This story contains graphic sexual content, explicit language, themes of power imbalance, non-consensual undertones, and manipulation. Reader discretion is advised. All characters depicted in sexual scenarios are consenting adults aged 18 or older. This story is intended for mature audiences only. If these themes are uncomfortable, consider exploring other content.
Lizzy woke with a jolt, the sudden surge of need tearing through her like a wave. It started deep, coiling in her belly, rising to her throat, leaving her trembling under the sheets. Her chest heaved in uneven breaths, eyes fluttering open to the dim, silent room. Smith lay beside her, still, his breathing calm, the steady rhythm mocking her while her body throbbed with desperation.
The hunger inside her wasn’t just an ache—it gnawed at her, relentless, all-consuming. It wasn’t emptiness. It wasn’t even the sharp edge of starvation. It was something deeper, something that erased who she was. Only Smith could satisfy it, only he could fill the void that pulsed through her every nerve.
Her hand drifted over her stomach, fingers tracing the hollow beneath her ribs. Her breath hitched as the need deepened, coiling tighter in her gut. Throat dry, she swallowed hard, slipping quietly from the bed. The cool air wrapped around her as her bare feet touched the floor, the weight of her hunger pulling her toward the bathroom.
Barefoot, she padded to the bathroom, legs trembling as though they could barely hold her. The cold tile underfoot jolted her just enough to center her focus.
Her hands gripped the sink, cold porcelain biting into her palms. She hesitated, feeling the pulse of desperation in her chest, before lifting her gaze to the mirror.
The woman staring back seemed like a stranger.
The woman staring back at her was flawless. Smooth skin, sculpted body, beauty that looked so perfect it felt obscene. Would Leo even recognize me now? The thought drifted in, unbidden. She could almost picture his face, eyes wide with shock at seeing what she had become. He'd never understand this life, she thought, her chest tightening. He’d try to save me, pull me away. But she wasn’t the same Lizzy anymore. The hunger inside her was too strong, and Ben’s world—her old world—felt too far away now. She blinked, and the reflection blinked back, mocking her. It reminded her what she had become—what Smith had made her into.
Her fingers slid over her breasts, sinking into the soft flesh, searching for some connection. Nothing. She traced the curve of her waist, feeling the hollow space beneath her ribs. It was all numb. Her body no longer belonged to her; it was reshaped for his desires, a vessel, hollowed out, aching with a need she couldn’t control. She stared at the reflection, trying to find some piece of herself underneath it all, but the hunger drowned everything else out.
She needed him. She needed to be filled.
Her body moved on its own, each step back to the bed heavy with the weight of her desire. As she reached the bedroom, her breath hitched—Smith was sitting up, his expression dark, her phone in his hand. Her heart stopped.
"Leo?," Smith said quietly, his gaze flicking between the screen and her face. The missed calls and messages from her brother glowed brightly in the dim room, accusing her. Lizzy's throat tightened. "He’s my brother," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Smith’s eyes lingered on the phone for a moment longer before he set it down gently on the nightstand. A small smile tugged at his lips, though his eyes remained cool and calculating. "Your brother? You didn’t think to mention that you had a protective brother desperately trying to reach you?" His tone was light, but there was an edge to it that made Lizzy’s stomach knot.
Lizzy swallowed hard, sinking onto the edge of the bed. "He doesn’t know about this. About me. He wouldn’t understand." She hesitated, feeling the words stick in her throat. "After our parents died, Leo took care of me. He’s always been… protective. Too protective." Her voice cracked slightly, and she stared at the floor, avoiding Smith’s gaze. "He’s all I’ve got left, but he wouldn’t understand this life."
Smith’s smile widened slightly, though it still didn’t reach his eyes. "Ben's a loose end," he thought, though he didn’t say it aloud. Instead, he leaned closer to her, his tone softening, coaxing. "You’re wrong, Lizzy. He’ll understand—eventually. He just needs time to see things our way." He reached out, brushing his fingers along her cheek, the touch both tender and possessive. "You’ve changed, yes, but for the better. You’re becoming who you were always meant to be."
Lizzy felt a shiver run down her spine at his words. She wanted to believe him—needed to believe him. Her chest tightened with guilt, but it was quickly overwhelmed by the familiar pull of desire. Smith had a way of making everything feel so simple, so inevitable. He would take care of everything. Leo would understand, he had to.
Smith’s voice remained steady, reassuring. "We’ll deal with him later. There’s no need to worry right now. Focus on me, on us. This is your life now, Lizzy. You belong here." His hand moved to her neck, his thumb brushing her pulse, which quickened at his touch. "And soon, Leo will see that too."
The tension inside Lizzy began to unravel, replaced by an all-consuming need. The mention of her brother faded into the background as her body responded to Smith’s closeness. She felt the familiar heat rising within her, her desire for him drowning out the fear and uncertainty. She needed him. Wanted him. More than anything.
Her eyes flickered up to meet his, and in that moment, she was his completely. "You’re right," she breathed, her voice trembling with anticipation. "He’ll understand. He has to."
Smith’s smile turned predatory, sensing her shift, knowing exactly where her thoughts were leading. His hand slid down her body, fingers grazing the curve of her waist, his touch sending electric shivers through her. "And what do you understand, Lizzy?" he murmured, his voice low, coaxing her deeper into submission.
Her lips parted, her breath shallow, as her body leaned into him, craving his touch. "That I belong to you," she whispered, her voice thick with need. "I need you, Smith… please. I can’t… I can't think of anything else."
Smith’s hand slipped lower, teasing the edge of her thigh, pulling her closer, his grip firm. "Good," he growled softly, his eyes darkening as he claimed her attention fully. "Then show me how much you need me. Beg for it."
Lizzy’s body trembled with raw hunger, her pulse quickening as his words washed over her, pushing her deeper into that familiar spiral of want. She couldn’t hold back anymore—the longing was too intense, too consuming. "Please, Smith," she whimpered, her voice desperate and breathless, "I need you inside me. I need you to fuck me, please... I’ll do anything."
“You can have what you need,” he said, his tone flat. “But you’ll work for it.”
Her breath hitched, body shivering as she pushed herself to stand, legs trembling, unsteady. Her body moved without thinking, driven by a need so fierce it consumed her. Slowly, she climbed onto the bed, knees shaking as she straddled him. The sheets shifted beneath her as she hovered above him, her body trembling with anticipation. His eyes stayed on her, detached, indifferent, feeding the fire inside her. The sight of him beneath her, so calm, so unmoved, only made her burn hotter, the hunger twisting into something unbearable.
She stood over him, trying to steady herself, but her whole body vibrated with need. Her hand reached down, shaking as she grabbed the base of his cock, guiding it to her entrance. She could barely control herself, her touch betraying how frantic she was, how badly she needed him. The tip of his cock brushed against her slick opening, and a jolt shot through her body, her breath catching in her throat.
Slowly, painfully slowly, she began to lower herself, feeling every inch of him as he stretched her open. Her walls tightened around him, her body trembling as she took him deeper. “Fuuuuuuck,” she gasped, her voice ragged as the pressure built, her legs barely holding her weight. Inch by inch, he filled her, but it still wasn’t enough. It was never enough.
Her hips began to move, rolling in slow, deliberate circles as she adjusted to his size, her breath coming in short, needy gasps. Each movement sent another wave of sensation through her, but the hunger gnawing at her insides only sharpened. “Yeeesssss,” she moaned, voice shaky as she tried to find some relief, her body aching for more.
Her pace quickened, her hands gripping his chest for balance as she rode him harder, faster. Desperation fueled her movements, hips slamming down against him, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room. But even as she moved, even as she gasped for air, it wasn’t enough. The hunger inside her was relentless, tearing at her with each thrust.
