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It was music to his ears to hear Kira beg him to allow her to cum. He brought the hand that had been playing with her tit down to her pussy and plunged two fingers into her as he began pinching her clit with the pads of his thumb and middle finger.

When he snapped his fingers she came on queue. Her body tensed up as pleasure exploded from her both vocally and vaginally. He pulled his fingers from inside her and immediately replaced them with his hard monstrous cock, completely filling her tight tunnel in one hard thrust re igniting her orgasm.
 
For a moment, Kira was afraid he was going to continue to deny her despite her caving in and begging for release, but then miracle of miracles he slid his hand down from her breast to the apex of her thighs. She wasn't sure how many fingers he used, but there was a blessed fullness as he thrust between her soaking lips. And the way he played with her clit almost caused her to forget how to breath. Fuck yeah...

He pumped his fingers in and out and rubbed and pinched her clit until she was quivering practically mindlessly. So good. It felt so good.

Kira spread her legs wider, knees bent. Feet planted on the mattress for support, she began thrusting her hips forward trying to finally finish. She could feel it building again, that intoxicating sense of excitement and she ended up screaming her release when he did something to her clit that caused her to cum so hard she thought her brain would scramble.

A heart beat or two later, he rolled on top of her, driving into her so deeply, so completely that it seemed to set off a chain reaction of tremors within her core. She began writhing under him, clenching and unclenching against his hardness as she erupted in another dizzying orgasm.
 
It was intense; feeling her cum. He rode her easily with long powerful thrusts keeping her cumming as long as he could. Once she settled doen he gathered her legs up in his arms and began firing his hips hard into her. Each thrust so powerful that Kira began scooting up the bed until she reached the headboard.

Even then his slow powerful hammering at her did not dissipate. Her head began bouncing off the oak headboard and his eyes never wavered from Kira's face.

His free hand worked it's way down to her ass. He grabbed it and massaged her cheek while his fingers spread her abundant fluid around and began probing her asshole.
 
Her mouth opened and closed as wave after wave of intense pleasure flooded her again and again, and Kira recalled his assertion that he'd make her cum harder than she had ever before. If she had known that it would keep going like it had, she might have given in sooner.

Eventually though, her body slowed, the violent whole body shudders easing up. She moaned when he hooked his arms under her knees, yanking her bottom half high into the air and began ramming into her. The way he plunged into her, she was convinced he was trying to come out her throat, and the force of it slowly moved her backward until her head started hitting the wooden headboard with each thrust forward.

Although he had said she couldn't move her hands, Kira figured she could use them to stop him from giving her a concussion and tried to use her bound hands to push off from the headboard. It wasn't completely successful, but at least her head was no longer taking the burnt of his slowly powerful hammering. No, now she could focus on how it felt below and wondered if it would be better if she simply let him hammer into unconsciousness.

She wished she could say that it felt awful, but it was hard to ignore her squeals of pleasure each time he drove down deep inside her. This had to stop, and stop soon as she was starting to like this too much. He shifted, threading a single arm beneath both of her knees and changing the angle of his entry, but not her body's shocking reactions.

He began kneading her butt in a manner reminiscent of how he had fondled her breasts earlier. In all it was honestly pleasant, and her eyes slowly started to close under the overwhelming sensations of it all. Even when his slick fingers bumped between her cheeks, she continued to sink under the demands of her body.

The minute a finger began probing where it had no business probing, however, her eyes shot open in alarm and her entire body tensed up.

"No!" she squeaked, looking up at him pleadingly.
 
He paused confused for a moment then laughed; so hard that he almost fell on top of Kira. "You think I am prepping you to butt fuck you?"

As she muttered something equating to an agreement tears began flowing done his face. "No, never crossed my mind. It would take far too long for me to work my cock in there and even if I did, I would guess it would be painful for both of us."

He looked at her through bleary eyes and mirth fully asked, "Now shall we continue?"
 
Of all the possible reactions he could have had to her pleading, an entire body belly laugh was not one of them, and Kira could feel the blush bloom as she waited anxiously for him to recover himself enough to tell her what was so damn funny.

You think I am prepping you to butt fuck you?

Her face turned so red in embarrassment she figured it was redder than her hair as she muttered darkly, "Maybe..." and then squirmed in embarrassment as he laughed so hard he started crying. After awhile, her temper started kicking in and she began to seethe quietly. What the hell was so funny anyway... He started playing with her ass, what the hell was she supposed to think?!

Now shall we continue?

Shooting him a glare, she snapped, "I'd rather not...," thinking he could go to hell if he thought she wanted to continue with him.
 
He pulled his cock most of the way out of her until only the head remained inside her. He smiled down at her and drove his cock balls deep inside her again with a lot of force. "Are yoy sure?"
 
When he moved to withdraw, Kira actually thought he was going to listen. Thought it until he paused just before he'd pull totally out of her. Paused and smiled at her with a gleam in his eyes. Smiled right before he thrust forward so deeply she sucked in a startled breath and wondered if he was trying to go through her.

Are you sure?

Her eyes shot daggers at him, but she managed to keep a fairly civil tone as she answered, "Positive" even if her body had different ideas.
 
