Free Not Even Death-Eternally Your Master by B.B. Blaque Page B

his admission. The
fear of not being capable released with each thrust. She would
prove just how able she was. Hearing how much he needed it—how he
actually enjoyed hurting her—increased the amplitude of the energy
building inside.
    Markus was still filling her ass, as Derrick
took more. The see-saw motion was becoming a new, more powerful,
rhythm and she was being overcome with the dance. Markus’ cock held
fast, as Derrick’s motions joined and moved away. Each time he
entered fully, she cried out. The steady mix of pleasure and pain
made it hard to distinguish between the two sensations. She could
feel his energy building as his pace grew faster and thrusts more
forceful.
    With the new rhythm she was more fully
occupied each time. There were no more reprieves as Derrick thrust
and Markus held fast. They weren’t taking turns filling her. Now,
it was as if they were one, joined, inside her.
    She couldn’t believe how utterly taken she
was. She was stretching beyond her bounds and though she tried to
accept it, her best efforts were in vain.
    “Please…no Sir…I….I can’t.” she pleaded
through the pain she could now identify.
    “Come on Cali, you know you can do this. Be a
good girl and beg for it.” Derrick said. She could imagine his
square jaw tighten as he spoke through his teeth. She wanted to
beg, just not for it. She wanted to beg for leniency. Oh,
Markus, where is your voice now when I need you most? She held
it in her mind but now, she couldn’t escape that far, his voice was
muffled in her head.
    “No…Sir I can’t….please…Sir…don’t.” She
hadn’t used her safe-word, but had rarely come this close. She
cried and tears escaped the corners of her eyes.
    Derrick didn’t stop, or lighten her load. He
continued on. She knew she needed him to persist.
    “ Come on Kitten….say please Sir...don’t
stop…please Sir, take me. Make me proud Kitten. Remember, this
isn’t about you.”
    Markus’ voice guided her into the beautiful,
swirling vortex of surrender. It was all she needed to enter the
abyss.
    “Please, Sir…don’t stop…use me…take me.” The
nagging willpower she retained melted away and the exquisite
feeling of pleasure flowed over her, bathing her in its tingling
rush.
    Derrick’s passion quickened as he heard her
beg—not for mercy—but for more. She was such an intriguing being.
With an enhanced need to conquer, Derrick pounded harder, faster as
he moved the toy in her ass more vigorously. All that mattered was
his desire. Her wetness gripped him and the toy stroked his shaft
at his command—it was sensation overload. He had to take action,
every movement brought him closer and there was still more of Cali
to be claimed.
    Pulling out of her warmth he quickly
unfastened the chains at her ankles and removed the blindfold. With
a smooth roll of her hip she was prone and staring pensively into
his face, searching his eyes in desperation.
    “Sir…Did I do something…” She tried to speak
between panted breaths. She hoped she hadn’t displeased him. He
just couldn’t stop now .
    The chains at her wrists had forced her arms
to cross her chest, forming an “X” above her rising breasts. He
paused to take in the beauty beneath him as a rush of warmth spread
through him.
    “No, Cali, you did nothing wrong…nothing at
all baby…” He laughed and bent to her ear. “Except that little
thing at dinner” He gripped the rings at her ankles with one hand,
pulling up, adding to her display. He was pleased as he reviewed
his handiwork and the look on her face, truly stunning!
    Enough time had elapsed, the sensations
quelled to a manageable state—he was ready to begin anew. With his
free hand he deserted her remaining opening, leaving her empty and
helpless, quivering in her fetters. He’d been waiting for
this!
    Spitting on his hand just enough to keep from
chafing he filled the abandoned hole with all he’d been holding
back. She tensed with the rough entry,