Weekend Wake-up Call – Netherworld II: Blood Potion No. 9

Dan broke the kiss, and without so much as a how-do-you-do, seized my upper arm and whirled me around.  Then his hand was on the back of my neck, bending me over a black leather motorcycle seat.  A flood of oil, gasoline and leather scents washed over me.  
Dan’s feet nudged mine apart, opening me up.  I gasped as he shoved two thick-knuckled fingers in my pussy, thanking my stars that I’d gotten wet the instant I’d laid eyes on him.  My big man was eager and demanding, and it made me eager too.  I moaned as his fingers dove in and out of me.  Ladies, start your engines.  He had my motor revving in an instant.
I responded to his uncompromising dominance.  I’m submissive when it comes to sex, gladly handing over the reins to Tristan and Dan when hanky-panky gets going.  Tristan’s an old pro at being a Master, but Dan’s polite upbringing left him not exploring his take-charge tendencies until he met me.  He’s still a little too careful for my tastes sometimes.
This was not one of those times.  
His fingers worked me hard, making me shudder all over as he brought my ever-simmering libido to a full boil.  Little flashes of ecstasy, so sharp they were almost painful, had me jerking helplessly against the bike he had me pinned to.  I wanted more.  I wanted that big, thick cock of his that filled me so well.
“Please, Sir,” I gasped.  
His voice was as growly as any shifter.  “That’s it.  Beg me.”  His hand moved faster, the liquid sounds we made growing louder.  I thought I must be pouring like a rainspout.
My voice had a desperate whine as those lightning pulses of pleasure nudged me close enough to taste bliss but not close enough to gorge.  “Please put your cock in me, Sir.  Please take me, take me hard.”  
“That how you want it, baby girl?  You want it hard?”
“Yes, Sir.  Please.”  My breath sobbed in and out.  My toes dug into the tire-churned ground.  I gripped cool metal parts in desperation.
“How hard?”
God, he loved to torture me.  But that’s a Dom for you.  They’re not happy until you’re pleading at the top of your lungs, completely mindless with need.
“So hard it hurts.  As hard as Sir wants me to have him.  Please, Sir!  I need your cock inside me,” I sobbed. 
Without another word, his fingers were gone.  I felt his hand an instant later, fisting against my slit as he positioned himself for that first thrust.  I made myself relax in anticipation.  I’d asked for it to be hard.  Dan would give me what I wanted with no mercy.
He plunged in, burying himself to the hilt in me with one brutal thrust.  I screamed with the excruciating delight of mixed pain and pleasure.  And kept screaming as he pounded against me until my body adjusted to him and there was only delight in being ridden violently.
Ecstasy beat through my body, curling my insides tight with tension.  Dan had barely started when I began pleading with him.  “May I come, Sir?  Please, may I come?”
“Not yet,” he snarled, his hips making harsh gunshot reports against mine as he drove and drove and drove.  “Take that cock, Brandilynn.  Take it, baby.”
“Oh please, Sir.”  He was hitting that special place inside, the place that roiled with sensation until I thought I’d explode.  “Please, I gotta come.”
His palm cracked a buttock, making it sting.  The heat of the blow added to the inferno consuming my inner parts.  I cried out, my hips thrusting back in invitation.
“You like that, baby?  You like me putting you in your place?”  Another slap, sending zings of intensity through my flesh.  
“Please, Sir.”  It was all I could do to not climax as his cock worked in and out of me, filling me so completely, rubbing all the good bits with a burning friction that made my hair stand on end.  But if I came without permission, I’d be disciplined.  And it would be more punishment than funishment.  Tristan was teaching Dan to be a harsh taskmaster, the exact thing a bratty sub like me needed.But I wanted to come so badly.
“Whose pussy is this?”  Dan’s hand on the back of my neck tightened.  He gave my bottom another spank.
“Yours, Sir.”
“Does this pussy come without my consent?”
“No, Sir.”  At least it shouldn’t.  I wasn’t going to hold out much longer, no matter how hard I tried.  His cock was rubbing nonstop on that nest of nerves now, and goosebumps broke out over my arms.  My insides wound in a tight band, beginning to fray as the tension moved to the breaking point.
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