Her breath came in ragged bursts, her nails digging into his skin as she fucked him, her body chasing something just out of reach. “Fuuuuck… fuck… fuck…” she whimpered, her voice cracking, her thighs quivering as the edge of release teased her, just out of her grasp.
And then, it hit.
Her orgasm ripped through her like a lightning strike, her walls clenching tight around his cock as her back arched. “Ohhhh God… Yeeeesssss!” she cried out, her voice raw, the pleasure tearing through her, violent and overwhelming. Her legs shook, her whole body trembling as she rode out the waves of ecstasy, her breath coming in shallow, broken moans. But even then, it wasn’t enough. It never was.
Smith’s fingers dug into her hips, hard and unyielding, as he pulled her off him with effortless force. Before she could catch her breath, he flipped her onto the bed, her body barely settling into the sheets before he slammed into her without warning, filling her completely.
Her body responded instantly, a sharp cry tearing from her lips as her head hit the pillow. "Fuuuuuuck!" she moaned, eyes rolling back as the shock of his invasion overwhelmed her. He didn’t slow. No hesitation, no pause for her to adjust. Each thrust was deliberate, vicious, his cock pounding into the deepest parts of her, hitting that spot that made her see stars. She felt like she was being split apart, her body stretching to accommodate him, but the pain was drowned in the intoxicating pleasure of being filled again.
Her fingers clawed at the sheets, legs wrapping tightly around him, locking him in place as she surrendered to the rhythm of his thrusts. Her mind was gone, her body acting on pure instinct, driven by the primal need to have him inside her, to be completely consumed by him. "Yeeesssss, fuuuuck me!" she cried out, her voice cracking with raw need. The sound of her own desperate moans filled the room, louder and more frantic as her second orgasm coiled tight inside her, a live wire about to snap.
When it hit, it was like a dam breaking. A flood of sensation slammed into her, drowning her. Her body convulsed, walls tightening like a vise around his cock as her back arched off the bed. Her mouth opened in a scream, but no sound came out at first—just a silent, trembling gasp as her vision blurred. The intensity of her climax swallowed her whole, wave after wave crashing through her until she was nothing but sensation.
But Smith wasn’t done. Not even close.
He kept going, thrusting faster, harder, pushing her beyond the edge. Every nerve in her body was on fire, burning with pleasure so intense it was almost unbearable. She couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but hold on and take him. "Ohhhhh God! Yeeessss!" she screamed, her voice a broken mess of moans and pleas. It was too much. Too much. But she didn’t want him to stop. She never wanted him to stop.
Finally, with one last brutal thrust, he came inside her. Lizzy felt the warmth flood her, his cum filling her completely, and with it came a wave of satisfaction so deep it nearly broke her. The hunger that had consumed her for so long, gnawing at her insides, was gone. In its place was a warmth, a fullness, a sense of completeness that made her feel whole again.
Her body shuddered violently, her own climax exploding in the wake of his. "Fuuuuuck, ohhhhhh!" she moaned, her voice loud, uncontrolled, body trembling beneath him as the final waves of pleasure tore through her. She collapsed back onto the bed, spent, limbs weak, her mind blissfully blank.
Smith pulled out of her slowly, leaving Lizzy spread out on the bed, her body still quivering, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. The warmth of him inside her, the solid weight of his body pressing down on hers, vanished in an instant. A chill crept in, taking its place, sinking into her skin. She lay motionless, every muscle limp, her mind hazy and unfocused from the overwhelming release.
He stood at the edge of the bed, his eyes cold and distant as he looked down at her, no warmth, no affection—just possession. Lizzy’s body felt heavy, sinking into the mattress, the brief satisfaction already beginning to fade as she realized the truth of his gaze. He wasn’t looking at her like a person. She was just something to be used.
“You’re mine,” Smith said, his voice cutting through the stillness. It wasn’t a question. It was a fact. His tone was clinical, detached, like he was stating something obvious. “Remember that.”
The words sliced through the air, sending a shiver down her spine. She nodded, her eyes fluttering shut, trying to block out the harshness in his voice. Her mind was still foggy, swimming in the afterglow of the pleasure he’d given her, but somewhere in the haze, she understood. She belonged to him. The pleasure, the release—it was his to give. His to take away.
“I built you for my pleasure,” he said, his voice slow, deliberate. “You’re my fuck doll.”
The words hit her like a punch, but she didn’t flinch. She couldn’t. The truth of it had already sunk deep into her bones, a reality she’d accepted long before she even understood it. Lizzy nodded again, her body numb, the hunger already starting to stir deep inside her, an itch she knew would never go away for long. She could still feel his cum inside her, a strange comfort in the hollowing emptiness that followed every release. But she knew it wouldn’t last. It never did.
Smith turned, walking out of the room without another word. The door clicked softly shut behind him, leaving her alone in the dark. She stared up at the ceiling, her heart pounding in her chest, her body too heavy to move. His cum still filled her, the warmth fading, but the feeling of being used, of being his, lingered. It wrapped around her like a blanket, suffocating but oddly comforting. Somewhere deep down, she knew it was wrong. But she didn’t care. She’d do anything to feel that way again.
The hunger was already returning, creeping up from deep inside her. She lay still, aching for him, waiting, needing him to come back. The fleeting moment of fullness was slipping away, leaving behind the gnawing emptiness. And she knew it wouldn’t be long before the need consumed her again. When it did, she would beg for him. Just like before.
Because she was his. And she would always need him.
The hours blurred, the weight of their encounter lingering in the air. By the time they sat for lunch, the stillness was deafening. The clink of cutlery and the low hum of the machinery were the only sounds, but to Lizzy, the silence was suffocating.
Lizzy sat across from Smith at the long table, her eyes fixed on him as he ate. He didn’t look at her, didn’t acknowledge her. Just sat there, his attention locked on the tablet beside his plate, his expression detached.
Every glance at him, so indifferent, so distant, made her insides twist tighter. His silence felt louder with each second that passed, a quiet rejection that only sharpened the ache inside her. She couldn’t wait any longer. She needed him. Now. Her hand slid under the table, fingers pressing against her slick cunt. She bit her lip, squirming in her chair as her fingers rubbed against her clit, trying to ease the unbearable ache. But it wasn’t enough. It never was.
“Please,” she whispered, her voice so soft it was almost swallowed by the hum of the room, but it felt like a scream breaking the silence. “I need you to fuck me again.”
Smith’s eyes flicked up, his fork pausing mid-bite. His gaze hardened instantly, a cold edge creeping into his expression as he set the fork down and leaned back in his chair. He didn’t speak. Just watched her. His eyes narrowed as she shifted, fingers still working under the table, desperate for some kind of release. But no matter how hard she tried, it wasn’t enough.
Smith rose from the table with an air of quiet dominance, his eyes cutting through Lizzy with a cold intensity. He hadn’t said a word throughout the meal, and she had squirmed under the weight of his silence, her breath coming in shallow, shaky bursts. Her fingers twitched beneath the table, desperate for a release she knew wouldn’t come unless he permitted it. That was the game—his game. He was in control, always.
Without looking at her, he spoke, his voice flat and commanding. “Upstairs.”
Her heart skipped, and before she could think, her body obeyed, almost as if wired to follow his commands. In truth, it was. He had made sure of that.
Lizzy's legs trembled as she followed him up the stairs, the tension in her body already spiraling. Each step sent a fresh pulse of need through her, a need he had cultivated carefully, deliberately. By the time they reached the bedroom, her skin felt like it was on fire.
Without turning, Smith gestured toward the bed. “Strip.”
