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You were entirely delirious.

Your mind was a fractured kaleidoscope of terror and need, caught in the crossfire of your own instincts. 

One part of your brain was screaming for you to flee the madness of the man currently claiming every inch of your body, while the rest of your body remained a helpless, trembling slave to the pleasure he had been bestowing upon you for hours.

You were pinned head first into the mattress, face buried in the cool, unforgiving satin of the pillows, where you unsuccessfully tried to muffle the whimpers that tore from your throat. 

The friction of the sheets against your torso was an agony, your nipples had been scrubbed raw by the constant pressure, leaving them engorged and so hypersensitive that even the vibration of your own sobs felt like a jolt of electricity. 

You were a landscape of flushed skin and frantic pulses, entirely exposed to the dark whims of the man stationed between your parted legs.

Your ass was up, offered to the shadows in a position of absolute vulnerability, the cool draft of the room clashing violently with the furnace like heat radiating from Pinda's massive frame. 

This sensory dichotomy, the chill of the air and the burning proximity of his body, was driving you into a state of sensory overload. 

You had tried to move, to scramble away from the edge of the abyss but Pinda had quelled your rebellion. He had yanked your arms behind your back, his large hands bruising your wrists before he cinched his leather belt around them. Now, the heavy hide chafed into your soft skin with every frantic movement, a physical reminder that your autonomy had been traded for his obsession.

The silence was shattered by the sharp, echoing slap of his palm connecting with your right ass cheek, the impact so sudden that your entire body jolted. A broken whine escaped your lips, your toes curling into the silk as the sting bloomed into a radiant, pulsing heat. 

"F...fuck, Pinda, please!" you choked out, your voice a ragged thread of sound lost in the room. 

The plea was ambiguous, a desperate prayer for either release or more of the exquisite torment he was inflicting and Pinda seemed to delight in the uncertainty of your surrender.

He leaned in closer, the broad expanse of his naked, sweat streaked chest brushing against your back, creating a searing line of contact that made your skin crawl with anticipation. 

He reached down and grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back with a sudden force that made you hiss through clenched teeth. The movement forced your eyes to meet his and the sight was enough to make your heart skip a beat. 

His brown eyes were blown wide, pupils swallowed by the darkness of his lust. A lethal, arrogant smirk played on his lips as he hovered just inches from your face, his whiskey tinged breath hitting your feverish skin in hot, humid bursts.

"You want me to stop? I'll stop!" he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that resonated in your very marrow. 

You sobbed at the mere suggestion of him withdrawing, your head shaking frantically into the pillow as you sought to deny the words you had just spoken. 

You didn't want him to stop.

You wanted him to consume you.

You wanted him to burn away the last of your pride until there was nothing left but the sensation of his touch. Your breath came in short, jagged heaves, your lungs struggling to find air in the oxygen starved space between your lips.

Without warning, he spanked you again, the sound was a violent percussion that filled the room. He alternated between your two cheeks, his heavy hand leaving glowing, crimson marks on the porcelain expanse of your skin.

Your entire body withered under the assault, your shoulders aching from the tension of the belt and your hips bucking instinctively toward the pain. 

Between every punishing blow, he leaned into your ear, his voice a dark, velvet rasp as he repeated the command.

"Use...your...fucking...words!" He wanted a verbal confession, a total vocalisation of the need that was currently turning your blood to liquid fire.

As the sting of the spanking continued to throb, his fingers found your weeping folds, parting them with a ruthless focus. He began to rub his fingers up and down the length of your slit, the squelching, wet sounds filling the quiet loft and marking the depth of your arousal. 

You were so slick, so entirely undone by his touch, that every slide of his fingers felt like a tidal wave crashing over you. He kept pushing you toward a peak and then yanking you back, keeping you suspended in a state of suspension that made your vision spot.

He lowered his head, his face now mere centimetres from your drenched cunt, the humidity of his breath fanning out over your over sensitised skin. 

The proximity was a tease, a promise of the mouth you so desperately craved. 

Then, he spat directly onto your folds, the warmth of it mixing with your own juices before his broad, flat tongue made a long, sweeping stroke from your base all the way to your clit. 

The sensation was staggering, your eyes rolled back in your head and your ass bucked violently against his face as a bolt of white hot electricity shot through your spine.

Pinda responded to your bucking by grabbing your reddened, pulsing ass cheeks with a bruising strength, pulling you even closer into his face as if he wanted to inhale the very scent of your undoing. 

He delivered another sharp spank while his tongue was still buried in your heat, the combination of the sting and the wet friction making you cry out loud. Your body was taut like a piano wire, every muscle vibrating with the effort of holding back the climax he had denied you for so long. You felt as though you were on the verge of passing out, your consciousness fraying at the edges.

