutal, deep thrust that punched the air from her lungs. Her cunt stretched, burning and slick, taking every thick inch of him in a searing invasion that tore a guttural cry from her throat. “Fuck!” he snarled, hips pistoning, lifting her slightly only to slam her down again onto his rigid length, the wet slap of flesh and her sharp cry filling the dawn-lit room.
Her legs locked like desperate vines around his hips, her cunt stretched impossibly tight around his brutal girth. Each brutal lift and drop sent shockwaves of raw sensation through her core, a dizzying mix of sharp ache and deep, molten pleasure. "Harder!" she gasped, the plea ripped from her raw throat, nails biting bloody crescents into the scarred flesh of his shoulders.
Aleksandr's laugh was a dark rumble against her ear, his hands like iron manacles on her ass, controlling her descent onto his rigid shaft. "Demanding whore now, are you?" he growled, slamming her down harder, the thick head grinding against that devastating spot deep within her. The wet slap of flesh echoed obscenely in the brightening room, punctuated by her sharp, breathless cries.
Her inner walls fluttered wildly, clenching down on his invading length as the relentless pressure built again, terrifying and undeniable. "Yes! Fuck! Right there!" she moaned, her hips rocking frantically against his, trying to take him deeper, seeking that final shattering edge. "Don't stop!Please!"
He angled his thrusts, driving upwards with punishing force, each collision sparking white heat behind her eyelids. "Beg for it properly, Princess," he demanded, his voice thick with strain and dominance. "Tell me what you need." His teeth scraped her collarbone, a sharp counterpoint to the deep invasion.
Her body arched, trembling on the precipice, the coil inside her winding impossibly tight. "More! Gods, Aleksandr, more!" she screamed, tears mingling with sweat on her cheeks. "Fill me! Fuck me harder! I need it... I need...please!" SHE BEGS FOR MORE.
"More?" Aleksandr’s laugh was a low rumble against her sweat-slicked skin as he drove into her hard, lifting her effortlessly before slamming her back down onto his cock. "You fucking take it." His grip on her ass tightened, fingers digging deep into the yielding flesh, forcing her to ride the brutal length impaling her dripping cunt. Her nails, already crescent-mooned in his shoulders from earlier, raked down his back in a desperate, primal surge, scoring deep red furrows through sweat and old battle scars. SHE CLAWS HIS BACK.
He hissed, a sharp intake of breath that wasn’t pain but fierce approval. "Marking me, little Princess?" he growled, his hips snapping upward with renewed violence, grinding his thick shaft against that spot deep inside that made her vision blur. "Good." Each savage thrust hitched her body higher, her back arching wildly, her swollen clit rubbing hard against his pubic bone with every downward plunge. "Fuck! Aleksandr!" she screamed, the raw sound bouncing off the stone walls, her inner walls clamping down spasmodically on his invading cock, slick and searing.
"Come," he commanded, his voice thick and strained, his own control fraying as her tight heat milked him relentlessly. "Come all over my cock now." His teeth sank into the curve of her shoulder, a sharp, possessive bite that ignited the fuse. The coil inside her snapped violently. White light exploded behind her eyes as her cunt convulsed, clenching his thick girth in frantic, rhythmic pulses, her scream dissolving into wordless, shuddering gasps as the relentless waves tore through her. Her hips ground down desperately against his, milking him, seeking every last drop of the brutal, shattering pleasure he delivered. He groaned, deep and guttural, holding her impaled as her climax wracked her, his cock pulsing deep within her spasming heat, filling her with another hot flood. Her claws dug deeper into his ravaged back, anchoring herself as she shattered completely around him.
His groan vibrated through her, raw and resonant, his cock still buried deep as her cunt pulsed its final, clenching spasms around him. He held her suspended, her legs trembling vines around his waist, her claws still embedded in the ravaged landscape of his back. A tremor, powerful and unexpected, ran through Aleksandr’s frame, a physical echo of the profound, shattering release she’d just wrung from him.
His grip shifted, one hand sliding possessively up her sweat-slicked spine to fist in her tangled black hair, yanking her head back. The sudden exposure of her throat wasn’t gentle, forcing her gaze to meet the fierce blue fire in his eyes. "Mine," he rasped, the single word thick with spent lust and primal claim, his thumb tracing the delicate hollow beneath her jaw where her pulse fluttered wildly like a trapped bird.
The intensity of his stare, the sheer possessiveness, ignited something feral deep within her exhaustion. Not fear now, but a raw, answering surge of defiance and hunger, sharp as the ache between her own legs. She lunged forward before thought could intervene, her teeth sinking hard into the thick cord of muscle where his neck met his shoulder – not a hesitant nip, but a deep, claiming bite, tasting salt and sweat and him. SHE BITES HIS NECK.