Her clothes fell to the floor without hesitation, and in moments she was naked, vulnerable, laid out before him. The ropes bit into her wrists as he tied her to the bedposts—firm but not cruel—just enough to remind her of her place. The cool air kissed her bare skin, a stark contrast to the heat growing inside her. She could feel herself already slick with need, but that didn’t matter. It wouldn’t matter until he decided it did.
Smith circled the bed like a predator assessing his prey, his eyes raking over her exposed form. His gaze lingered on her chest, where her nipples had hardened, a telltale sign of how ready her body was, how desperate she had become under his control. Lizzy’s thighs pressed together, aching for some kind of friction, but there was none. Only his eyes. Watching. Waiting.
“Please,” she whispered, her voice trembling with the weight of her need. “I need you…”
He chuckled, low and dark, his amusement cutting through her plea. “Need?” He stopped near her head, leaning down until his breath was hot against her ear. “You don’t get to need. You exist to take what I give you.”
Her body reacted instantly to his words, a moan escaping her lips as his fingers trailed down her side, teasing the curve of her waist but giving her nothing substantial. He knew exactly how to push her, how to draw out her desperation until it became a physical ache.
Lizzy's hips bucked, her body begging for more contact, more of him, but Smith was in no rush. He never was. His patience was maddening.
“Control yourself,” he said, his voice a cool whisper against the tension in the room. His hand hovered just above her, making her squirm even more, but he didn’t touch her. “Your body belongs to me. I decide when you get what you want.”
She gasped, her back arching off the bed as her wrists strained against the ropes. “I can’t… I need it. I need you to fuck me.”
Smith’s eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction. He loved to see her like this—on the edge, teetering between desire and frustration. But he wouldn’t give in to her pleas so easily. Not yet.
He climbed onto the bed, his body hovering over hers, watching her writhe beneath him, her skin flushed, her breath coming in ragged bursts. She tried to lift her hips toward him, seeking any form of contact, but he held her still, his hands pressing her down, controlling every movement.
Then, without warning, his hand slid between her legs, fingers grazing her slick folds. The touch was light, too light. Just enough to make her gasp, but not enough to relieve the ache building inside her.
“Please…” she whimpered, her voice shaky. “I need more… I need you…”
Smith’s fingers traced back up her thigh, deliberate and slow, teasing her as he always did. “You’ll get more when I say so,” he murmured, his voice low, almost mocking. “You exist for me, nothing else.”
His hand returned between her legs, slipping inside her this time, but only just. He pushed his fingers in shallowly, teasing her walls as they clenched around him, instinctively trying to pull him deeper. Lizzy’s head fell back against the pillows, her breath coming out in short, desperate gasps.
“I can take it,” she whispered, her hips grinding down against his hand. “Please… I can take everything.”
A dark smirk tugged at Smith’s lips. “You’ll take everything I give you,” he growled, leaning down, his lips brushing against her ear. “You’re not even close to full.”
With that, he positioned himself at her entrance, his cock hard and ready. But instead of giving her what she so desperately wanted, he pushed in agonizingly slowly, inch by inch, making her feel every stretch, every movement.
“Fuuuuck… yesssss…” Lizzy gasped, her body trembling beneath him as he slid deeper, filling her with deliberate, torturous slowness. Her walls clenched around him, greedy for more, but Smith held back, controlling the pace, drawing out her torment.
He didn’t slam into her, didn’t give her the rough, fast thrusts her body was begging for. Instead, he kept the pace slow, his eyes locked on her face, watching every twitch, every gasp, every moan that spilled from her lips.
“Is this what you wanted?” he murmured, his breath hot against her neck as he pushed in deeper, his hips pressing against hers. “Is this what you’ve been begging for?”
Lizzy’s nails dug into the sheets, her body straining against the ropes, trembling with need. “Yeeesssss… please… I need more…”
Smith pulled back, his cock sliding out of her, leaving her gasping and empty. “You’ll get more,” he said, his voice dark and amused. “When I decide you’ve earned it.”
Then, without warning, he thrust back into her, hard, filling her completely in one brutal motion. Lizzy cried out, her body jerking as pleasure exploded through her, her back arching off the bed, her entire body seizing around him.
Smith groaned, his thrusts deep and deliberate now, each one pushing her closer to the edge. His grip tightened on her hips as he pounded into her, his cock driving into her with unrelenting force. He could feel her tightening around him, her body shaking uncontrollably as she reached the brink.
And then she broke, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave, her walls clamping down hard around him as her body convulsed. “Ohhhhhh God… Yeeessssss…
Fuuuuuck…!” she cried, her body shuddering beneath him as the pleasure ripped through her, leaving her gasping for air.
Smith groaned as he felt her tightening around him, pulling him over the edge. He came hard, filling her with his release, his grip on her hips bruising as he buried himself deep inside her. His cock pulsed as he spilled into her, hot and thick, the warmth spreading inside her.
Lizzy moaned softly, her body trembling with the aftershocks, her belly feeling heavy, full with his cum. She could feel it inside her, spreading, filling her completely.
Smith didn’t pull out right away. He stayed there, buried deep inside her, his cock still twitching as the last of his release spilled into her. He leaned down, his breath warm against her ear.
“You’re not full yet,” he muttered, his voice low, possessive, before finally pulling out, leaving her quivering beneath him, spent but still aching for more.
Smith finally pulled away, his body rising off the bed with an unsettling calm. Lizzy lay beneath him, her skin slick with sweat, her breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps. The fullness inside her, the way his cum spread warmth deep within her, made her squirm. Her body felt stretched, almost too full, but the hunger still lingered beneath it all. She wasn't done. Not even close.
Without a word, Smith stood and walked to the door, his footsteps slow and deliberate. Lizzy’s heart raced as he reached for the handle. Her voice caught in her throat. He was leaving. Leaving her tied, helpless, dripping with his release. She opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came. Her body trembled, anticipation and frustration warring inside her.
The door clicked shut behind him.
Lizzy let out a soft moan, her wrists straining against the ropes as she shifted, her skin brushing the cool sheets beneath her. She was too full, too tight, but it wasn’t enough. The weight of his cum inside her made her belly feel heavy, her core pulsing with the need for more. Her mind spun as she stared up at the ceiling, each second feeling like an eternity without him there.
She hated how much she craved him, how the thought of his return made her heart race despite everything he’d just done to her. Her thighs rubbed together, slick with the mess he’d left, her body betraying her again, aching for more even as it throbbed from the intensity of his first round.
Time crawled. She closed her eyes, trying to steady her breath, to stop her body from shaking. But her mind wouldn’t let go of the last few minutes—the way he’d filled her, the way he controlled her so effortlessly. And the worst part? How badly she still wanted him.
A creak echoed in the room as the door opened again. Lizzy’s eyes snapped open, her breath catching in her throat as Smith re-entered, his gaze as cold and calculated as ever. He hadn’t been gone long, but the silence had felt suffocating in his absence.
He didn’t speak as he approached the bed, his footsteps measured. Lizzy’s body reacted instantly, her skin prickling with anticipation, her breath quickening. Her heart thudded in her chest as he stood over her, his dark eyes taking her in once more.
"Did you think I was finished?" His voice was low, almost taunting. He placed one hand on her thigh, his thumb brushing the inside, teasing her already slick skin. Lizzy moaned softly, her hips instinctively lifting toward his touch, but Smith pressed her back down with a firm hand. “You’re too eager. You haven’t learned anything.”
Her chest heaved, her body trembling as his words cut through the haze of need clouding her mind. She tried to speak, to ask for what she wanted, but her throat was dry, her thoughts jumbled.
