Bound By Desrire BDSM Part 3

Elena’s body was still trembling from the powerful orgasm when Damien carried her to the center of the playroom. The large four-poster bed had black silk sheets and heavy metal rings built into the frame for restraints. He laid her down on her back without gentleness and immediately began securing her limbs.

Her wrists were locked to the top corners of the bed, stretched wide above her head. Her ankles were pulled apart and fastened to the bottom posts, spreading her legs obscenely open. She was completely immobilized — a perfect offering for whatever he wanted to do to her.

Damien stood at the foot of the bed, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and revealing a sculpted, powerful chest covered in faint scars. His cock was already hard again, thick and heavy between his legs.

“You’re going to take my cock in your ass tonight, pet,” he said calmly, as if discussing the weather. “I’m not going to be gentle. This is part of your training.”

Elena’s breath hitched. Fear and dark excitement twisted together in her belly.

He opened a drawer and returned with a bottle of lube and a medium-sized black anal plug. He climbed between her spread thighs and poured a generous amount of cold lube directly onto her tight, untouched hole. Elena gasped at the sensation.

Damien used two fingers to spread the lube around her puckered entrance, then pushed one thick finger inside without warning. Elena moaned loudly, her body tensing against the intrusion.

“Relax,” he ordered, working the finger deeper, scissoring her open. “This hole belongs to me now. The sooner you accept that, the easier it will be.”

He added a second finger, stretching her ruthlessly while his other hand moved to her dripping pussy. He rubbed her swollen clit in fast circles, mixing pain and pleasure until she was writhing in her bonds.

“Please… Sir…” she begged, not even sure what she was begging for.

Damien removed his fingers and pressed the thick plug against her ass. He pushed it in slowly but steadily, ignoring her whimpers as the widest part stretched her open. When it finally popped inside, Elena let out a broken cry. The fullness was overwhelming.

“Good girl,” he praised, twisting the plug slightly. “Keep it in while I fuck your cunt again.”

He positioned his massive cock at her soaked entrance and slammed inside in one brutal thrust. Elena screamed as he filled her completely. The plug in her ass made her pussy even tighter, and Damien groaned in pleasure.

“Fuck, that’s perfect,” he growled. He set a punishing pace immediately — hard, deep strokes that made the bed creak. Every thrust pushed the plug deeper into her ass, creating overwhelming pressure.

He leaned down and sucked hard on her nipples, biting them until she cried out, then soothing them with his tongue only to bite again. His hand never left her clit, rubbing it mercilessly while he fucked her.

“I want you to cum like this,” he commanded. “With your ass plugged and your cunt full of my cock.”

Elena shattered within minutes, her second orgasm ripping through her even harder than the first. Her walls clenched violently around him as she squirted, soaking his abdomen and the sheets beneath her.

Damien didn’t stop. He fucked her through the orgasm, then flipped her onto her stomach as much as the restraints allowed. He pulled the plug out, added more lube to her now slightly loosened hole, and pressed the thick head of his cock against her ass.

“Push back against me,” he ordered.

Elena obeyed, whimpering as the massive head breached her tight ring of muscle. The burn was intense. Damien pushed forward steadily, inch by thick inch, until his heavy balls rested against her pussy.

“Fuck… so goddamn tight,” he groaned. He stayed buried inside her for a moment, letting her adjust, then began to move.

His thrusts started slow but quickly became rough and demanding. The sound of his hips slapping against her reddened ass filled the room. He reached around and rubbed her clit again, forcing another orgasm out of her while he fucked her ass deeper.

By the time he was pounding her without mercy, Elena was a sobbing, moaning mess — lost in subspace, pleasure and pain blending until she couldn’t think anymore.

Damien gripped her hips hard enough to bruise and fucked her ass with long, powerful strokes. “This is what you signed up for,” he growled. “To be used. To be my fucktoy. Every hole. Every night.”

He reached up and wrapped his hand around her throat from behind, squeezing just enough to make her lightheaded while he chased his own release. With a deep, animalistic groan, he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, flooding her ass with thick, hot spurts of cum.

He stayed inside her for a long moment, pulsing, before finally pulling out. Cum leaked from her stretched hole and dripped down to her pussy.

Damien released her restraints but said nothing comforting. He simply wiped her down roughly with a warm cloth, removed the worst of the mess, then carried her exhausted body to a smaller bedroom attached to the playroom.

He placed her on the bed and pulled a blanket over her naked form.

“Sleep,” he said flatly. “You have a long day tomorrow. I expect you to be ready to serve me by 7 AM.”

Without another word or touch, he turned off the lights and left the room, locking the door behind him.

Elena lay in the darkness, body aching, ass throbbing, covered in marks and dried cum. Tears slipped silently down her cheeks — not from regret, but from the overwhelming intensity of everything she had just experienced.

Yet deep inside, a small, terrifying part of her already craved more.

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