He reached for the small slab on the edge of the bed, where a fine, white powder lay in a shimmering line. You watched through hooded eyes as he dipped his fingers into the drugs, coating them in the coarse, chemical dust before returning to your folds. 

He rubbed the powder directly onto your clit and into your opening, the gritty texture creating a new, sharp kind of friction that made your breath hitch. 

Then, he leaned down and snorted the substance right off your skin, the vacuum of his intake creating a deep, hollowed out sensation that made your internal walls pulse with a rhythmic need.

The realisation of what he was doing, using your body as the very altar for his vices, sent you into a feral state of desperation. 

"Fuck, Pindaaaaaaaa!" you screamed, your fingers clawing at the silk as you lost the last of your composure. 

He responded by lapping at you with a renewed vigour, his tongue flicking against your clit with a precision that was terrifying in its intensity. He gave a small, sharp nip to your swollen bud, the sting of his teeth sending you over a mini precipice of pleasure that made you arch off the bed, trapped between the leather belt and the heat of his mouth, finally accepting that you were exactly where you belonged.

You knew you were close, the pressure in your lower belly tightening into a coil that threatened to shatter any moment now. 

Your internal walls were clenching around nothing but air, pulsing in a desperate void because Pinda had pulled back yet again. 

He hovered just inches from your weeping centre, letting out a chuckle that vibrated through the silk sheets. 

"You're such a desperate fucking whore," he rasped, making your blood sing with a shameful want. 

He leaned in again, his tongue moving in a slow wet circle around your clit. He moaned against your cunt, the sound a muffled vibration that traveled straight to your womb, making you buck your hips in a silent plea for the friction to never end.

"My whore," he corrected himself, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your hood just enough to make you sob. 

Suddenly, he reached for your bound wrists, the leather belt creaking as he unbuckled it with a swift jerk and turned you around. You let out a long, ragged sigh of relief as the pressure left your skin, your arms falling limp against the pillows, hoping against hope that he might finally be merciful. 

But as you opened your heavy, hooded eyes to take in his disheveled form, you realised mercy was the last thing on his mind. 

Pinda looked like a god of the underworld caught in the throes of a fever, his face was flushed, his jaw set in a line of absolute carnal hunger. His chest was heaving, the thick cords of muscle in his torso glistening with a fine sheen of sweat that caught the moonlight. Below his waist, the massive, unyielding bulge beneath his slacks was straining toward you, a testament to the fact that he was struggling just as much as you were.

He climbed onto the bed with the predatory grace of a panther, his weight making the mattress dip as he crawled toward you. You backed into the pillows, your breath hitching at the feral, unhinged look in his hazy brown eyes. 

Before you could speak, he grabbed your arm and yanked you forward into a kiss that felt like a collision. You tasted yourself on his lips, the salty, sweet nectar of your own release mixed with the metallic, sharp tang of power that always clung to his tongue. It was a sloppy, teeth clashed against teeth, and your tongues fought for dominance in a frantic war that left you gasping for air.

He eventually broke the kiss, his breathing ragged and hot against your mouth, before he gently pushed you back into the mattress. 

Your entire body was a live wire, humming with an anticipation that made your skin feel too tight for your bones. Without taking his eyes off yours, he reached for the mahogany nightstand, his fingers closing around the cold, heavy steel of his handgun. He tucked the barrel under your chin, the chilled metal acting as a sharp contrast to your feverish skin as he tilted your face up to his.

His lips were only a breath away from yours, his dark stubble grazing your mouth as he whispered the question that was more of a brand than an inquiry. 

"Who do you belong to?" 

You felt a wicked spark of rebellion ignite in your chest.

You knew that grating on his nerves was a dangerous game but the reward was a bruising intensity that you craved more than air. You smirked against his lips, your hands moving up to the nape of his neck, your fingers tangling in the soft, dark hair there. You knew it was his weak spot and you squeezed just enough to make his eyes flicker with a dangerous light.

"Why?" you teased. "If I don't answer, will you shoot me?" 

Pinda let out a short chuckle that sounded more like a growl. "No," he murmured, the barrel of the gun sliding slowly down the column of your throat. "I'm going to do something much worse." 

You watched as the cold, black barrel began to trace a slow path along your body. The steel was freezing, sending a violent wave of goosebumps erupting over your flushed skin, marking the trail of his possessiveness. 

You weren't scared, you knew this man would burn the world to ashes before he let a single hair on your head be harmed.

But you also knew that in the sanctuary of this bed, he fucked you as if he hated you, as if he wanted to break you apart and rebuild you in his own image and you loved every second of it. 

