Free Secret Submission by Diana Hunter Page A

his command of her. Her body ached for his touch as he practically ripped the clothes from his own body, then pulled her legs apart, locking them into place. Only once she was bound and helpless to stop him did he pause to survey her—spread and ready for his pleasure.
    “I am going to take you like the slave you are. Your body is mine to use—and I intend to use it hard.” His voice was rough and gravelly from his desire and the sound of it thrilled her.
    “This pussy,” he paused to grab her, sinking his fingers inside her and rubbing her juices with his hand, “this pussy is mine, isn’t it, slave?”
    She writhed with the need to come building inside her. When she didn’t answer, he pulled her, several fingers still buried deep inside, his thumb on her mound. “Answer me, slave. Who owns this pussy?”
    “You do,” she gasped. “You do, Sir.” Above her head, her hands clenched as she arched her back, giving herself to him.
    “And what are you?” He pulled on her again and she cried out.
    “I am your slave, Master. My body is yours. I am your Slave!” Her voice cracked on the last word, her breath gone, her mind wanting only to feel him inside her—to have him take her and take her hard.
    Phillip pulled his hand away and knelt between her legs, reaching under to grab her ass, pulling her onto his knees. Positioning his cock, swollen with the desire he had denied himself all week, he saw with satisfaction the gleam of the juices that pooled in her pussy. With a single thrust, he entered her, slamming her body back onto the bed.
    Riding her hard, he thrust in and out, long thrusts, as she rose to meet each one. But he could not hold out for long. As the muscles in her pussy contracted with the first wave of her orgasm, he came and the world ceased turning for them both.
    Wave after wave of powerful contractions shook them, their animal passion spending itself after a week of denial. Feeling him slam into her as if she were nothing but a whore for his use, she came again and again, all thought gone. His cock battered her pussy, his repeated thrusts bruising her tender flesh as she came again, her wordless cries filling the room.
    Her sounds drove him wilder as the animal inside rutted against his slave. All week he had thought about her, wondered if she would return. His heart was lightened when he heard her car in the drive and he used all the control he had watching her taunt him with her striptease. Now that control was gone and as she screamed again and he felt her pussy muscles contract around his cock once again, his own climax came, forceful and violent.
    A small, still-sane part of him knew he was hurting her, but he could not stop. His seed spit forth and filled her as his own groans echoed in his ears. Only when his cock was completely empty did he stop, his momentarily exhausted body collapsing on top of hers.
    As his motions slowed Sarah’s body relaxed and the orgasms lessened, then stopped. Panting, they lay entwined as the intensity of their passion passed.
    Slowly awareness came back to her. His full weight was upon her, and far from feeling suffocated, she relished his warmth. Never had she been so forcefully handled, so forcefully taken. Knowing that his need had been as great as hers made her feel as warm inside as his body made her feel outside. There was comfort and satisfaction in the realization that she could make him lose control.
    He stirred, raising his head to look at her. “Are you all right? Did I hurt you?” His concern was obvious.
    “ Mmmm , you just gave me a most wonderful gift—besides the several orgasms, you showed me a side of you I didn’t know existed. And I’m fine,” she added as the concern in his eyes did not ease.
    With her reassurance, he slid off her and pulled a blanket from the bottom of the bed over the two of them. Raising himself on one elbow, he caressed her face, still nestled between her bound arms. “I have thought of very little this week