When In Rome - Sex Stories

When In Rome

... "Who owns you Callia?" She gritted her teeth against the fear. She knew that answer he wanted. She also knew the truth. She could lie and please him. Or she could tell the truth. No one lied to Cassius. "Father." She admitted defiantly, knowing it wasn't what he wanted to hear. "Father owns me. Body and mind. He controls when I eat, when I sl**p, when I fuck, and if I get to live, Cassius. And daughter or not, if there is ever a day when I refuse him, he would not hesitate, nor even blink, as he killed me." Her b*****r's body tensed against her, shaking and seething with anger and she knew she'd given the wrong answer. When his blue eyes met hers, she was paralyzed with fear. She'd never seen that much rage in one man's face. She should have lied, she should have- He jerked her face to his, their noses touched. His jaw clenched and she could feel his hand shaking, jerking with fury. But his voice was quiet. Calmer than she'd ever heard him. It was terrifying. "Do you think I'd let that happen?" Her body sagged with relief. She finally felt like she could breathe. She leaned her face against his, and his lips found the tears on her cheeks. He licked away the salty tears on her face and stepped behind her. He kicked a step between her legs for her to stand on, and moved the belt up, holding her in place at the perfect height for… "Tell me, little s****r. Do you think I'd let him?" "No." She breathed hard as he pushed her legs open. Her wrists were still tied, the coarse ...

... material chaffing her skin. She wasn't wet, not yet. She'd been too afraid; but not afraid of being hurt. Afraid that she'd lost his favor. He didn't care. His cock was between her legs, and then, in one fast, painful, burning stoke he was inside her. She screamed against the board she was tied to as he filled her. His cock, it was so thick. So hard, it hit so deep inside her cunt. It even hurt when she'd had time to fully prepare, time to get wet… But he liked it when it hurt her. Liked to f***e his way in dry and feel her cunt get wet around him. And she liked when she pleased him. She could feel his skin against hers as she stilled, and his mouth hot against her neck. His teeth dug at her skin as he stretched her tight little pussy to fit around him. Short strokes, never pulling out more than an inch. His teeth grazed her ear. "That's it Callia, just like that. I love feeling you get wet around me. So wet." He pulled back, leaving only the thick head of his cock in her pussy, and then drove it back in. Harder, faster than the first. He pressed his chest against her, and the welts from her beating burned and ached, but it didn't matter. The pain didn't matter because he was inside her, fucking her, pounding her little cunt while she screamed for him. It was worth it. He was deep inside her when she felt him fumbling with the belt, could hear his frustrated gasps as he tore it off the board. He pulled out and spun her until she faced him. He stared into her eyes, bit at her lip and ...