I wrap my fingers around the leather belt end and tug, arching her head back as I slam inside her with one deep thrust. She screams, a shrill sound that vibrates my eardrums and rattles my cock. In and out, I slide against her, soaking my rigid dick with her arousal.

Her fingers curl behind her back, shoulders squeezing as she struggles to hold herself up without the use of her arms. I release the belt and she collapses again, panting against the pillowcase covering her face. When I slide my fingers against her, she arches into my touch, unaware she’s even doing it, but freezes when I circle the tight forbidden hole I have not yet sampled. I press against her with my finger, pushing past the barrier as she tries to jerk forward, out of my reach. My hand on her hip stills her, and I slide my finger in and out as she begins to breathe harder, faster.

“Santiago,” she gasps when I pull my finger away and replace it with the head of my cock, nudging against her.

“You can address me as Dominus et Deus.” I squeeze her ass hard as I push past the tight barrier. “Your lord and your god.”

She falls completely still, completely silent as I slowly bury my cock deep into her ass. Her knuckles are white, tears soaking through the pillowcase as she gulps in mouthfuls of air.

“Oh God.” She bucks against me as I pull back and start to thrust forward again. “That’s… too… I… Santiago.”

Her broken fragments turn to garbled incoherence as I close my eyes and settle into a steady rhythm, rocking back and pivoting forward, stretching her body around my dick to accommodate me. She’s clenching against me, desperate for stimulation where she needs it the most, all while she squeals and groans and mutters indecipherable curses.

“You don’t get to come,” I bite out through gritted teeth. “Don’t even try it.”

“I’m sorry about the pictures!” she shouts. “That wasn’t my intention.”

“Your words are meaningless.” I thrust hard, fingers digging into her. “They always have been.”

“You don’t mean that.”

I fuck her harder. Angrier. Pinching her skin as I use her like a fuck toy, thrusting, grunting, rolling my hips while she folds under the weight of my palms, sinking lower and lower, only for me to yank her back up.

“I can’t stay up anymore,” she cries out, choking on her tears.

“You will.” I punctuate my words with two quick, deep thrusts, hoisting her ass up into my hands and holding half her body in the air while I fuck her into my oblivion.

Shudders move through me, muscles tightening, ears ringing, and finally, I slam into her one last time, unraveling. Filling her with my come.