Smith smirked, amused by her struggle. "It’s not up to you." He leaned down, his lips hovering near her ear, his breath sending shivers down her spine. "You’re mine. You don’t get to decide when or how this ends."
A sharp jolt of heat shot through Lizzy’s core at his words, her body arching instinctively, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts. She was completely at his mercy, tied and helpless, and the reality of it made her ache with something darker, deeper.
Smith’s fingers slid between her legs, brushing over her swollen, slick folds, and she moaned, her back arching off the bed again. His touch was light, teasing, keeping her just on the edge without giving her what she truly craved.
“Still so wet for me,” he murmured, his voice dripping with amusement. “It’s pathetic how easily you fall apart.”
Lizzy whimpered, her hips bucking as he continued to torment her, his fingers barely grazing her, sending electric shocks of pleasure through her body. The pressure in her belly only intensified, the fullness becoming more unbearable as her need grew.
“Please…” she managed to whisper, her voice weak, trembling. “Please, I need more…”
Smith’s eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction. “You’ll get more,” he said, sliding his fingers inside her suddenly, deep and hard, making her gasp. “But only when I say so.”
Lizzy’s entire body shuddered as his fingers filled her, her muscles clenching around him, desperate to keep him inside. But just as quickly as he had entered her, he pulled away, leaving her aching, empty. A soft cry escaped her lips, her wrists pulling against the restraints in frustration.
Smith watched her for a moment, his gaze unrelenting, his fingers glistening with her arousal. Then, without a word, he undid his pants, his cock already hard again, ready to take her.
He positioned himself at her entrance, his tip brushing against her slick folds. Lizzy’s breath hitched, her entire body straining toward him, desperate for him to fill her again. The emptiness she felt was almost unbearable, her core throbbing, aching for release.
Smith thrust into her with one brutal stroke, filling her completely. Lizzy cried out, her body jerking violently against the ropes, her back arching off the bed as pleasure exploded through her. The force of his entry made her gasp, her eyes wide, her body trembling beneath him.
“Fuuuuck… yesssss…” she moaned, her voice shaking, her walls clenching around him, desperate to keep him inside her. The sensation was overwhelming, his cock stretching her, filling her to the brink.
Smith groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he pounded into her, hard and fast. Each thrust sent shockwaves through her body, pleasure and pain blurring together until she couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.
Her stomach churned with the weight of him inside her, the pressure from his previous release mixing with the fresh onslaught of sensation. Every thrust seemed to push her further toward the edge, the knot in her belly tightening with each brutal movement of his hips.
Lizzy’s breath came in short, desperate gasps as she felt herself spiraling, her body completely at his mercy. “Ohhh God… I can’t… I can’t take it…” she whimpered, but even as she said the words, she knew they weren’t true. She wanted more. Needed more.
Smith’s thrusts became harder, more erratic, his grip on her hips bruising as he slammed into her over and over, each stroke pushing her closer to the brink. Lizzy’s body shook violently beneath him, her muscles tightening, her breath catching in her throat.
And then, just as she thought she might shatter, he groaned deeply, his cock pulsing inside her as he came, filling her once again. The sensation was overwhelming, hot and thick, spreading deep inside her, mixing with the cum already inside her from before.
Lizzy moaned loudly, her body convulsing as the fullness overtook her, her walls clenching around him, milking him for every drop. She could feel him, feel every inch of him as he filled her completely, her body trembling with the force of it.
He stayed inside her for a moment, his body tense, his breath coming in harsh bursts. Lizzy’s chest rose and fell rapidly, her body shaking, her mind spinning from the intensity of it all.
When he finally pulled out, she felt empty again, despite the fact that her body was anything but. She could feel his cum inside her, thick and heavy, making her belly feel impossibly full. And still, despite everything, the need remained. It gnawed at her, deep and relentless.
Smith stood over her, his eyes cold and calculating as he looked down at her. Without a word, he turned and walked toward the door.
The door clicked shut, and the room fell into an oppressive silence. Lizzy’s body was trembling, tied down, every nerve on edge. She couldn’t shake the fullness inside her—his cum still warm and heavy in her belly, making her skin feel taut, stretched beyond comfort. Yet, the absence of his touch, the ache of emptiness where his cock had been, gnawed at her with a deeper, more primal need.
She twisted against the ropes, her wrists sore from the friction, her thighs sticky with his release, but it didn’t matter. She was too far gone, too deep in it now. The hunger inside her was all-consuming, and every beat of her heart echoed that craving. More. She needed more of him, despite how impossibly full she felt.
Her eyes drifted to the door, waiting for him. Would he leave her like this for hours? Days? The thought sent a shiver down her spine, both from fear and something darker that she didn’t want to admit. She hated how much she craved him. How much her body yearned for the torture only he could bring.
Minutes felt like hours, her pulse quickening with each passing second. She could still feel the aftershocks of his touch, the memory of his cock inside her, stretching her, filling her. But it wasn’t enough. She needed him again. Needed to be completely wrecked by him, to feel that intensity she had come to crave.
The door creaked open.
Her breath hitched. Smith stepped back inside, his presence immediately filling the room with a suffocating weight. He didn’t speak. He didn’t have to. His eyes were enough, scanning her naked, trembling form with cold detachment, taking in every inch of her—the swollen belly, the way his cum still dripped from her, wetting the sheets beneath her.
Lizzy’s heart pounded in her chest, her entire body tensing as he approached the bed, his gaze unrelenting. She hated the effect he had on her, how her thighs clenched together, desperate for friction the moment he stepped closer. She hated how she couldn’t hide the raw need etched into her every movement.
Smith paused at the edge of the bed, his fingers tracing a slow line from her ankle to her knee, barely a touch but enough to send a jolt of electricity up her spine. Lizzy bit her lip, trying to suppress a moan, but it was useless. Her body betrayed her, arching toward him, her skin prickling with anticipation.
“You’re leaking,” he muttered, his voice low and full of amusement. His fingers moved higher, brushing over her inner thigh, his touch featherlight, teasing. “And still… you want more.”
Lizzy whimpered, her hips shifting involuntarily, desperate for his hand to go higher, to finally touch her where she needed it most. But he only smirked, his fingers trailing over the ropes that bound her wrists, pulling them just tight enough to remind her of the power he held over her.
“You’re so pathetic,” Smith whispered, his mouth hovering just above her ear. “So needy. I’ve filled you twice now, and still, you beg for it.”
A shudder ran through Lizzy’s body, her breath catching in her throat. She wanted to deny it, to argue, but the truth of his words burned her. She was begging for it. She was desperate for more of him, no matter how full she already felt. The thought made her body clench, her stomach tightening as the ache between her legs grew unbearable.
“Please…” she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath. “Please…”
Smith’s fingers ghosted over her stomach, pressing down just enough to make her wince as the pressure inside her flared. “Look at you,” he said, his voice cold, clinical. “So full… and you’ll take more, won’t you?”
Lizzy’s breath hitched, her body trembling beneath him. She knew what he wanted to hear, and despite everything, she couldn’t stop the words from spilling from her lips. “Yes…” she whispered. “I’ll take more. Please… I need it…”
Smith smirked, his fingers tracing the outline of her distended belly, pressing down harder, making her gasp. “Good girl.”
He stepped back, undressing with slow, deliberate movements, his eyes never leaving hers. Lizzy’s heart raced, her pulse hammering in her ears as she watched him, her body already on fire from anticipation. Her muscles tensed, her skin alive with the sensation of being completely exposed, completely vulnerable to him.
Smith climbed onto the bed, his knees pressing against her inner thighs, spreading her legs wide as he positioned himself between them. Lizzy’s breath came in ragged bursts, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she felt the tip of his cock press against her swollen folds. Her body ached for him, every nerve screaming for release.
