12. Hunter

Chapter 12

Hunter

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The crown of my head rams into the headboard in a steady, soothing rhythm as Kabir fucks me from behind.

I've lost track of my orgasms. I've lost track of everything.

I've stopped thinking entirely.

I move where he tells me. I do as he commands.

For the first time in ages, I'm back in subspace. I'm floating on ethereal clouds of mindless bliss.

We've been at it for hours, only breaking to hydrate and so Kabir can pop a Viagra.

I'm in a constant heightened state of arousal, fueled by his words and the way he commands my body with such familiarity.

"Such a tight little hole," Kabir praises as he works a second finger into my ass. "My little slut loves being all filled up." With a grunt, he thrusts his cock deeper into my cunt.

"More, Sir. Please," I whimper, desperate to hold on to this high. I want him to use me so thoroughly I can't walk come morning.

"More?" A dark laugh escapes him. "My whore wants more? Of course you do, you needy little cum skip."

He spanks my ass hard, and in response, I clench around his cock.

"Naughty," he huffs with a slap to the other cheek.

This time, I squeeze him so tightly he can't pull out.

Growling, he freezes. "Oh. So that's how you want to play, Firecracker?" He thrusts to the hilt with so much force my head slams into the headboard.

Yes. Fuck.

"I'm going to fill this cunt, then suck all my cum out of you and shove it up your ass."

Whimpering, I buck my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. Before long, I can't keep up. My arms and legs give out, and I sink flat onto the bed.

"That's a good girl." Kabir's voice is gravelly and sultry at the same time. "Such a meek little whore, giving up and letting me fuck you into the mattress."

I have no words. No thoughts. No desire to speak. My mind is empty, and the world is quiet as I focus on each slap of skin and the pounding in my pussy.

"Good girls love to be filled up, don't they, my little slut?"

Words are hard.

Talking is near impossible.

"Yes, Sir," I eventually mumble into the mattress. Tears fill my eyes. Fuck, letting go and giving myself completely to this man fills me with such an overwhelming sense of relief.

The flames licking up my insides demand my attention. I try to temper them, to hold them at bay. I can't come until he gives me permission. He told me that before we began this round.

"You're close," he accuses, his tone harsh, as if he can read my mind. "Don't you dare come, Firecracker."

"No, Sir. I won't. I swear. Please, Sir," I plead. "Fill me. Fuck me and fill up my holes. "

I'm panting. Breathless. Boneless. Spineless.

With a groan, Kabir comes. He holds himself inside my body, all the while milking his cock with two fingers through the thin wall separating my rectum from my vagina.

He unloads deep inside me, then he pulls out and hikes my hips up until I'm on my knees once again.

The heat of his tongue against my sensitive flesh has me biting down on the edge of the duvet. He licks through my thoroughly fucked folds, flicks my clit, then dips his tongue as far into my cunt as he can get. Then he sucks. He makes a meal out of slurping and sucking every drop from my weeping pussy.

The pleasure is so intensely concentrated that fresh tears spring from my eyes.

The second his face leaves my cunt, I whimper.

Slowly, he pulls his fingers out of my asshole, and I'm so empty I break.

On a sob, I beg, "Please, Sir." The cathartic need for him to fill me and use me is the only lucid thought left in my brain.

With both hands, he slaps my ass cheeks and spreads me wide open.

The sound of him spitting is accompanied by a wet warmth on my puckered hole.

In the next breath, he uses his tongue to push the fluid past the tight ring of muscle.

He makes quick work of feeding his cum into my asshole, holding me in place with a tight grip on both cheeks.

Then he pulls away, captures my legs, and rolls me to my back.

"Spread and let me see it, love."

I do as he says, focusing on the curves of his muscles and the contrast of color as he grips my pale thighs with his manicured hands.

He holds my legs apart, admiring my thoroughly fucked cunt and cream-filled asshole.

Smiling, he drags one finger through my sex. His touch is soft, reverent. He caresses and pets me in slow motion, as I lie spread out before him, aching and needy .

"I've traveled the world, studied the great artists of every century. Yet I've never witnessed anything as breathtakingly beautiful as your needy little cunt and perfect rosebud leaking with my cum."

Preening, I spread my legs wider. My inner thighs burn from the stretch in my effort to show him everything.

"Look at you, all spread out for me. Such a pretty pussy," he purrs directly into my cunt. He lowers his head and sniffs, wafting up the scents of sex and cum, submission and desire.

When he straightens, he zeroes in on my face, his expression going serious. "Are you well, love?"

"Yes, Sir," I assure him.

I'm more than well. I'm soaring. I'm floating. I'm whole.

I'm breathing fully for the first time in months. Finally free.

"You have one more in you, then."

It's not a question, but rather a command.

"Hold yourself open for me, love. I'm going to give this needy cunt everything she wants now, yes?"

"Yes, please," I beg, digging my nails into my thighs and holding my breath for what comes next.

"No counting," he reminds me. "This isn't a punishment. It's what you need, so say thank you."

"Thank you, Sir," I rush to offer, bracing for impact.

He raises one hand, then with perfect aim, he slaps my pussy so hard I scream.

Tears paint my cheeks as I gasp for air. I blink rapidly, trying to clear out the moisture, desperate to see him do it again.

He slaps my pussy again and again. Higher each time. Until my clit is burning. Until my insides gush out and sobs rack through my chest. Until I crash off the side of the cliff and all I can manage to do is feel and fall and cry, "Thank you, Sir. Thank you."