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rod of steel. He rubbed the knob back and forth in the slick groove of my pussy. I arched and ground myself against him, the movements waking echoes of his spanking.
    “No!” He clamped his nails around my nipple.
    “Ow!”
    “I want you to lie still, as if you were bound, or drugged. No squirming around. No trying to come. You’ll come, I promise—I said you deserved a reward—but only when I want you to do so. Do you agree?”
    Strange emotion welled up, tightening my chest. I could only nod.
    “Trust me, little one. I won’t hurt you. Well, not much. Not more than you can bear. In return, I’ll lead you into a whole new world of pleasure.”
    I gripped the wooden bars, watching him smooth a condom over the rampant length of that gorgeous cock. My pussy twitched and wept. I wanted him so badly I was ready to cry. Even more, though, I wanted to show him that I could obey.
    Geoffrey positioned himself between my splayed thighs. “Remember, Sarah,” he said. “Be still.” Then he rammed his cock all the way into my cunt in one fierce stroke.
    The force drove the breath from my lungs. The fullness made me suck the air back in. If I hadn’t been so wet, he would have torn me apart, but as it was my flesh parted for him as though sliced open.
    My pussy clenched reflexively around his invading bulk, but otherwise I managed to avoid moving. His eyes, locked with mine, told me he approved. His hardness pressed against my engorged clit. A climax loomed, then faded away as he kept me there, motionless, pinned to the bed.
    He pulled mostly out. My hungry cunt fluttered, empty for an instant. He drove back into me, harder than before. I strained against the bars, struggling not to jerk and writhe as his cock plunged in and out of my cunt like a pile-driver.
    God, it felt good! His roughness somehow heightened the pleasure. I was his, to use and abuse. His fuck toy, as he had said. At that moment, that was all I wanted to be.
    Each stroke grazed my cervix, adding a twinge of pain to the rich stew of sensations his cock stirred. His thrusts grew faster and wilder, but he never stopped watching me. His sweat-drenched hair tumbled into his eyes and still he pounded me with his cock, again and again and again until I was raw and sore. I didn’t care. I was crying but I didn’t want him to stop fucking me, not ever.
    I relaxed. I didn’t need to work any more to satisfy his injunction of stillness. He held me with the force of his will. I lay beneath him in a submissive trance, cunt gaping, inviting him to ravage me.
    His lips curved into a demonic grin, full of triumph. “Mine!” I heard him say, perhaps out loud, perhaps only in my mind. Yours, I agreed, too shattered to speak but knowing that he understood.
    He stretched and filled me as no one else ever had. Now, as I surrendered, I felt him swell further. I have the power , I heard in my head. I am in control.
    Yes, sir. Later I wondered if I imagined it, that conversation without words. At the time, I never doubted. This man knew me, all of me, even the parts that I’d hidden from myself. He could make me shiver and melt, scream and cry. He could make me come.
    The command was as clear as if he’d uttered it aloud. I’d been coasting on a plateau of sensation but all at once he yanked me up to a pinnacle of pleasure and tossed me off into a whirling climax.
    I jerked and shuddered under him, released from his command of stillness. His eyes were burning embers searing my soul as I convulsed and then came again. Inside me, he grew, stretched me to the point of tearing, then exploded. His heat drove me into another frenzied orgasm.
    I never closed my eyes, never looked away. I was there to the very last, savouring the final delicious tremors. So was he.
    He unclasped my cramped fingers from the headboard and kissed each one. “Sarah,” he murmured, nuzzling my neck and curling his wonderful hard body around mine. “You really do trust me, don’t you?”
    I knew