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2025-12-03 14:28:52IRIS’S POV
It felt like my heart was about to fall out my chest, slamming against my ribs as I tried to even out my breathing.
The room was dimly lit, the flickering candlelight casting shadows across the walls. The collar around my neck was tight and secure, the leather digging into my skin.
My hands were tied tightly behind my back and a blindfold was over my eyes, heightening every sensation.
The sound of boots softly padding across the wooden floorboards behind me had my heart jumping.
He was here.
For a second, the room remained silent and I angled my neck back, confused, the fabric against my eyes rubbing against my skin. Then I felt itㅡ His touch. His fingers lightly traced across my bare ass, sending goosebumps scattering across my skin. “Ready for the next one, Whore?” His voice was raspy and hoarse.
Whoreㅡ Not Iris Calder, the Alpha’s daughter. My father would have a heart attack if he found out his timid daughter was constantly being whipped and fucked within an inch of her life every night by a man whose name she did not know.
Subconsciously, I pushed back against his touch, eager for him to feel me all over. “Yes…” I groaned out.
A sharp sting echoed in the dim room and I yelped, feeling pricks of pain spread like tiny needles being stabbed in my skin as a welt formed where he had slapped my ass.
Fuck.
Pain rolled into pleasure and desire pooled between my thighs, my pussy clenching around nothing.
“I bet you’re already wet for me, eager for me to take you like the dirty slut you are,” He growled behind me, his hand gripping the leash around my neck and jerking it back so my back arched forcefully.
A pained whimper escaped me and my fingers clawed at the sheets, searching for leverage. “Pleaseㅡ” I tried to beg when his hand met my ass again, the crack resounding and this time, tears stung my eyes behind the blindfold.
Oh my fucking…
“Shut up. You don’t talk when you’re not asked,” He grunted behind me, the sound of rustling clothes filling the air.
My breathing was chopped, feeling heavier than usual when I tried to suck in air sharply, a lump forming in my throat.
Do not speak unless spoken to. Every single day, there was something new to learn from him. There was something tailored to break me step by step. And I would gladly welcome damnation if it felt like this.
The head of his cock teased my entrance, smearing himself with my juices. “Look at you…soaking wet…”
Without thinking, I pushed back against him, eager to feel him deep inside me where he belonged.
Shit.
My hands strained against the ropes that looped around my wrists, my tears beginning to dampen the blindfold around my eyes, making it even harder to see.
“Do you want me to fuck you like the little whore you are?” His words were like a soft caress, ghosting over my skin and leaving a tremble in its wake.
A low rumble echoed in my throat and I whimpered, pressing back against him while resisting the urge to bed.
Don’t say a word. Don’t say a worㅡ
The head of his cock parted my pussy lips, pressing into me an inch and I almost crumbled but his hold on the leash kept my upright.
“C’mon, slut. Let me hear those sounds you make. Let me hear how I’m making you feel,” he grunted, pushing in another inch before sliding out to the tip again.
His movements seemed designed to punish me. Slow deliberate thrusts but never fully sinking into me.
“Fuck…oh my fucking goddess…” I groaned, voice trembling as I pushed back against him, trying to force him to fully bury himself in me.
He slapped my asscheek again, palm flat and burning against my skin as I jerked forward, tears spilling down my cheeks. “Shit”
But my words were broken off when he suddenly thrust into me, burying himself into me one deep stroke, the action making me jerk forward.
A scream erupted from my throat, my voice raspy due to the belt tied tightly around my neck.
He barely gave me time to acclimate to his size before he was pulling out and slamming back in, letting me feel every ridge of his cock as he sliced into me, his hips smacking against mine.
“You like that?” He grunted, hand smacking against my other asscheek as pain rolled through me like a storm.
Incoherent words tore from my lips as his cock brushed against my sensitive spot, balls slapping against my sopping cunt as the obscene sounds of skin slapping skin filled the air.
“Yes.. fuck. Don’t stop,” I sobbed, the leather around my neck tightening even further as his grip became more firm.
“Only dirty sluts like getting rammed by a huge dick. Tell me, princess, are you a slut?” He leaned forward, his pace never faltering as he pounded into me.
Something about the way he spoke to meㅡa sharp contrast to the speed at which his dick pistoned out of meㅡ had me biting down hard on the silky sheets, tasting the cotton in my mouth.
“I’m…your slut…” I choked out, feeling him pull me back up but this time, with my hair.
His hand left the belt around my neck, sliding into my hair and gripping the strands tightly before he pulled it back, forcing another scream to tear out of my throat.
“Then cum for me,” he ordered, the squelching noises made by his dick ramming into me filling the air.
I could feel his knot pressing against me heavy and pent up for release.
There was no way that was going to fit. But then, I knew him. He wouldn’t stop. He would make it fit.
He pressed further, a hand reaching to spread my asscheeks even further as he slammed deeper into me.
That did it for meㅡ I exploded around him, my pussy walls fluttering as I screamed, voice piercing through the dim room atmosphere.
Pressing forward again, he locked fully inside me, letting out a low groan of pleasure that made me shudder, my back aching as he stayed deep in me before sliding all the way out and slamming back in.
“Knew you could take it…” he grunted, now softly massaging my ass.
I let out a shaky breath, face pressed into the sheets. “Fuck you…”
The man pulled out, his cum running down my thighs as he unlooped the belt around my neck and untied me, letting me collapse face first into the sheets.
“You okay?” He asked, his tone serious as he buttoned himself back up.
His features were carved into something cruel, thanks for the harsh glow of the ambient lighting. I didn’t even know his name. He didn’t need to know mine either.
We met as often as we could in a new spot for one purposeㅡ sex. And fuck, it was mind-blowing each time.
Just two strangers who had been meeting for a year now for the same thing. Sex without feelings or a name.
“I’m fine…” I chuckled, feeling the slick juices running out of my aching pussy. “You seem to be in a hurry tonight.” I pointed out.
His expression didn’t falter, he simply buttoned his shirt back. “Yes. I have somewhere to be. And a little heads up sweetheart, we won’t be meeting tomorrow. Or soon.”
That made me freeze, looking up at him. “You can’t just.. wait? What?”
Not once had he ever bailed on our meetings. Why now?
The man didn’t answer. Just looked down at me one more time with a tip of his head and he sauntered out, leaving me sprawled on the bed with questioning why. Our arrangements never changed over the last year.
I had bundles of questions running through my mind, but one I couldn’t brush off was if this forbidden fruit of mine had found out something about me he wasn’t supposed to?
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