He smiled down at her and said, "This is where you learn my needs are your needs; my pleasure will be your pleasure."

He pulled his hips back and fired them hard forward, filling her tight cunt almost instantly. His eyes glinted strangely as he repeated the process again.

He brought one hand up to her jaw and held her by it, making her head stay straight up at him.

The stroke of his hips fell into a steady rhythm of back slowly with a count of a slow four or five and driving down hard in less time that it takes to say 'wu' in one.
 
This is where you learn my needs are your needs; my pleasure will be your pleasure.

His words, uttered in such a soft, reasonable tone and accompanied with an oddly pleasant smile, hung in the air, distracting Kira. Her delicately arched brows had just knitted as she processed what he said when he pulled back as if to move away and then slammed his hips forward, stealing her breath away over how completely he filled her, again and again.

She wasn't sure what shocked her more - the fact that he could continue hammering into her after all this time, the way his fingers gripped her jaw and kept her from pulling away or the way her traitorous body seemed to respond to it all. She tried to drum up her outrage - who the hell did he think he was to think his needs were her needs? He needed to get the hell out of her... before I start to believe him...
 
Harder and faster, he hammered his cock into Kira, taking his pleasure from her, regardless if she received any or not.

Her pussy clutched at his member, loathing both his vacating her, and filling her. The tension that he felt in her cunt was exhilarating and he reveled in the feeling it brought him.

He looked down at her and smiled warmly, "I am going to teach you how to please me, child. Whether you like it or not, we have an agreement, and I shall fulfill my part."
 
I am going to teach you how to please me, child. Whether you like it or not, we have an agreement, and I shall fulfill my part.

Kira wasn't sure what infuriated her more - him calling her a child or his insistence that they had an agreement. She was so mad she couldn't even remember what she had or hadn't agreed to, but he had to be crazy if he thought for one minute that anything agreed to during duress was binding.

"The only thing you seem to be doing is filling me," she practically spat out. She tried to twist her head out from under his grip before adding, "And we do NOT have an agreement..."

In the back of her mind, Kira knew she wasn't necessarily being smart trying to needle him like she was doing as he continued to piston in and out of her, but she was in desperate need of a distraction as her body wanted to succumb to the sensations that were building as a result of his hammering.
 
He smiled a little and quipped, "You will never find another man that will fill you like me."

He raised up and slapped her full tit leaving a print of his fingers in her flesh. He pounder his cock up and down pic Ko ING up power and speed as he did. Slapping the other tit he grinned and said, "A girl has to fly even."
 
Kira's lips tightened at his declaration. She didn't want to believe him, but since she only had Tommy to compare him to, she was afraid he might well be correct. Nevertheless, she snorted to show her disbelief, if only in an attempt to save face.

The sudden slap to her right breast caused her to gasp aloud, recoiling in shock. It hadn't necessarily been painful per se, but the way it made her clench down on him was disturbing in ways she couldn't begin to fathom. She opened her mouth to cuss him out only to gasp again when he repeated the blow to her other breast.

A girl has to fly even.

"What the fuck?!," she cried when she got her voice back, not knowing how telling its breathiness was.
 
The way Kira clamped down on his monster made him gasp. While new vistas opened up for their sexual encounters. It was already the best sex he had ever had if for no other reason she was taking every inch of his foot long cock.

Add in her obvious physical reactions to each thing he did to her and it warmed him in ways he could barely begin to fathom. But for the moment at hand he continued battering her with his cock and with each powerful stroke he slapped her tits left then right.

He was no longer able to think but rendered to bestiary rutting state punctuated by hip and hand slapping against her tight lithe body.

As he began to cum, he fell on top of her and kissed her roughly as his balls exploded and filled her with his seed.
 
Kira seethed as he ignored her plaintive cry and continued to piston in and out of her like he was a some kind of machine. Each time he plowed into her, he slapped a breast, alternating between them until she lost track of the number.

Horrified by the way her body seemed to react to the blows, she tried to shore up her anger, but no matter of cursing or pleading caused him to stop, as if he wasn't even aware of what he was doing to her. And the longer it went on, the harder it was to keep her cries of frustration from turning into little mewls of pleasure.

Kira felt the tension in his body increase seconds before a hot wave rushed deep inside her, and her cry of what she hoped to God was protest was swallowed up by the sloppy kiss he bestowed almost punishably on her lips. 'Oh no, not again,' she thought as she realized he had emptied himself inside her again.
 
He collapsed on top of Kira with a contented sigh, "G*d I love your pussy."

He kissed her face tenderly peppering with light quick kisses which went from cheek to chin to cheek. Lifting himself up he said, "We need to get your supplies including birth control."

He bent and kissed her lightly on the lips his tongue flicking across her lips.
 
Kira squeaked out a muffled groan when he collapsed fully on her, obviously spent from his earlier pumping. She had to compress her lips to hold back the sharp retort that sprang up at his comment of loving her pussy. She figured it wouldn't be good to poke at him, but now that he had finished manipulating her body and her brain was fully in control, it was a lot easier to let her indignation build up.

