6 Strip
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6 Strip
"Mmmmm" he growls. Oooo his growl ripples through my body and any hesitations I have vibrate away in response to him.>>
My eyes blink open and my cell is dark. Memories start to trickle in. I feel dehydrated, and sore in new ways. Yesterday...
He starts to hungrily kiss me. Like a starving man. I can taste myself on his lips as I lean into him.
I then feel something new press against my opening. My p***y is still wet with my arousal and I offer little resistance.
I want to scream yes and beg to be f****d again and again. I want more of the good feelings. It has been so long since I've been touched or felt anything good. I want to be selfish and pull this man to me but my bondage stops me. I want to draw my knees apart but again the bondage limits my movements.
"Greedy little mouse are you?" He laughs and starts to slide his d**k into me.
I sigh as he enters. It feels so good.
There is a slight discomfort to being stretched, but the relaxation I feel off a fresh orgasm eases the pain. I push my hips as close to him as I can, silently begging for his d**k.
He obliges and continues thrusting into me. He moves slowly, teasing me and himself. He stops with his d**k halfway in and smirks at me.
"Greedy greedy. But I am too."
He uses one thumb again to circle my clit. It's tender, but the sensations start building again.
I'm half full of c**k, getting my clit rubbed with one gruff hand, another hand is kneading my breast and pinching my n****e, and his mouth is kissing me. I want to beg. I still can't make words come out.
My breathing is quick. I try pressing against him, any part I can move. My stomach starts to tighten again... I just want to feel full. He is still teasing me with half his c**k, slowly moving it in and out. Feeling almost full feels so good.
He starts to get bolder with his attention. He removes his hand off my clit and breast and grabs my hips.
He stares into my eyes, growls... starts thrusting deeper into me, harder. Every inch of his d**k getting enveloped by my p***y walls.
His deep full thrusts shake the table with each lunge. I feel my breasts shake with each movement as his hips slam into mine.
"Keep your eyes here mouse."
I stare into his eyes. Oh, his wonderful eyes. My lips part as I pant again. His brow furrows with concentration.
His c**k pulls all the way out of me, and he thrusts it back into my hole. With each movement, his d**k leaves my body and I start to feel empty, and then he slides it back in and emptiness is replaced with euphoria. Every time the head of his p***s waits at my entrance, it grazes against my clit, making my p***y throb.
He starts to grunt with each thrust. Pulling my hips and staring into my eyes.
"Fuckkkk ..."
He thrusts.
"...Your p***y feels so f*****g good..."
Another deep thrust.
"...I ..want...you. You are all mine."
His c**k fills me with each plunge. I feel clouded with desire. I feel hungry for him. I don't want him to leave either.
I feel another orgasmic heat build in me. I almost don't notice his d**k swelling.
I grind my hips in a small circle, my movement restricted. I feel frustrated trying to grind myself against him
"Fuckkkkkkkkkk..." he growls and I moan "I don't want to c*m yet but-"
He plunges his d**k in as far as he can, holding my hips against him.
I feel the swelling travel up his d**k, stretching me further, and then I feel him explode deep inside me as my final orgasm rips from me at the same time.
I feel so exhausted.
I fall limp against the board and slowly blackout into a blissful dream state.
-
I try to process what happened over the past few days. I think I lost my virginity, but I definitely do not mind. It has been so long since I have had any good sensations.
Was this normal? f**k no. Nothing about the last few years has been acceptable. But when I think about him I don't feel bad. I feel confused, but also… happy? Hopeful?
I am dressed in new clothing I notice. As I stand I feel my panties wet. I walk to the toilet to clean myself off. My panties are filled with his semen, my wetness, and a hint of blood.
My first time at s*x wasn't too painful due to the orgasm first, but there was still some accommodation to his girth and frenzy.
I clean myself up and take a sip of water from the sink. I then drop into my thin mattress and go back to sleep.
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I am pulled to the interrogation room once more.
Jasmine greets me and I relax. This is round five with Mr Jasmine and I do not mind one bit.
He glances up at me and the guard as we enter the room. He motions for the guard to remove my cuffs.
My body relaxes now that the stinging cuffs are gone.
He (I don't even know his name) pushes his glasses up and smiles at me. I smile dumbly back as a reflex. I remember how good he felt last time and how much I wanted him, but I also remember the other pain this room has brought me. I decide to remain slightly guarded.
He stands up. He is taller and bigger than me just like everyone else here. He stands confidently and I can't help but feel attracted to him.
"Strip". His command ripples through my body. I'm shocked, but I've been required to strip before. It's nothing new, but it still makes me feel vulnerable.
Not that I mind being vulnerable for him.
I pull my clothes off and place them to the side.
"Mmmmm" he growls. Oooo his growl rages through my body and any hesitations I have vibrate away in response to him.
He strides closer to me and I squeak when I realize how close he is.
He pulls me towards a table covered in silver implements, and he pushes them to the ground.
They clamber to the floor with the metals echoing through the room.
His calloused hands slide up the side of my thighs,
hips,
and then waist.
He grips my waist and sets me on top of the table.
My p***y is instantly wet in his presence. The moment I smell him I start to come undone.
I spread my knees wide to allow him to step close to me, even without a command.
A low growl fills his throat and my body responds by rippling with pleasure again. My mind melts into a puddle of pleasure and I can only think of my desire for him.
One of his hands slides up to my neck as the other slides to my inner thigh.
I gasp and spread wider to accommodate him.
I want him, all of him. I want him to fill me. I want him to f**k me. I need his c**k.
--His POV--
Typically, a prisoner would be subject to an interrogation twice a week. Maybe three times if any results needed confirmation.
However with this prisoner - Rylee my wolf reprimands - I cannnot wait to have her in my hands again. I bring her in once a day, sometimes twice if I have a lull between studies.
She is so responsive to me. I never knew having a mate would mean that I could bring someone so much pleasure. As the son of the Alpha, poised to take his mantle in a few years, I have never felt so powerful as when I make my mate c*m.
I slide my hands over her silky thighs. They part wider. The movement, the small movement of her trying to bring me into her as much as possible fills me with so much desire it is physically painful.
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