Broken in Beautiful pt.4 (TW)

[Da****]

TW: Light CNC. Not a lot, but enough to be uncomfortable for some. Read at your own disgression. 

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Trepidation rolled through me. I could still feel the echo of his hands on my thighs, the hum of my sensitive nerves, and the phantom fullness in my ass where the plug had stretched me. I was soft, undone, and used.

Yet, not finished?

“No,” I breathed out, squirming beneath his palm.

“No?” His voice dropped, low and taut, putting me on edge and gaining my instant attention. The air between us tightened briefly, then his expression shifted, easing into something darker and calculating. “You've got fight in you, Pet?”

I clenched my jaw and turned my face away, defiant for the barest moment, testing him. I didn’t say another word.

He leaned in close, lips brushing my ear, voice like gravel and heat.

“Then I’ll take it from you.”
Before I could think, he'd flipped me onto my belly. I gasped in pleasant surprise, and something in my chest fluttered. It wasn't ***, not really. It was excitement and the dizzy rush that came just before the fall.

His fingers tangled in my hair, yanking my head back, forcing me onto my knees, and pushing my arms into the mattress. I tried to break the hold and scramble forward, but he'd already pinned me with his grip. There was no where to go.

A twisted chuckle came from him as he bit the back of my shoulder, hard enough to bruise. I hissed out a breath, and tried to close my thighs, but it was too late.

He was already between them.

“Thought you could hide that tight little hole from me?” he growled. “Not after how sweet it looked spread and stuffed.”

I whimpered. I could feel the sweat cooling on my skin, the tremble in my limbs. I should have begged for mercy. I should have stayed still and good and docile.

Instead, I squirmed.

Not much. Just enough to provoke him.

He stilled behind me, letting the tension hang between us like smoke.

“Trying to crawl away?” he asked, voice low. Flat. Dangerous.

My cheek was pressed into the sheets, heartbeat thudding in my ears. I was silent, but I didn't move an inch.
He scoffed tauntingly and gripped my hips, angling me back toward him. I knew what was coming. My heart was racing. As the sweet and agonizing dread set in, I found myself once again, soaked and aching.

Voice cold and distant, he said, “You’re going to take every inch, Pet. And you’re going to thank me for it.”

He didn’t tease.

He slicked himself quickly, then spat down on my hole once, shoving the tip of him against my entrance. The stretch was immediate, brutal, and I cried out into the sheets. My body wasn’t ready, but that didn’t matter.

Not to him. Not now.

The stretch was sharp and hot, making my vision blur. I wasn't being fucked, I was being split.

He sank deeper with a brutal thrust, growling low as my body resisted around him.

“Tight little thing, trying to push me out already, just made to be taken.”

I clawed at the sheets, tears stinging my eyes.

“Too much?” he mocked. “You should’ve said yes when I offered to be gentle.”

He gripped my hips and fucked in deeper; hard, fast, and punishing. Each thrust jolting me forward, the friction of the sheets scraping against my skin.

“You’re mine, whore,” he spat. “Mine to stretch. Mine to break.”

He slapped my ass, once, twice, then reached around to press fingers against my sore clit. Enough to overstimulate and make my body twitch and betray me all over again.

“You’re dripping from your pussy while I wreck your ass,” he murmured huskily.

I whimpered something, words lost to the air. Then he gripped my hair again, yanking me up so my back arched, forcing me upright on his cock.

I sobbed, loud and raw. My walls clenched. Resisting. Begging.

“Fuck, listen to you,” he growled behind me.“ That tight little hole doesn’t know what to do with all this cock, does it?”

I gasped, legs shaking, toes curling. My fingers dug into the bedding.

He leaned in then, giving me a contrastingly soft nibble to my neck. “You’re leaking for me,” he whispered, fingers grazing down to my dripping cunt. “And I’m not even touching you there.”

His hand wrapped around the base of my throat, squeezing while he pumped.

“You're disgusting,” he sneered as I made unintelligible noises.

My body hurt. My walls were spasming around him from the stretch and ***. A mixture of *** and perverse joy. But worse...better...than all that, was the low, molten pressure starting to build somewhere deeper.

He reached between my legs, fingers rubbing my clit with perfect and practiced cruelty. Not to please me, just to see me writhe.

“Everything about you is obscene,” he muttered. “This hole. These sounds. The way you clench around me like you love being ruined.”

I moaned loudly this time.

Because he was right, and the heat? It wasn't fading.

It was growing.

Tightening.

I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t warn him.

Each thrust slammed into me like a wave. I felt raw and exposed, stretched past sanity.

But that heat...

My thighs shook. I started to sob, not from the *** now, but from the disbelief.

My orgasm was coming.

From this?

I bit the sheet. My mouth dropped open. My back arched impossibly as it crested...

And then I broke.

My whole body convulsed. My ass clamped around him, squeezing tight in wild pulses. I felt myself gush, some kind of wet shock as I cried out, the sound hoarse and ragged.

I came. From anal.

My mind shattered with it. I didn’t know I could.

I was still twitching and whimpering when I felt him curse and groan behind me.

“Fuck...Pet...fuck...” he gasped, grinding in deep, chasing the involuntary clench of my hole milking him.

He shoved in hard, once more, then stilled; jerking and spilling deep inside me. I felt it. Hot and thick. His moan was guttural, ruined.

He stayed like that, buried inside, both of us panting and shaking.

He slowly pulled out, and I whimpered, my body shivering as his release dripped from me. He dragged his fingers down the curve of my back, then dipped them between my cheeks, spreading me open to look.

“You came,” he said, almost like he didn’t believe it.

My face was red, cheek pressed to the mattress, tears drying on my skin.

He spit again on my wrecked hole, watching it drip and mix.

“You filthy fucking slut,” he said softly.

I was shivering and couldn't respond...but I was smiling, dazed and preening.

I felt him lay beside me, his fingers stroking my back, and pressing tender kisses to my shoulder.

Beautiful. ♡

Edited June 11 by DazPandas

[Da****]

Thank you to everyone who’s read this far, truly. It’s been a long, rewarding night for these two, and for me as well. I’ll be adding an aftercare excerpt soon, for all our tender hearts who need a soft landing. I know mine does.
Just a reminder: consent is always sexy. While this story has plenty of creative embellishments, many of the scenes were inspired by real interactions. Of which, every act discussed and every boundary respected, even in the wilderness of hooking up.

Stay safe. Stay wild. And I’ll catch you on the next one. ♡

[MG****]

Well written, nice pace and buildup :)

[So****]

Love your stuff and can't wait to read more 😍😍👍👍