It was obvious that her captor had no clue of the temper tantrum she was trying her best to contain when he started leaving little kisses all over her face like this was a situation she wanted to be in.

We need to get your supplies including birth control.

Kira looked at him like he was a deranged individual, hissing when he kissed her lightly on the mouth, going so far as to snake his tongue out against her lips. Pulling her head away, she ground out, "Or you could try keeping your hands to yourself."
 
He laughed softly, "Nah, can't do that. You are the only person I have ever met that could take all of me. I enjoy that sensation far too much to go without it while you are here."

He rolled off of her and sat on the bed next to her and looked own at her. "Roger," he said. "My name is Roger."

He got out of the bed and held a hand out to her to help her up. "Let's get you cleaned up."
 
Kira let out a disbelieving snort at his comment about never having met anyone but her who could accommodate his length. Oh sure, she could see it being a stretch, but figured he was only making excuses for why he kept fucking her. If a teeny tiny part of her was thrilled by his assertion, she was trying her best to squash it, and it helped when he finally got the hell off of her.

Roger. My name is Roger.

She was so surprised by his telling her his name that she simply stared at him while he held out his outstretched hand. 'What? Screw me a certain number of times and I earn the right to know your name?' she thought to herself cynically.

Let's get you cleaned up.

Biting back her sarcastic comment that she had been cleaned up earlier, Kira placed her hand lightly on his, not wanting to lose out on the opportunity to get clean. The moment her feet were under her, however, she slipped her hand from his and made a face as she straightened and caused a warm trickle to start dribbling down her thigh.
 
Roger walked over to the door to his office and locked it then turned back to Kira, "aby now you should know where everything is, shower and come into the kitchen I will start prepping for dinner."

He left the room whistling under his breath, probably happier than he had felt in months, if not years.

His balls were certainly more sated than since his senior year in college.

Stopping at the kitchen he paused and wondered what to make. Turning his head over his shoulder Roger called out, "What do you want for dinner?"
 
Kira looked at Roger in surprise. Holy cow... Was he really going to give her some privacy in addition to telling her his name?! Her brows knit as she wondered what had caused this recent development, and more importantly, if she should be worried about it.

The moisture dripping down her thigh gave her the incentive she needed to head towards the bathroom the minute he left the room, and she quickly got the water running, turning it to the hottest setting before snagging two towels from the linen closet.

Kira was checking the temperature of the water when she heard his query about what she wanted for dinner. Half tempted to ask for her freedom, she decided to play it safe and simply answered, "A hamburger?"

Not hearing a response, she jumped into the stall and sighed deeply as the hot water streamed over her. She stood there until her hair was thoroughly soaked before she soaped up a washcloth and scrubbed her body before then washing her hair.

It was a bit disturbing to realize she wasn't nearly as sore as she had been before, and recalled his earlier words - You are the only person I have ever met that could take all of me. Gah, stop thinking about that!!!

Despite wanting to enjoy the shower longer, Kira forced herself to turn off the water way sooner than she would have preferred. Stepping out onto the mat, she wrapped her hair up in one towel and began blotting the moisture from her body.

Once her body was dry, she unwrapped her makeshift turban and began squeezing the water out of her hair. When she was satisfied that she had gotten all she was going to get, she finger combed it as best she could.

Not wanting to wander nude into the kitchen, Kira gathered one of the damp towels around her, tucking a corner into her cleavage area and padded her way silently down the hall to join Roger.
 
"Hamburgers? " He mused. "She really said hamburger? "

Sighing he turned back toward the kitchen. Not a fan of hamburgers himself he seldom if ever bought them. Fortunately he was a meat eater by nature so he had a variety of different meats in the house.

Pulling a meat grinder out he turned to the freezer where he pulled out a pound of Chuck beef and some bacon. Setting the meat on the counter to start thawing slightly he assembled the meat grinder.

Once done he started washing potatoes and cutting them into wedges. He was working on the second potatoe when Kira rounded the corner wearing a towel. Pursing his lips he considered things a moment then said, "If you are going to help cook, finish cutting the potatoes for me. Otherwise lose the towel."
 
Her steps faltered a moment when Kira caught sight of the look Roger shot her as she came around the corner, causing her to second guess her decision to wear the towel.

If you are going to help cook, finish cutting the potatoes for me. Otherwise, lose the towel.

There was no question in her mind of what she'd do. She really really really needed to keep his attention off her body for a bit while she figured out what she was going to do about her situation, so if she needed to cut potatoes to keep the towel then she'd cut potatoes.

A corner of her lips twitched upwards at the realization that she'd be armed if only with a paring knife. Too bad she had no clue how to wield one in self defense.

She nodded and wandered over to him, holding her hand out for the knife as she asked, "How thick do you want it cut?"
 
Roger nearly smirked at her choice. He watched her pick up the knife and shook his head. "Not like that," he said.

He picked up another knife and held it showing her the proper technique. "Hold it like this, it this. It gives you better control of the blade, and allows you to make precise cuts without cutting yourself. "

He looked at her to ensure that she understood. "Make equal sized spears so they cook evenly."
 
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