Free Carnal Series 1 - Carnal lesson by Harper Vonna Page B

He gets his way.”
    Fire. Flames. Her body dancing to the forced tune.      
    Holding up the remote, Reno sat on the side of the bed and leaned back, looking as if he had all the time in the world in which to watch her suffer. “I’m trying to make up my mind about something. If you were a mare in heat, would you try to get away or ram your ass against the stallion’s nose so he gets the message?”
    She wasn’t an animal, damn it! Yes, her juices were tracking down her inner thighs, but that was because she had no control.
    “ Here’s the deal.” His finger hovered over the knob. “We’re going up another gear. Then I’ll leave things as they are. When I believe you’ve had enough, we’ll move onto the next phase. As for what that is—“ His smile made her think of a cougar standing over a crippled deer. “let’s call it choice time. Either it’s onto the next gear which has been known to drive bitches insane or you try to close your lips around this.” He stabbed a finger at his erection.
    The vibrations attacked so she couldn’t hold onto what he’d said. There’d been something about another gear and sucking his cock. Hating his relentless domination, she awkwardly turned her back on him which left her facing the closed and maybe locked door. Sunlight broken up by the bars streamed in through the window. No air conditioning was on in the room that had become her prison. Awareness of how hungry she was only occasionally penetrated her fragmented thoughts. She drooled yet fierce thirst clawed at her.
    Taking in her surroundings and touching base with her body gave her something other than sexual stimulation to think about, but what about when the next wave hit? Would she try to weather the assault or dive into sensation?
    She stared at what she could see of the thick vegetation outside. Then comprehension of what she could no longer have become too much, forcing her to try to look elsewhere. The person she’d always been reasserted itself, and she glared up at the camera.
    You haven’t won, she said with her blazing eyes and proud stance. You’ll never beat me down.       
    As if determined to make a lie of her resistance, relentless power slammed her pussy. Desperate to escape the pummeling, she fought her cuffs, turning this way and that as she did. She pranced while squeezing her thighs together. She again struggled to see beyond her now wildly bouncing breasts to her under-attack pussy. Drool ran from her open mouth, forcing her to lift her head and swallow as best as she could. She faced her torturer.
    “ I’m a little unclear on which gear this is,” he said in a conversational tone that stood in sharp contrast to the pleas and profanity she longed to spew. “But I imagine you don’t much care. I like the way you dance, and I’m sure whoever is responsible for putting you in this fix feels the same way.”
    He wasn’t going to grant her any relief. Perverted dominating beast that he was, he loved watching her suffer.
    What her body now experienced was a world away from the pain of being beaten and yet the similarities were frightening. One thing was at the core—he was in charge.
    “ Yes.” He sounded so calm in contrast to her frantic grunts. “I believe that’s the perfect level to leave you at.” Standing, he started for the door. “Well, I don’t believe you’ll be bored in my absence.”
    She watched him walk out of the room and close the door behind him. This was wrong! Wrong! Terrifying! He had to come back. Rescue her. Ram his cock in her helpless mouth.
    Stimulation didn’t begin to describe what she was being subjected to. Fierce, fast vibrations attacked every part of her. Trying to climb on top was an impossible task. Her poor breasts screamed for relief, yet she couldn’t stand still.
    Like a trapped beast seeking a way out of hell, she stumbled about. Moving was slightly more tolerable than standing still. Either way her body cried. A climax! Please!