Chapter 3I sob, my nails raking down his arm, but he just laughs, low and cruel, and shoves his fingers deeper. The blindfold is soaked with tears I didn’t even realize I was crying, my body a live wire, oversensitive and starving. He pulls out, and I whine, but then his cock replaces his fingers, the head notching at my entrance, thick and huge.“Please,” I beg, my voice raw. “I can’t—”“You can,” he cuts me off, his hand tangling in my hair, yanking my head back. “And you will.”Then he slams into me.The stretch is obscene, burning, my walls clenching around him as he bottoms out with one brutal thrust. I scream, the sound ripped from my lungs, my fingers scrabbling at his wrists, his chest, anywhere I can reach. He doesn’t give me time to adjust. He pulls out and hammers back in, his hips snapping against my ass so hard the table skids across the floor. The blindfold is a blessing and a curse, I can’t see him, can’t brace for the next thrust, I can only take it, over and over,
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