The gun moved lower, tracing the valley between your heaving breasts. He paused there, the cold metal resting against your sternum before he used the barrel to lift one breast upward. He leaned down, his mouth replacing the steel as he latched onto your nipple, suckling with a deep hunger. You let out a high pitched moan, your nails digging into his scalp as the combination of the freezing metal and his scorching mouth sent you spiralling.

The gun continued its descent, the barrel circling your belly button, making your stomach muscles contract. 

It was an execution of your senses. 

Then, he moved the weapon lower, the steel sliding between your parted thighs until it reached the soaked, weeping opening of your cunt. He used the barrel to part your drenched folds, the cold metal slicking with your juices as he explored the exterior of your most sensitive parts. 

The contrast was staggering, the icy, lifeless steel and the hot, pulsing reality of your desire.

Without a second's warning, he plunged the gun deep into you, the barrel disappearing into your warm, velvety walls. 

You let out a piercing scream of pure overstimulation, your head tossing back against the headboard as your body went rigid. The sensation was unlike anything you had ever felt. The gun was hard, unforgiving, and freezing and your pussy was so desperate for friction that your walls clenched hard against the metal, instinctively trying to suck the weapon deeper into your heat. 

Pinda felt the pulse of your internal muscles and let out a triumphant, animalistic laugh.

He released your nipple with a wet pop, his eyes fixed on the sight of the dark steel disappearing into your reddened, pulsing cunt. 

"God, you crazy bitch," he rasped, his voice thick with a mixture of awe and pride. 

You looked up at him through a haze of tears and pleasure, your lips curling into a defiant, broken sneer. 

"Not more than you, asshole," you choked out, your voice trembling with the force of the climax that was beginning to roar in your ears. 

His eyes darkened until the brown was entirely gone, replaced by a bottomless, midnight void of lust. He pulled you in for another crushing, desperate kiss, his mouth devouring yours as he began to move the gun. 

He pumped the barrel in and out of you with a slowly, the cold steel sliding against your oversensitized walls. Every thrust was a sharp shock of pleasure that made your vision spot with white light, his thumb reaching down to rub your clit while the barrel continued its invasion. 

You were a map of his violence and his love and right now, the two were indistinguishable.

The friction of the gun was different from his fingers or his cock, it was a relentless, unyielding weight that forced your walls to stretch and accommodate its presence. You felt the cold metal heating up as it moved inside you, absorbing the temperature of your velvet walls until it felt like a part of your own body. 

Pinda's movements became more frantic, his breath coming in thuds against your neck as he watched the way you took in his weapon.

The internal pressure was mounting again, a white hot coil of lightning tightening in the very center of your womb. You were on the precipice of a violent release and the sensation was so profound you felt as though you might shatter into a thousand shimmering shards right there on the silk.

You were close, dangerously close and a desperate part of your mind decided that if Pinda dared to deny you this orgasm, if he dared to pull back now, you would truly be the death of him.

But you had spoken too soon, underestimating the sadistic streak that fuelled his brand of devotion. He abruptly stopped the pumping of his gun, leaving the cold steel stationary and buried deep within your velvet walls. The sudden lack of movement made you let out a cry of pure frustration, your back arching off the mattress as you sought the movement that had been your lifeline. 

You reached up, your fingers tangling into his dark, silken hair and tugging sharply, a violent demand for him to continue, making him hiss as his head was snapped back.

You were met with a wide, triumphant grin that split his rugged face, his hazy brown eyes glittering with unholy amusement.

"Fuck you," you choked out.

Pinda let out a bark of a laugh, the sound vibrating against your skin.

"Yeah? Why don't you?" he challenged as he began to withdraw the gun from your cunt. The sensation of the cold metal sliding out of your tight, weeping pussy was a sensory execution, leaving you feeling hollow and bereft. You let out a broken whimper as the last of the steel left your body, your internal walls pulsing in the sudden void.

As you lay there, trembling and exposed, he brought the barrel of the gun to his lips, as he slowly licked the glistening evidence of your arousal clean from the dark steel, without breaking eye contact. His tongue made broad, wet strokes, tasting your nectar with a reverence that made your thighs clench instinctively.

Then, with a sudden shift in energy, he began to back away, his heavy weight leaving the mattress as he stood at the edge of the bed. You felt the loss of his heat immediately, the cool draft of the loft hitting your damp skin and making you shiver. 

"Where the fuck are you going?" you demanded, your voice cracking as you tried to pull yourself toward him, your body screaming for the contact he had just stolen. You felt raw, discarded and more desperate than you had ever been in your life, your hands clawing at the rumpled silk sheets.