But Smith wasn’t in a hurry. He never was.
He teased her with his cock, sliding it over her wetness without entering, watching her squirm beneath him. Lizzy’s hips bucked, trying to force him inside, but he kept his movements controlled, deliberate, denying her the satisfaction she craved.
“Do you think you’ve earned this?” Smith murmured, his voice a low growl as he pushed just the tip inside her, the pressure making her moan.
“Yes… please…” Lizzy whimpered, her body trembling, her wrists straining against the ropes as she tried to pull him deeper. “I need it… I need you to fuck me…”
Smith smirked, thrusting into her in one brutal stroke, filling her completely. Lizzy cried out, her body arching off the bed, her muscles clenching around him as he stretched her, pushing against the cum already inside her. The pressure was overwhelming, her body trembling beneath the weight of it all.
“Fuuuuuck…” Lizzy moaned, her head falling back against the pillow as the sensation tore through her, her body spasming beneath him. Every inch of her felt tight, too tight, but it was exactly what she needed.
Smith groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he began to thrust, deep and slow at first, dragging out the pleasure until Lizzy was gasping for air, her entire body shaking with need. Each stroke pushed her further toward the edge, her muscles clenching around him, desperate to keep him inside her.
Her belly felt impossibly full, the pressure of his cock mixing with the weight of his cum, making her feel like she might burst. But Lizzy didn’t care. She wanted more. She needed more.
Smith’s pace quickened, his grip on her hips tightening as he slammed into her with unrelenting force. Lizzy’s breath hitched, her body trembling violently beneath him, her nails digging into the sheets as she felt herself careening toward another orgasm.
“Ohhh… God…” she gasped, her back arching, her thighs shaking as pleasure coursed through her, mixing with the unbearable fullness in her belly. “I’m so full… I can’t…”
“You’ll take it,” Smith growled, his voice rough with lust as he thrust harder, deeper. “You’ll take everything I give you.”
Lizzy whimpered, her body convulsing beneath him as the pressure built, the knot in her core tightening with every brutal stroke of his hips. She was so close, so fucking close, but Smith kept her on the edge, his movements precise, controlled.
And then, with a groan, he came again, his cock pulsing inside her as he filled her with another load of hot, thick cum. Lizzy cried out, her body seizing as her own orgasm crashed over her, her walls clenching tight around him as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through her.
“Fuuuuuuck… ohhhhh Godddd…” Lizzy screamed, her voice breaking as her body convulsed, her muscles squeezing him as if to milk him dry. She felt him filling her, felt the heat spreading inside her, mixing with everything else, making her belly swell even more.
Smith groaned deeply, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he emptied himself inside her. Lizzy’s entire body shook beneath him, her skin slick with sweat, her breath coming in shallow, ragged bursts. She was trembling, completely wrecked, her body buzzing with the aftershocks of their release.
When Smith finally pulled out, Lizzy whimpered at the sudden emptiness, despite how impossibly full she felt. She could feel his cum inside her, thick and heavy, making her belly feel stretched, swollen.
But still, it wasn’t enough.
Smith stood over her, his eyes cold and calculating as he looked down at her trembling, spent form. Without a word, he turned and walked toward the door once more.
Lizzy's body trembled in the silence left behind after Smith’s exit. Her chest heaved, the breath escaping her in shaky bursts as she lay there, bound and utterly spent, yet her need refused to die down. The pressure inside her was overwhelming, every inch of her belly stretched, swollen tight with his cum, but despite the fullness that made her feel like she might tear apart, her body still ached for more.
She stared at the ceiling, her vision blurred from exhaustion, her mind spinning. Every part of her felt raw, hypersensitive, her skin slick with sweat and sticky with his release. Her wrists throbbed from the ropes, her thighs still trembled from the relentless force of his thrusts. The bed beneath her was soaked, her body marinating in the mess they'd made, yet nothing could snuff out the deep, gnawing hunger that still crawled under her skin.
Lizzy’s fingers twitched uselessly, aching to touch her distended stomach, to press against the tightness there, to feel how stretched her skin was, but the ropes held her fast. She was trapped in her own body, imprisoned in the overwhelming fullness. Her thighs shifted, rubbing together, a weak attempt to relieve the unbearable tension building between her legs, but it did nothing. The need only grew sharper.
And then, the door creaked open again.
Her pulse quickened, the sound of Smith’s footsteps causing her breath to catch in her throat. Every inch of her body reacted to his presence, skin prickling, muscles tensing, her heart racing despite the exhaustion that weighed her down. She hated how she responded to him, how easily he could bring her to the edge with just a look, just a touch. But there was no denying it anymore. She was his. Completely. And she needed him, no matter how much her body screamed for relief.
Smith moved toward the bed, his gaze locked on her, cold and predatory. He looked at her like a puzzle he was solving, breaking down every piece of her until she had nothing left. His eyes dragged over her swollen form, lingering on her belly, her breasts, her spread thighs. A dark, satisfied smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“You’re a fucking mess,” he said, his voice low and taunting. His fingers traced a line down her thigh, barely a touch but enough to make Lizzy shiver. “So full… yet still so desperate.”
Lizzy whimpered, her hips shifting toward him, desperate for any kind of contact, but Smith’s hand moved away, leaving her aching, frustrated. She could feel the cum still leaking out of her, warm and sticky against her inner thighs, the weight of it pressing down on her insides, making her feel heavy, bloated. Her belly groaned with the pressure, but her body still begged for more, the hunger gnawing at her relentlessly.
“Please…” she whispered, her voice hoarse, broken. She hated how pathetic she sounded, how utterly ruined she had become, but the words came spilling out anyway. “Please…”
Smith smirked, amused by her desperation. “Please, what?”
Lizzy’s breath hitched, her throat tight as she tried to find the words. “I need… I need more… I can take more…”
His eyes darkened, his smirk widening as he stood over her, unbuckling his belt with slow, deliberate movements. Lizzy’s heart pounded in her chest, her skin flushed with anticipation as she watched him undress, her entire body trembling with need. She didn’t care how full she already was—she needed him to fill her again, to push her even further. She craved the overwhelming intensity of it, the way he made her feel like she might break apart under the weight of him.
Smith climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between her spread legs. Lizzy’s breath came in short, ragged bursts, her body straining toward him, desperate to feel him inside her again. Her wrists tugged against the ropes, the rough bite of them grounding her in the moment, making the reality of her helplessness sink in even deeper.
Without a word, Smith pressed the tip of his cock against her entrance, teasing her swollen folds. Lizzy gasped, her hips lifting toward him, but he held back, his movements controlled, deliberate. She could feel the heat of him, feel the thick head of his cock nudging at her, but he wasn’t giving her what she wanted. Not yet.
“You think you can take more?” Smith growled, his voice low and dark. His hands gripped her thighs, spreading her wider, exposing her completely. “Let’s see how far I can stretch you.”
With one brutal thrust, Smith slammed into her, filling her completely. Lizzy cried out, her back arching off the bed, her muscles clenching around him as he stretched her even further, pushing against the cum already inside her. The sensation was too much, too intense. Her body shook violently beneath him, every nerve alight with a mix of pain and pleasure.
“Fuuuuck… yessss…” Lizzy moaned, her head falling back as the pleasure ripped through her, her walls clamping down around him, desperate to keep him inside. She could feel the pressure building inside her, the weight of him pressing against her insides, making her feel like she might burst. But she didn’t care. She needed this. She needed him to break her.
Smith groaned, his grip on her thighs tightening as he began to move, his thrusts hard and deep, each one sending shockwaves through her body. Lizzy’s breath came in short, ragged gasps, her entire body trembling with the intensity of it. She was so full, so tight, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted more. She needed more.
