"You’re mine now," he growled, then dragged Naoko towards the bed.
As soon as he grabbed her throat, he felt a frisson of anticipation from her. It was like she was a rabbit that had just be captured in the jaws of a wolf, only the rabbit wanted to be eaten.
When he tossed her onto the bed, instead of spreading her legs eagerly like Samantha had, she started to crawl away from him on her back, while looking at him defiantly.
Her defiance was mostly an act. She wanted him to take her by force, and her eager anticipation of his success was clear by the moisture glistening along her hairless slit.
Instead of trying to physically manhandle her, he crashed through her body gate and commanded, "Lie on your back in the center of the bed. Put your feet behind your head."
"Oh, shit!" she blurted as her body obeyed him.
She practically jumped to the center of the bed, then grabbed her ankles and shoved them behind her head.
As soon as she had assumed the position, he loomed over her on hands and feet, his saliva-slick cock pointing at her waiting hole.
He lowered himself, feeling his glans slide between her already slick folds.
When he felt his glans press against her opening, he paused, then with one smooth motion he slammed his hips down, driving his cock deep inside her, and at the same time, he pressed against her mind gate.
And as his glans kissed her cervix, he crashed through her mind gate.
"Oh, fuck!" she cried.
And in her mind, he heard, "Oh, fuck! I feel like I’m being split in half! It’s so big. Fuck me, fuck me! I want him to pound me so hard. Hurry, damn it. Why is he holding still? Fuck, I want to cum. Hurry up so I can cum!" Google seaʀᴄh Novᴇl_Fire(.)net
"So deep!" she groaned.
"You will not orgasm without my permission," he commanded her body, then he began pounding into her hard and fast.
She wanted to be tormented, and he could think of no greater torment than to push her to the edge of an orgasm, yet not let her cross over. To edge her for a long time.
"No, no, no. Don’t do this to me," she begged. But in her mind she was thinking, "He can do that?! No, no, I want to cum! Oh, god, I hope he lets me cum."
Despite her apparent words, out loud and in her mind, she was filled with trepidation and anticipation.
The sound of his hips slamming into hers echoed through the room as he drove himself into her.
With each impact of his hips, his glans tapped the entrance to her womb, and she grunted from the impact.
Watching her tits bounce and wobble with each impact, he shifted, so he was supporting his weight on one hand, then reached out with the other and grabbed one of her breasts, squeezing it hard.
"Hmmm!" she moaned as he crushed her soft flesh in his grip.
Through their connection, he could tell she felt pain and pleasure in equal measure. And she wanted more.
Wondering if he could lift her by her tits, he dropped to his knees and grabbed her breasts, one in each hand. Then while squeezing, he pulled up.
He had a firm grip and could feel her body lifting off the bed, but through their connection he could feel that her pain was rising and would soon exceed her tolerance.
So instead he released her tits, then pulled out of her and commanded, "On your knees, back to me."
She climbed up onto her knees and turned so she was facing away from him.
He grabbed her wrists, then crossed her arms behind her back, so each hand was touching the opposite elbow.
"You are not allowed to move your arms."
Then he grabbed her throat in his left hand and pushed on her arms with his right, forcing her to arch her back and stick out her ass.
He slammed his cock back into her and pounded her hard while squeezing her neck.
Then he reached around and grabbed her nipple and crushed it between his thumb and forefinger, twisting and pulling on it as he did.
"Ugnnn," she gurgle moaned through his grip on her throat, as he mauled her tits.
Briefly, he released her tit and smacked her ass.
"Ahghghg," she cried.
The skin on her ass turned red almost immediately, and through their connection he could feel her excitement and hope for more.
He smacked her ass again, then reached around and slapped her tit.
She jerked when his fingers struck her nipple and areola, and she grunted as a wave of pain and pleasure surged through her.
He switched hands, so he was gripping her throat with his right hand, then smacked her ass and left tit.
"Ahghghg," she cried out again.
He alternated left and right hands, and soon her ass and tits were glowing a bright red, and her mind was descending into a haze of pain and pleasure.
His relentless pounding and skin-reddening smacks soon pushed her to the peak. Yet she couldn’t cross over into the land of post-orgasmic bliss. His command wouldn’t let her.
"Please, Master, may I cum?" she begged.
He ignored her request and continued to pound into her. He could tell that, though she begged him to give her release, she also hoped he would deny her request.
As he continued to pound into Naoko, he could feel the tension, the burning desire for release, continue to grow inside her.
"Please let me cum," she begged again.
Growing tired of the position, and not wanting to exhaust himself just yet, he pushed her down onto the bed.
"Spread your legs," he commanded.
After she spread her legs, he gazed down at her pink rosebud. Time for cherry number two.
Samantha must have realized what he was planning because she suddenly appeared next to him, a small bottle of oil in her hand.
"Here, Master. Let me help you with that," she said as she slathered his shaft with oil.
The oil she slathered on his shaft was soon tinged with pink as it mixed with the trace of blood left from Naoko’s recently popped cherry.
Realizing what he was about to do, Naoko cried in her mind, "Oh, fuck, yes, yes!"
Not wanting to get the oil on his hands, he said to Samantha, "Guide me in."