He hissed, a sharp intake of breath not of pain, but profound surprise and immediate, dark approval. His fingers tightened convulsively in her hair, pulling her bite deeper against his skin. "Fuck," he growled, the sound vibrating against her lips and teeth. "Little beast."
His hips ground forward, his softening cock thickening again instantly against her tender walls, a visceral reaction to her unexpected ferocity. The scent of their joining, sharp and musky, filled the space between them. Her tongue flicked against the indentation her teeth had made, tasting iron now mixed with salt. He released her hair, his large hand instead sliding down to cup her jaw, forcing her to look at him again, his eyes blazing with a new, dangerous heat. "Do it again," he commanded, his voice low and rough, grinding his renewed hardness deeper into her sensitive core. "Harder."
Her teeth sank deeper, a sharp punctuation in the stillness, piercing skin until the coppery tang of blood bloomed potent on her tongue. Aleksandr froze, a statue of muscle and tension beneath her assault, his breath catching audibly in his throat. Then, a low, almost feral growl vibrated against her lips, resonating through her jaw – not pain, but a dark, primal approval that sent a shockwave of heat straight to her throbbing core.
His hand, still tangled in her hair, didn’t pull her away; he held her bite locked against his neck, forcing her to taste him fully – sweat, salt, and the startling metallic sharpness of his blood. His other hand slid down her spine, fingers digging possessively into the swell of her ass. "Little beast," he rasped, the words rough gravel, his hips grinding his rapidly hardening cock against her sensitive, cum-slicked cunt, the friction immediate and electric. "Fucking bite."
She released his flesh, panting, her lips stained crimson, meeting his fierce blue gaze defiantly. The sight of his blood on her mouth, the primal light in his eyes, ignited something reckless within her exhaustion. His thumb swiped roughly across her bottom lip, smearing the blood. "Good," he growled, the possessive heat in his stare searing. His hand tightened on her ass, lifting her slightly before driving her back down onto his rigid length, now thick and demanding inside her tender channel. The abrupt, deep penetration drew a ragged gasp from her, the stretch intense, the ache mingling with the raw thrill of her defiance. "Want more, Princess?" he challenged, his hips pistoning upwards, slamming her down onto him with brutal force, his cock a relentless piston stretching her abused cunt. "Take it." SHE BITES HIS NECK.
The coppery tang bloomed sharp on her tongue as her teeth sank deeper into Aleksandr’s neck, piercing skin. He froze, a statue of muscle beneath her assault, his breath catching sharply. Then, a low, feral growl vibrated against her lips, resonating through her jawbone – pure, dark approval.
His hand, tangled in her hair, held her bite locked against his neck, forcing her to taste him fully: sweat, salt, iron. His other hand slid down her spine, fingers digging possessively into the swell of her ass. "Little beast," he rasped, the words rough gravel, his hips grinding his rapidly hardening cock against her sensitive, cum-slicked cunt, the friction immediate and electric. "Fucking bite."
She released his flesh, panting, her lips stained crimson, meeting his fierce blue gaze defiantly. His thumb swiped roughly across her bottom lip, smearing the blood. "Good," he growled, the possessive heat in his stare searing. His hand tightened on her ass, lifting her slightly before driving her back down onto his rigid length, now thick and demanding inside her tender channel. The abrupt, deep penetration drew a ragged gasp from her, the stretch intense, the ache mingling with the raw thrill of her defiance.
"Want more, Princess?" he challenged, his hips pistoning upwards, slamming her down onto him with brutal force, his cock a relentless piston stretching her abused cunt. "Take it." SHE BITES HIS NECK.
The sharp sting ignited him. Aleksandr roared, a sound ripped from his gut, pure fury and lust twisting his features. He surged upward, flipping her beneath him with terrifying strength, pinning her wrists above her head against the cold stone floor. His knee forced her thighs brutally apart. "You want to bite?" he snarled, his voice thick with rage and dark promise, his blue eyes blazing down at her. "Fucking earn it."
His free hand gripped her jaw, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. "Open," he commanded, shoving his thick fingers past her lips, deep into her mouth, gagging her. He tasted his own blood on her tongue. "Suck them clean, whore." She choked, saliva flooding, her tongue working clumsily against the invading digits. He watched, his cock throbbing against her thigh, leaking onto her skin. "Now," he growled, withdrawing his wet fingers, dragging them down her body, leaving a slick trail over her collarbone, her heaving breast, her trembling belly. He stopped, pressing two fingers hard against her swollen clit, rubbing in tight, punishing circles. "Scream for my cock."