“You’re fucking pathetic,” Smith snarled, his voice rough with lust as he pounded into her, harder and faster. “Look at you… so full, so fucking ruined… but you still want more.”
Lizzy whimpered, her body shaking uncontrollably beneath him. Her wrists strained against the ropes, her hips lifting toward him, desperate to meet his brutal thrusts. The pressure inside her was unbearable, her belly tight and swollen, but the pleasure was too intense to stop. Her body was screaming, every nerve alight, her mind spinning as she felt herself careening toward the edge once more.
“I’m… I’m going to break…” Lizzy gasped, her voice trembling as the orgasm built deep inside her. “I can’t… I can’t take it…”
Smith’s thrusts became more erratic, his hands gripping her hips with bruising force as he slammed into her over and over, pushing her further and further toward the brink. Lizzy’s vision blurred, her breath coming in shallow, frantic bursts as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak.
And then, with a final, brutal thrust, Smith came, his cock pulsing inside her as he filled her with another load of thick, hot cum. Lizzy cried out, her body seizing as her own orgasm crashed over her, her walls clamping down around him as wave after wave of pleasure tore through her.
“Fuuuuuuck… ohhhhh Godddd…” Lizzy screamed, her voice breaking as her body convulsed beneath him, her muscles squeezing him as if to pull him deeper, to milk him for every drop. She could feel him inside her, the heat of his cum spreading through her, adding to the unbearable fullness, making her belly swell even more.
Smith groaned deeply, his hands still gripping her hips as he emptied himself inside her, his release flooding her already overstuffed body. Lizzy’s breath hitched, her entire body shaking violently, her mind completely blank from the intensity of it all. She felt like she might explode, the pressure inside her too much to bear, but her body kept clenching, kept squeezing him, desperate for more.
When Smith finally pulled out, Lizzy gasped at the sudden emptiness, her body trembling violently beneath him. Her belly felt impossibly full, stretched so tight she thought her skin might tear. She could feel his cum leaking out of her, thick and hot, soaking the sheets beneath her, but it didn’t matter. She still wanted more.
Smith stood over her, his eyes cold, detached, as he looked down at her ruined form. Without a word, he turned and left the room again, the door closing behind him with a soft click.
Lizzy lay there, utterly spent, her body trembling, her skin stretched and tight, her mind reeling from the intensity of it all. She was full, so fucking full, her belly swollen and heavy with his cum, but the need still gnawed at her, deep and relentless. No matter how much he gave her, no matter how wrecked her body was, it would never be enough.
The door closed again, and Lizzy was left alone—her body trembling, her mind barely holding on as the weight of everything Smith had done to her settled deep in her bones. Her chest rose and fell in shallow, uneven breaths, the heaviness in her belly pressing down on her insides, making it hard to think, hard to breathe. She was stretched beyond anything she thought possible, every part of her tight and swollen, her skin pulled taut over the massive pressure that filled her. Yet despite everything, despite the exhaustion that made her limbs feel like lead, the hunger still gnawed at her.
Lizzy’s head lolled to the side, her vision blurry, her thoughts clouded by the haze of overstimulation. She couldn’t stop thinking about how full she was, how the weight of his cum inside her made her feel both ruined and more alive than she’d ever been. Her stomach ached, bloated and swollen with everything he’d poured into her, but it wasn’t enough. It was never enough.
The ropes around her wrists bit into her skin as she tried to move, tried to shift her body even slightly to alleviate the overwhelming pressure. But it was useless. She was bound, trapped, left to stew in the mess they’d made, her skin slick with sweat and his release. She could feel it leaking from her, thick and warm, dripping down her thighs, pooling beneath her, soaking into the sheets. Her body was utterly wrecked, and yet the thought of him coming back, of him filling her again, sent another surge of need through her.
She didn’t know how long she lay there, trembling in the silence, her mind drifting in and out of consciousness. The room felt suffocating, the air thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and desperation. Her thoughts kept spiraling, circling around the same, dark truth that had begun to settle deep inside her: she was his. Completely. She existed for him, for whatever he wanted, whatever he demanded of her. No matter how much she resisted, no matter how much her body screamed for relief, she would always crave more of him.
The door creaked open again.
Lizzy’s heart lurched in her chest, her body reacting before her mind could catch up. Her pulse quickened, her breath hitching as she heard the sound of his footsteps, slow and deliberate, filling the space around her. The tension in the room shifted instantly, growing heavier, more oppressive, as Smith’s presence took over.
He stood at the edge of the bed, his eyes cold and calculating as they swept over her naked, trembling form. Lizzy’s body tensed, her skin prickling with anticipation despite the exhaustion weighing her down. She was spent, every muscle in her body trembling from the strain, yet her thighs clenched together involuntarily, desperate for his touch. Desperate for him.
Smith didn’t say a word as he looked down at her, his gaze dark, predatory. He took in the sight of her—the swollen belly, the cum leaking from her, the way her wrists strained against the ropes. A flicker of amusement crossed his face, but it was brief, quickly replaced by something colder, more intense.
“You’re not even close to finished,” he muttered, his voice low, dangerous. His fingers trailed over her thigh, the touch so light it almost made Lizzy shiver. “You’re a fuckdoll, nothing more. And I’m not done with you yet.”
Lizzy’s breath hitched, her body reacting to his words in a way that made her hate herself. She could feel the tension building inside her again, the ache between her legs growing sharper, the need clawing at her insides. She was so full, so impossibly full, but it didn’t matter. She wanted more. Needed more.
Smith leaned down, his breath hot against her ear, his voice dripping with cruelty. “You’re going to take everything I give you,” he whispered. “You exist to be filled, to be broken. That’s all you are.”
Lizzy whimpered, her body trembling beneath him, every inch of her skin alive with anticipation. She didn’t have the strength to protest, didn’t have the will to resist. She was his, completely, and the dark thrill of that truth settled deep inside her, making her pulse quicken, her breath come faster.
Smith moved to the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving hers as he undid his pants once more. Lizzy’s heart pounded in her chest, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she watched him, her body already reacting to the promise of what was to come. She didn’t know how much more she could take, didn’t know if her body could handle it, but she didn’t care. The hunger was too strong, the need too deep.
Smith climbed onto the bed, his hands gripping her thighs, spreading her wide as he positioned himself between them. Lizzy’s body tensed, her muscles clenching involuntarily as she felt the head of his cock pressing against her entrance. She was so full, her skin stretched so tight she thought she might tear, but she craved the feeling of him inside her again. She needed it.
Without warning, Smith thrust into her, hard and deep, filling her completely. Lizzy cried out, her back arching off the bed, her body jerking violently as he stretched her even further. The pressure was unbearable, her belly groaning under the weight of him, but the pleasure was just as intense, crashing through her in waves.
“Fuuuuuck…” Lizzy moaned, her voice trembling, her body shaking uncontrollably beneath him. She could feel every inch of him inside her, pushing her to the brink, her muscles clenching around him, desperate to keep him there. The fullness was too much, her body too tight, but she didn’t care. She needed this. She needed him.
Smith groaned, his hands gripping her hips with bruising force as he began to thrust, each stroke deep and brutal. Lizzy’s breath came in short, ragged bursts, her entire body trembling with the intensity of it. She could feel his cock pushing her further, filling her beyond her limits, but her body kept tightening, kept pulling him deeper.
“You’re a fucking mess,” Smith growled, his voice rough with lust. “So full, so wrecked, but you still want more, don’t you?”
