Wilder's Fantasies by Cindy Jacks Read Free Book Online

fear stiffened her body.
    “Relax, preciosa . It will be better for you if you relax.”
    Without warning, a searing pain felt as though it would split her apart. Though he had lubricated whatever massive object he put inside her, it was still almost too big to bear. She struggled to handle the agony.
    Marcelo's cock rubbed against her backside.
    “I can't.” She groaned.
    Pulling her head back by her hair, he replied, “All you have to do is say the word. Say it, and this all ends. You know that.”
    Fiona wouldn't give him the satisfaction. In all the time they had been pushing each other's limits, he had broken her only once. She had sworn to herself she would never again utter the safe word: Strangelove .
    Her silence gave him implicit permission to do whatever he wanted. He shoved his slick erection into her backside. She cried out, panting through the worst of the pain. Between the huge shaft of the implement inside her cunt and Marcelo filling her ass, her legs trembled and buckled. His grip on her hair pulled her up to her knees again. She yelped, but her show of weakness brought no mercy.
    With savage force, Marcelo drove himself into her, pulled out the length of his cock and then drove it into her again, all the while holding her head back. The chain stayed tight around her neck, almost to the point of choking her.
    A little dizzy with pain, she panted, trying to control the adrenaline setting her body on fire. Little by little, she felt her body cope. She could take whatever he gave her. More than that―she loved it.
    As the initial rush of agony receded her body responded. Pulse pounding between her thigh, ass and cunt both open and dripping wet, she longed to come.
    “May I touch myself?” she asked.
    “Yes, you may.” His voice grunted out in time with his thrusts.
    She rubbed her clit and labia, marveling at how tightly they were stretched. Bucking against Marcelo’s pounding, she pinched and rolled her clitoris between her thumb and forefinger. Her whimpers of agony turned into moans of ecstasy. She embraced the pain he inflicted as part of the rapture they shared. Only he knew how to do this, only he held the key to unlock her body and soul.
    The orgasm hit her without warning, erupting in her core and spreading like wildfire. The power of the climax ejected the dildo from her cunt, her own juices streaming down her legs. Sweet relief rushed through her as Marcelo shook, buried within her ass. Each twitch of his cock filled her with his cum until it leaked from her puckered hole.
    He released her hair and allowed her to collapse forward. Fiona continued to stroke between her legs, tiny aftershocks sending shivers through her.
    Marcelo leaned forward and kissed the back of her raw neck. “This body is mine and no one touches it without my permission,” he murmured in her ear. “Understand, mi amor ?”
    “Yes. I understand.” As she always had. She understood every inch of her body belonged to Marcelo. And Marcelo alone.

Fantasy Five
    Never Let Me Down
     
    Marcelo took great care with preparation for playtime. It was the framework for the trust he and Fiona shared during their explorations. First he would undress her, folding her clothes neatly and setting them aside. Next, he would bathe her with warm, downy cloths and apply exotic oils to every inch of her skin. From there came the binding.
    The material used to tie her up varied as did the positions Sometimes he trussed her to rings along the wall using cotton rope. Other nights he would secure her to the bed with silk or use different apparatuses lined with velvet or fur to mold her into the position of his liking. Even with these small variations, Fiona always knew what to expect.
    She had also become accustomed to being blindfolded. Marcelo often employed the technique to heighten an experience. Each time he tied the silk scarf around her eyes, she enjoyed the sexual play all the more.
    “Marcelo?” she called out to him. From his