LOGINThere. I had said it. And now, I was struggling to breathe. I was abuzz. The need to be fucked was viseceral.“What was it like?” Tom pressed down on that special button and I wanted to yank it out of his grip. I wanted to beg him to fuck me. To take me right here, in this car. “Did you enjoy having two cocks obliterate your pussy? Did it make you come hard, feeling them hurt you?”“Y-Yes!” I writhed on his lap, tried to clench my thighs together, to ease some of the ache in my clit, but Tom wouldn’t let me.Because this was punishment. It had to be.I gripped his thighs with all my might. Bit down on my bottom lip until I tasted blood.The vibrations were impossibly fast now. Vicious. And then, they stopped. Without warning. It just came to a halt and I was on the verge of losing my shit.My thighs trembled. Heat flooded my core. I let out a whimper of protest.Tom Blackthorn hauled me up until I was straddling his thighs. He gripped my jaw roughly and then, he was kissing me.His ki
It was evident in the way he kept watching me with that amused expression on his face, only this time, there was something way darker in those intense orbs.He stood up without warning and I sucked in a deep breath. Everything about him set me on edge. His close proximity excited me and frustrated me in equal measure. One thing was for sure, and it was the fact that I didn’t know what he was capable of.“Get up,” He commanded. He stepped behind me and gripped the sides of my chair. Even though every cell in my body was screaming at me to defy him, I found myself doing exactly as I was told. I got up and allowed myself to be led out of the balcony, forgetting the rest of my breakfast. Tom’s hand was warm; his grip firm.Back in the bedroom, there was a package lying on the mattress. It was a black package with a silver bow tie. Tom picked up the box and eased the bow tie off. Inside the box was a piece of round metal. It looked cold; shaped like a golf ball.A sex toy.I watched him p
I woke up to nerve wracking pain. I groaned, even as flashes from last night came rushing through my vision.The belt lashes. The hard slaps on my cheek. The hair grabbing. Being fucked by Tom. Being called every degrading name under the planet.It was finally sinking in, that I had fucked my abductor last night. The same man, who was holding me against mt will. Who had devised a way for us to get married, while I was lying unconscious in this very room.Mrs Blackthorn,I was going to be sick.The other side of the bed was empty. While the entire mattress was rumpled ,a tell tale sign of our rigorous activities from last night…it didn’t look as if ‘my husband’ had slept next to me.Which was fine by me. I wasn’t sure I could face him right now without hurling a pillow at his insufferable head.I got out of bed. My muscles ached. My jaw hurt from being hit last night. I wondered how many bruises I had on my butt.I picked up the nearest robe I could find and put it on. Just as I got ar
Lyra stepped into the red room, the hairs on her skin erect. She met Tyron standing beside the bed with his hands tucked in his trousers but he wasn’t alone.He was with Ziko, her cousin.“Come here, slowly ,” Tryron ordered, his eyes focused okn her. The slowness of her movements as she complied was the sweetest type of torture. Her toes curled as his shirt hit the carpeted floor to reveal the perfect body that hid beneath.He crooked his finger, summoning her closer. Lyra moved until she was near enough for him to reach over and cup her breast through the fabric of her loose dress. Squeezing gently, he marveled at how she sucked in harsh breaths. Tyron’s fingers landed on her cheek and then dipped into her mouth, his eyes silently telling her what he wanted her to do and like an obedient slave, she sucked on his fingers, moving her head while moaning into his hand. The anticipation of having him inside her mouth, inside her cunt and any hole he wanted to use made her squir
2.In hell there was no day or night, just their existence and for Lyra, her own existence was all on pleasing Tyron, the king of hell.She stepped into the bathroom while Tyron was in the shower.“Can I join you,sir?” She asked, her lips a humble whisper.Tyron gave her ass a playful whack before sneaking his hand up her body. “Mmmm,” Lyra moaned. She sucked in a harsh breath when he pinched a nipple as drops of water peppered his chest, sliding down and catching on his nipples before moving along the lines of his abs and disappeared into the black hair that peeked below. The divine sight of him wet, and the agony of being used by him ropelled Lyra forward. Tyron opened his arms, catching her as she rushed into him with desperate haste, claiming his mouth with mine and kissing him. A moment later, Tyron switched off the shower as Lyra wrapped her hands around his dick. He was already at half-mast when she gripped him, wanting to feel the velvety skin under her palm. She began
Tyron breathed harshly as he stormed into the tent with Sweat and blood glistening on his bare body, his muscle taut. His eyes darkened as he stared at Lyra, his submissive slave.“Come here.” He ordered.Lyra stood up to walk to him when her back suddenly got slammed on the wall. Tyron had his hands wrapped around her neck, his mouth inches away from her ear.“When i call, you crawl,” he whispered.“Yes sire,” she breathed out.She shivered in his arms as he trailed his lower lip with his thumb, mesmerized by how her flawless features changed in ecstasy. Even with this, his fantasy didn’t live up to the real thing.Lyra gasped at as he pressed his hard length against her, moving his waist in a circular motion. Her only job was to please Tyron, the king of hell and Lyra enjoyed doing just that. She barely had anything on as Tyron slided a finger into her pussy, watching as her eyes filled to the back of her head at the mind-melting pleasure. Her nails dug into Tyron’s arm as he f