Lizzy whimpered, her body shaking beneath him, her breath catching in her throat. Her mind was a haze of need and desperation, the pleasure and pain mixing together until she couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. She was too full, her belly tight and swollen, her skin stretched to the breaking point, but still, the hunger gnawed at her, relentless.
“Yes… more…” she gasped, her voice barely more than a whisper. “I need more…”
Smith’s thrusts became harder, faster, his cock slamming into her with brutal force. Lizzy cried out, her back arching, her thighs shaking as she felt herself spiraling toward the edge again. The pressure inside her was unbearable, her belly so tight it felt like it might split open, but the pleasure was too intense to stop. Her body was screaming, every nerve on fire, her mind spinning as the sensation consumed her.
“I’m going to fucking fill you until you break,” Smith snarled, his hands pressing down on her swollen belly, making her gasp as the pressure flared inside her. “You’re going to take it all.”
Lizzy’s body convulsed beneath him, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps as the orgasm built deep inside her. She could feel herself tightening around him, her muscles clenching, her body teetering on the edge.
And then, with a groan, Smith came again, his cock pulsing inside her as he filled her with another load of thick, hot cum. Lizzy’s eyes flew wide, her body seizing as the orgasm ripped through her, her walls clenching down hard, her entire body shaking uncontrollably as pleasure crashed over her in violent waves.
“Fuuuuuuck… ohhhhh Godddd…!” Lizzy screamed, her voice breaking, her hips bucking wildly beneath him as she was overtaken by the force of it. Her body was stretched so tight, her belly groaning under the pressure of his cum filling her, but it was too much, too good. The pleasure swallowed her whole, leaving her gasping for air, her mind completely blank.
Smith groaned deeply, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he pumped into her, his release flooding her already overstretched body. Lizzy’s breath hitched, her body trembling violently, her skin slick with sweat, her muscles clenching as if to hold every last drop inside her.
When Smith finally pulled out, Lizzy whimpered, her body twitching, shaking from the overwhelming intensity. She could feel his cum inside her, heavy and thick, making her belly feel impossibly full, stretched beyond its limits. She was leaking from everywhere—her pussy, her thighs, her skin drenched in the evidence of his control over her. But despite everything, the hunger still pulsed deep within her.
Smith stood over her, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he looked down at her ruined form. Without a word, he left the room once more, leaving Lizzy to tremble and writhe in the mess they had made, her body aching, her mind lost.
The door stayed closed this time. Lizzy’s body quivered, stretched beyond comprehension, her belly swollen, tight, and aching under the weight of all he had poured into her. She could feel every drop of his cum inside her, her skin pulled taut, her stomach distended to the point that it felt like she might tear apart. But the hunger, that deep, relentless need, still pulsed inside her. It clung to her, gnawing at her insides, demanding more.
Smith stood over her, his gaze dark, predatory, and fixed on her ruined body. The satisfaction in his eyes sent a fresh wave of shame and desire coursing through her veins. Her breath came in shallow bursts, her thighs trembling as the wetness between them continued to leak, thick and hot, seeping into the sheets beneath her. She was full—so impossibly full—but her body still responded to him, still craved what only he could give.
His smirk widened as he took in the sight of her, completely wrecked yet still needing more. He climbed back onto the bed, his weight shifting the mattress beneath her, the ropes around her wrists pulling tighter as she instinctively tried to squirm. But she was bound, helpless, stretched, and swollen with the evidence of his control.
"You’re not done yet," Smith growled, his voice low, vibrating with cruelty. His hands gripped her thighs, spreading them wider as his fingers trailed up her slick skin, teasing the sensitive flesh that was already soaked and raw from their previous rounds. "You think I’d leave you like this, leaking and desperate?"
Lizzy’s breath hitched, her heart racing as she felt him shift, positioning himself between her legs. But then his hands slid lower, rougher, grabbing her ankles and lifting her legs high, spreading her wide until she was completely open, exposed in a way she hadn’t expected.
Her body tensed as she felt his cock, hard and throbbing, pressing not against her soaked pussy, but lower—against the tight, unused rim of her asshole.
A gasp escaped Lizzy's lips. Her mind swam with a mix of panic and anticipation, the sensation so foreign and yet, somewhere deep down, something inside her thrilled at the thought. The idea that he would fill her even further, beyond what she thought she could take, made her belly twist with a new kind of tension.
Smith leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear as his fingers gripped her hips tightly. “You’re going to take it all, every inch. And I’m going to watch you break.” His words sent a sharp jolt through her, making her whole body tremble.
She tried to protest, to say something—anything—but before she could form the words, he pushed forward, the thick head of his cock forcing its way into her tightest, most vulnerable entrance. Lizzy’s eyes flew wide as the stretch hit her, a sharp gasp tearing from her throat as the pressure overwhelmed her.
“Fuuuuuuck…” Lizzy whimpered, her hips jerking against him as the unfamiliar sensation coursed through her. The fullness was unbearable, his cock stretching her so far beyond what she thought possible, her mind spinning from the intensity of it. Her wrists strained against the ropes as her body arched off the bed, trying to escape the pain and the pleasure that surged in equal measure.
Smith groaned, his grip on her hips tightening as he shoved deeper, filling her ass inch by inch. Lizzy cried out, her nails digging into the sheets beneath her as her body trembled violently. She could feel him, every inch of him stretching her, pushing her to the brink, and yet her body responded, her hips lifting to meet him, her muscles clenching around him despite the overwhelming fullness.
“You’re so fucking tight,” Smith growled, his voice thick with lust as he began to move, his thrusts slow but deliberate, each one forcing her body to accommodate him, to stretch further. “But you’re going to take it. You always do.”
Lizzy’s breath came in ragged, desperate gasps, her entire body shaking beneath him. Her ass was so tight, the pressure unbearable, but the pleasure was just as intense, burning through her in waves that made her head spin. She was stretched to her limit, her belly bloated, her skin taut with everything he had already filled her with, but now this—this was something new, something more.
Her hips bucked involuntarily as he thrust harder, faster, his cock driving into her with brutal force. The pain was sharp, electric, but it was laced with a pleasure so raw, so consuming, that it made her mind fog. She could feel herself unraveling beneath him, her body teetering on the edge of something she couldn’t fully comprehend.
“Fuuuuuuck… I’m… I’m going to break,” Lizzy gasped, her voice trembling as her muscles tightened around him, her hips lifting to meet his punishing thrusts. “I can’t… I can’t take anymore…”
Smith’s hands pressed down on her swollen belly, his fingers digging into the tight, stretched skin. Lizzy cried out as the pressure flared inside her, the sensation of his cock filling her ass and the weight of his cum already inside her pussy mixing into something overwhelming, something that pushed her to the edge of madness.
“You’ll fucking take it,” Smith growled, his voice rough with need as he thrust harder, each stroke sending shockwaves through her body. “You’re going to fucking overflow for me.”
Lizzy whimpered, her entire body convulsing beneath him as the sensation built and built, her mind spinning from the intensity. Her skin felt like it was on fire, every nerve alight, her belly tight and heavy with his release, but her body kept tightening around him, kept demanding more.
Then it hit her—a wave of sensation so intense, so violent, that it ripped through her like a lightning strike. Her back arched off the bed, her muscles clenching around his cock as the orgasm slammed into her, harder than anything she had ever experienced before.
“Fuuuuuuuck… ohhhh Goddddd!” Lizzy screamed, her voice breaking as her entire body convulsed, her walls clenching, her muscles trembling uncontrollably as the orgasm tore through her. The pleasure was blinding, consuming her completely, drowning her in wave after wave of raw, violent release.