"Finally giving you what you've been begging for," he rasped.

He reached for the button of his slacks, his fingers moving with an uncharacteristic haste that betrayed his own mounting desperation. As he shoved the dark fabric down his thighs, his cock sprang free and the sight of it made the air leave your lungs in a sharp hiss, the tip already glistening with a heavy bead of precum.

He lunged back onto the bed, his knees framing your hips as he positioned himself. He aligned his thick, pulsing head to your drenched folds and plunged in deep with one powerful thrust. You let out a piercing scream as he buried himself to the hilt, the sensation of his hot, living flesh replacing the cold steel of the gun with a violence that made you blank out.

He didn't pause to let you adjust, he was a man possessed, driven by a hunger that had been simmering for hours. He grabbed your legs, hoisting them upward until your knees were pinned back and your heels were resting firmly on his broad, corded shoulders. The position opened you up completely, tilting your pelvis at an angle that allowed him to hit the very deepest, most sensitive parts of your cervix with every brutal, uncompromising drive of his hips.

He began to pound into you relentlessly, his movements hard and fast, the sheer force of his thrusts making the heavy mahogany bed groan and creak under the strain. Every time he bottomed out inside you, your entire body jolled, your head tossing back and forth against the pillows as you sobbed his name. He was systematically erasing everything you had ever known about pleasure.

As he hammered into you, his upper body descended, his lips finding your aching, sensitive breasts once more. He was kneading your soft flesh with his large hands, his mouth latching onto your nipples to suck and bite with a desperate intensity. He began to leave a trail of dark, possessive hickeys across your chest and neck, branding you as his in the dark.

Your nails snatched down the length of his back, drawing blood as you fought to stay grounded in the storm of sensation he was inflicting upon you. You were so close, the coil in your belly vibrating at a frequency that was almost unbearable.

"You like that, don't you?" he growled against your skin, his voice a muffled vibration. "You like being fucked like the little whore you are." 

You bucked your hips against his, meeting his violence with an energy of your own, your internal walls milking his thick length with every stroke. 

"Yes, Pinda! More! Please!" you screamed.

He increased the pace, his thrusts becoming short, sharp and punishing. He gripped your hips with such force that his fingers left bruises, his chest heaving against yours as he prepared to surrender his own control. 

You felt the first shocks of the climax beginning to tear through your frame, an explosion of light that started at your core and radiated to your very fingertips. You were shattering, your body arching into a beautiful line of release.

At the exact moment you felt your world collapse, Pinda let out a loud, animalistic roar. He drove into you one last time, his body going rigid as he began to spill into you, a hot, thick tide of his own surrender flooding your depths.

You both came at the same time, the synchronicity of the release creating a sensory overload that was almost too much for the human heart to bear. You felt the violent pulses of his cock inside you and your internal walls milking him with a desperation that prolonged the agony of his release.

Even as the waves of the climax were still tearing through both of you, he kept fucking you, his movements only slightly slower but no less deep. He was pushing through the hypersensitivity of the afterglow, his cock still hard and pulsing within your weeping walls. 

He wanted to drain you of every last drop of your strength, to keep you suspended in this state of holy ruin until there was nothing left of you but his name. You were sobbing, your body trembling with the aftershocks, yet you found yourself reaching for him, pulling him even deeper.

The loft was silent save for the wet slapping of skin on skin and the heavy thuds of your combined breathing. The moonlight caught the sheen of sweat on his back as he continued driving into you, his face buried in the crook of your neck. 

You were drowning in him, a slave to the madness and the love that radiated from his massive frame and you never wanted to be found.

Eventually, the frantic energy began to settle into a heavy, honeyed exhaustion, though he still hadn't pulled away. He remained buried deep inside you, his weight a grounding force that pinned you to the silk. He leaned up on his elbows, his hazy brown eyes looking down at you with an adoration that made your pulse skip a beat. He looked at you as if you were the only thing in the universe that mattered, the only prize he had ever truly won.

He reached down, his thumb tracing the line of your lower lip. You thought it was over, that he would finally pull you into his arms and let the darkness take you both into a well earned sleep.

But then you felt him stir. His cock, still buried deep within you, gave a sudden, thick throb that sent a shockwave straight to your womb. You felt him begin to grow even harder inside you, his internal muscles tightening as he prepared for another round. 

Your eyes flew open, meeting his gaze and you saw the predatory glint return to his eyes. 

He wasn't finished. 

Not even close. 

He leaned down, his lips grazing your ear as he whispered the words that would keep you awake for the rest of the night.

"I'm not even close to done with you, love."

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