The Dare

He had to know what he was getting into. He could handle me, but that didn’t mean I was going to make it easy

"Then we can do it again?"

"Absolutely."

“I want as much as you can give me, Master.”

Manson continued to thrust inside me, laughing at every heightened shriek, at every frantic,

Only if you think I deserve it,” I whispered. “I’m...I’m your slave, right? So I do what you say, so…”

He was enjoying this, really enjoying it - god, he felt big.

His voice was slow and gentle, as if he were speaking to someone small and insignificant.

want to cum inside you…" he murmured. I nodded.
"Please...please do it…"

I tried to push back on him, but he gripped me harder and kept me in place, giving me a swat for good measure. He entered me slowly, just the tip at first, enough to have me gasping before he pulled out.
“Two orgasms just not enough for you?” he taunted. “You think you need more?”
I looked back at him, gazing up from the mattress - smiling, shaking, ready. “I want as much as you can give me, Master.”
He entered me fully, deep and hard, stretching me so tightly I cried out. I gripped the blankets as he fucked into me, long deep strokes that made my legs shake.

“I want to fuck you, Jess,”