“Liar,” he chuckled, dark and low, slipping two fingers beneath the thong to plunge into her cunt, the intrusion rough and perfect, her walls clenching around him as a wildfire erupted in her veins. “This pussy’s dripping for me. You’ve wanted my fingers fucking you raw since our first fight.” He curled them inside her, hitting that spot that made her cry out, her body bucking against the glass, the danger of being seen only heightening the ecstasy.
“Shut up and make me cum,” she demanded, her voice breaking as he worked her harder, his thumb circling her clit with merciless precision, the pressure building to a shattering edge. But just as she neared the brink, he pulled out, leaving her gasping, her body aching with denial. “Bastard,” she hissed, straining against the tie, her tits heaving with every ragged breath.
“Not yet, angel,” he taunted, stepping back to shed his jacket and shirt, revealing a chest of hard planes and scars—a roadmap of a life lived on the edge. He pulled a small black box from his pocket, flipping it open to reveal a sleek silver vibrator and a pair of nipple clamps, their cruel metal teeth glinting in the dim light. Her eyes widened, a flicker of fear mixing with the lust that threatened to drown her. “You wanna play hardball?” he asked, his voice a dangerous caress as he approached, clamping the first device onto her right nipple, the sharp bite of pain morphing into a dark, pulsing pleasure as she bit her lip to stifle a scream. “Then let’s play.”
The second clamp bit down, and she couldn’t hold back the moan, her body arching as he flicked on the vibrator, the low hum a sinister promise as he trailed it down her stomach, over the lace, pressing it hard against her clit. The sensation was electric, a torment that had her thighs quaking, her bound hands useless as she writhed against the glass. “Jace, fuck, please,” she begged, the words slipping out before she could stop them, her pride crumbling under the relentless assault on her senses.
“That’s it, baby,” he growled, his free hand spanking her ass with a sharp crack, the sting blending with the vibration until she was a trembling mess, her cunt throbbing with the need for release. “Beg for it. Beg for my dick to stretch that tight little pussy while I make you shatter.” He pulled the thong aside, dragging the vibrator along her slick folds, teasing her entrance before pushing it inside, the stretch and buzz a brutal combination that drove her to the edge.
“I’m gonna—fuck, I’m gonna cum!” she cried, her voice a desperate wail as he spanked her again, harder, the pain and pleasure colliding in a cataclysmic wave. But just as she teetered on the precipice, he yanked the vibrator free, tossing it aside as he unbuckled his belt with a metallic clink that echoed in the charged silence.
“Not without me,” he said, his voice raw with need as he freed his cock—thick, veiny, a beast of raw power that made her mouth water even as her body screamed for relief. He gripped her hips, positioning himself at her entrance, the head of his dick teasing her soaking cunt. “Say it, Ryder. Say you need me to fuck you.”
She bit her lip, defiance warring with desperation, but the ache was too much, the emptiness unbearable. “I need it,” she whispered, hating herself for the submission but craving the destruction he promised. “Fuck me, Jace. Now.”
With a primal groan, he thrust into her, his cock filling her pussy with a brutal stretch that tore a scream from her throat, the glass cool against her tits as he pounded into her, each stroke a claim, a punishment, a fucking revelation. The city below watched as he ravaged her, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise, one sliding up to tug on the nipple clamps, the pain a sharp counterpoint to the pleasure of his dick hitting every nerve inside her. “Christ, you’re tight,” he grunted, his pace relentless, sweat slicking their skin as the scent of sex and power filled the air. “This cunt was made for me to wreck.”
She couldn’t speak, couldn’t think, her body a live wire of sensation as he reached around to rub her clit, the overstimulation sending her spiraling. “Cum for me, angel,” he commanded, his voice a dark growl as he slapped her ass again, the sting pushing her over the edge. Her orgasm hit like a freight train, her pussy clenching around his cock, waves of ecstasy crashing through her as she screamed his name, the tie on her wrists chafing as she thrashed against the glass.
He didn’t stop, didn’t slow, his thrusts harder, deeper, chasing his own release as he yanked the clamps off, the sudden rush of blood to her nipples making her gasp through the aftershocks. “Fuck, I’m gonna fill you up,” he warned, his voice strained, and with a final, punishing thrust, he came, hot spurts of cum flooding her cunt, his growl of satisfaction vibrating through her as they both panted, spent but still hungry.