Free Carnal Sacrifice by Angelika Helsing Page A

sensation was so unbearably erotic, he almost came right there, but there were lessons to administer.
    The first was to teach her to accept various forms of domination. The second was to receive pleasure without question. He held her hips still while working himself in and out, twisting, going deep, then shallow, fast, then slow, until she was panting with the need to climax. He watched her carefully, refusing the mind link for now. This had to be strictly physical.
    “Jaden,” she gasped. “Please.”
    To heighten the torture, he reached down and ran one finger across her taut, wet clit. She trembled in anticipation, waiting for him to finish it, and when he didn’t, she tried to do it herself.
    “No,” he said, pushing her hand away. “You must learn to do as I say or accept the consequences for disobedience.” His hard cock throbbed in response to that prospect, not of hurting for her the sake of hurting her, but to whet her appetite for what might come.
    She was writhing now in her desperation to find release. Her long hair trailed the ground and jerked with every thrust of his hips. The rush of holding her hostage to his cock made more of a demon of him than being one ever did. He was ruthless with need and determination.
    Now was the time to show her what being mastered was all about.
    He gazed down at her virgin asshole, saw that it was too small to admit him, and decided to coax it open first. First, he slid two fingers in her wet pussy, and then moved to her side so he was perpendicular to her. With his left arm wrapped around her hips and tight under her stomach, he held her as close as possible. With his right, he smeared her own wetness around the tiny rosebud and then inserted one finger up to the first knuckle. She tried to squirm away, but he refused to let go.
    “No one has ever had you there, have they?” he said with dark satisfaction.
    She shook her head.
    “I must prepare you for what lies ahead. Do you understand?”
    “Yes.”
    “Their sole purpose is to pleasure you. In every way. In every hole. The ecstasy could drive you mad.” He slid his finger in deeper, to the second knuckle. She moaned and bucked a little, trying to get away.
    “No use fighting it. Once you get past your fear, there are no limits to what your body can do.”
    “It hurts.”
    “How better to learn to trust?”
    Delaney took a jagged breath and closed her eyes. She would learn to crave this, of that he was certain. Using his left hand, he found her swollen clit and gave it a few light taps, while the one finger of his right hand continued twisting in and out of her ass. Her body trembled as she neared climax, but it wasn’t time yet. He had to make her so crazy for it, she would do anything to come.
    When he squeezed in a second finger, she gasped and went still. He watched as her eyes flew open, then glazed with the deep primal pleasure of enforced submission.
    “You’re responding quite well,” he said. “You might be ready to take my cock in there.”
    “I want to…”
    “Want to what?” He had to make her say it. Saying it meant she had moved past any guilt or shame. He pulled his fingers out, saw the relief on her face, and then felt her pull her knees up a little to invite him back in. “Say it, Delaney. What do you want?”
    “I want to come like this.”
    “Like what?”
    “I want your cock in my ass. Please.”
    His cock twitched in violent response. Carnal ritual aside, he had wanted to do this to her, to be her first, for as long as he could remember. How many nights had he stroked himself into a frenzy thinking about it? That forbidden fruit held powerful allure for him. And here it was, all ready to be violated.
    “Lie down on your stomach,” he said, trying to disguise the harsh urgency in his voice. He slid his cock inside her wet hole for a moment, just to coat it with her hot slippery honey, and then positioned the head at her other entrance. “Do you trust me?”
    Her fists were