Smith groaned deeply, his thrusts growing erratic as her body milked him, her tight ass clenching around his cock as he slammed into her one final time. With a guttural growl, he came, his cock pulsing inside her as he flooded her already ruined body with his release.
Lizzy’s eyes flew wide, her breath catching in her throat as she felt it—the pressure, the fullness, the overwhelming sensation of being filled beyond capacity. Her stomach groaned under the weight of it, her skin stretched so tight it felt like it might split open, and then—
She overflowed.
Cum spilled from her pussy in thick, hot streams, gushing out of her with such force that it soaked the sheets beneath her. Her mouth parted in a gasp, and she felt it there too—thick, salty cum bubbling up her throat, spilling from her lips in long, slow dribbles. Her body couldn’t contain it all, couldn’t hold the sheer volume of his release, and now it was pouring out of her, leaking from every orifice.
“Ohhhh… God…” Lizzy whimpered, her voice barely more than a breath as her body trembled violently, her skin slick with the mess they had made. The pleasure still pulsed inside her, overwhelming her, her mind lost in the haze of it all. She couldn’t think, couldn’t move, only aware of the sensation of being filled, stretched, and then emptied in the most brutal, satisfying way.
Smith groaned above her, his hands gripping her tightly as he watched her body overflow, watched the cum spill from her pussy, her mouth, soaking the bed beneath her. His gaze was dark, satisfied, as he leaned down, his breath hot against her ear.
“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice low and possessive. “Completely fucking overflowing… just like I promised.”
Lizzy moaned softly, her body still trembling, her mind drifting in and out of consciousness as the sensation of being completely used, completely filled, completely his, washed over her. She could feel the mess beneath her, feel the cum leaking from her mouth, her pussy, her ass, but none of it mattered anymore.
She was spent, utterly wrecked, and yet, as the last waves of her orgasm faded, she couldn’t help but feel a deep, twisted satisfaction settling in her chest.
She was his. Completely. And he had left her ruined in the most perfect way.
The air in the room hung heavy, saturated with the heady scent of sex, sweat, and surrender. Lizzy lay motionless on the bed, her body trembling in the afterglow of the most intense, overwhelming experience she had ever known. Her wrists still tugged weakly at the ropes, now only a reminder of the helplessness she had come to embrace. Her chest rose and fell slowly, each breath a struggle as her body tried to settle, tried to process everything she had just endured. The soft drip of cum from her overstretched pussy and mouth echoed in the room, mixing with the sound of her ragged breaths.
Her body was wrecked, completely used. Her belly still felt tight, swollen with the weight of everything he had poured into her, and her skin glistened with the remnants of his control, sticky and slick from the overflow of his cum that had spilled from her in waves. She was ruined, filled beyond her limits, her body stretched so far she had thought she might tear. Yet somehow, lying there, utterly spent and trembling, she felt a strange sense of peace settle over her.
Acceptance.
It washed over her slowly, like a gentle wave, soothing the jagged edges of her thoughts, quieting the lingering doubts that had once gnawed at her. The hunger that had once consumed her had finally dulled, replaced by something deeper, something more profound. She had fought against this—against him—every step of the way. But now, as her body trembled with the aftershocks of the most intense pleasure she had ever known, she realized there was no point in resisting anymore.
She was his. Completely. Irrevocably. And now, for the first time, she understood that she wanted it.
Smith stood over her, his presence still as commanding as ever. He watched her, his dark eyes scanning her trembling, broken form with that same calculating intensity. But this time, Lizzy didn’t feel the need to flinch under his gaze. There was no more fear, no more doubt. She had given herself to him in every way possible, and now, there was nothing left to fight against.
Smith’s smirk softened, his lips curling into something more subtle, more satisfied as he knelt beside the bed. He reached out, his hand brushing lightly over her swollen belly, his touch deliberate but surprisingly gentle, as if he knew she couldn’t take any more. Lizzy shuddered under his fingers, her body instinctively reacting to the familiar warmth of his hand, but this time, it wasn’t out of desperation.
“You’re mine,” Smith murmured, his voice low, possessive, but there was a softness to it now that hadn’t been there before. His fingers traced a line down her side, over her hip, brushing against the marks where the ropes had dug into her skin. “You always have been.”
Lizzy’s breath hitched, but her chest didn’t tighten like it used to. The words didn’t terrify her anymore. In fact, they filled her with a strange, dark thrill that settled deep inside her, warming her from the inside out. She was his, yes, but there was power in that too. She had given herself over to him willingly, and in doing so, she had discovered something about herself—something she had never known before.
She wanted this. She wanted to be owned, controlled, filled. She wanted to be his.
“Yours,” she whispered, the word slipping from her lips as easily as her breath. It wasn’t forced, it wasn’t a plea. It was an acceptance. Her body, her mind, her soul—they all belonged to him now, and for the first time, she felt no need to deny it.
Smith’s eyes flickered with something—approval, perhaps? He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear, his breath hot against her skin. “Good girl,” he murmured, his voice dark and smooth like velvet. “You’ve finally learned your place.”
Lizzy’s heart fluttered at the praise, a shiver running through her body despite her exhaustion. She couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at the corners of her lips. Her body ached, her skin was still pulled too tight, her pussy and ass throbbed from the relentless pounding, but beneath all the soreness, there was a deep, contented warmth. She had surrendered everything to him, and now she could rest in the knowledge that she had pleased him.
Smith’s hand moved to her cheek, tilting her head slightly so that her eyes met his. His gaze was intense, but there was something else there too—something deeper, more intimate. “You did well,” he said softly, his thumb brushing over her lips, still wet with the remnants of his cum. “You’ve taken everything I’ve given you. And now you’ll never forget it.”
Lizzy closed her eyes, her breath trembling on the edge of a sigh as his words washed over her. She knew she would never forget. Her body had been reshaped by his will, her mind molded by the intensity of their encounters. There was no going back to who she had been before this—before him. But as she lay there, tied and trembling, her body ruined but her heart calm, she realized she didn’t want to go back.
She had been transformed, and she accepted it.
Smith leaned down again, his lips pressing against her forehead, an almost tender gesture that contrasted sharply with the brutality of everything they had done. Lizzy’s body relaxed under the touch, the tension slowly draining from her muscles as she allowed herself to sink into the sensation of being cared for—of being his.
Her wrists ached where the ropes had held her for so long, and her legs still felt weak and shaky, but none of that mattered now. The pain, the exhaustion, the overwhelming fullness in her belly—it was all part of what she had become. It was part of the transformation, part of the acceptance. She was his. And she was content.
Smith’s hand slipped to the knot of the ropes at her wrists, and with a swift, practiced motion, he untied her. Lizzy’s arms fell limply to her sides, the soreness in her muscles flaring as the blood rushed back into her hands, but she didn’t care. Her body was his to do with as he pleased, and even the pain was a reminder of that.
Smith pulled back, watching her for a moment, as if assessing her, making sure she had truly accepted her new place. When he seemed satisfied, he reached out and ran his fingers gently through her sweat-soaked hair, a gesture that felt almost… affectionate.
“Rest,” he said quietly, his voice a command but also an invitation. “You’ve earned it.”
Lizzy’s eyes fluttered shut, her body sinking into the mattress beneath her as the tension slowly melted away. She was exhausted, completely spent, her muscles weak and sore from the strain, but there was peace in the exhaustion, a deep, unshakable peace that came from knowing she had finally surrendered. She had finally given herself over completely.
As sleep began to pull her under, she felt Smith’s hand still in her hair, his touch lingering as if to remind her that even in rest, even in the silence, she was still his. She would always be his.
And Lizzy smiled softly to herself, the weight of that truth settling over her like a warm blanket. She had found her place. She had found her peace. She was his, body and soul.