010 | Chapter Ten - If you ask again, I'll shut you up.
—You just focus on having my babies and don't worry about anything else!
"Di...Dias..."
Xiaoyue's voice and body trembled incessantly, her tense muscles enduring a surge of pleasure that was like a tidal wave, and she would almost accidentally release it if she relaxed even slightly.
Diaz's fingers slowly thrust in and out of her anus, the tingling sensation outweighing the shame and even encroaching on the boundaries of reason.
"I want...I want to go..." she pleaded, twisting her body, her eyes already wet and glistening alluringly in the sunlight. Her lips were red, swollen, and raw from his biting, as if her endurance had reached its limit.
Hearing this, Diaz gently placed a kiss on the corner of her lips, his brown eyes filled with admiration and satisfaction, but his voice was low and husky as he said, "Not 'Diaz'..."
"Here, you have to call me 'Master'." He put two fingers together and inserted them into her anus again, turning down the frequency of the vibrator. "...Come on."
"Say—'Master, please let me orgasm,' and I'll let you experience an orgasm in your asshole." He said with a smile, his hands not stopping, but slowly massaging the inner walls of her anus.
This sense of shame made Xiaoyue hesitate, as if the tug-of-war between pleasure and reason was almost tearing her apart.
But the climax, which was about to be released but was abruptly interrupted, was even more devastating—faced with Diaz's whispered coaxing and the unbearable sight of his anal development, her nerves were stretched to the limit.
"Master, Master..." That cry, tinged with a nasal sob, was a resolute declaration that cast aside all restraint and reason, and was accompanied by a few glistening tears, making it all the more endearing.
"Please...please let me climax, please..." she whirled, the leather straps binding her making a taut sound.
But that one sound was enough to satisfy Diaz.
"That's right, exactly..." he said in a low voice with approval. "Now, it's time to reward the good boy..."
After speaking, he pulled Xiaoyue into his arms, turned the remote control to the highest frequency, and began to expand and thrust his two fingers into her anus, no longer just tentatively probing.
A surge of intense pleasure washed over her once more, and she could no longer help but moan. Even though she was tightly bound, her body trembled violently, and her azure eyes gradually became blurred with tears.
"Ah... Haaah..." Her head tilted back against Diaz's shoulder, her eyes beginning to lose focus. The intense wave had completely overwhelmed her reason, and even her open mouth was drooling.
"Feels good, right... Once I put my cock in, you little slut will be in heaven." Diaz nibbled on her earlobe, his hand movements becoming more and more intense in sync with the vibrating egg's frequency.
"I'll make you orgasm a few times first, then I'll use your favorite cock to shove it into your cunt, you slut..." he chuckled wickedly, while his other hand began to gently massage the overflowing cunt.
The nipples, clamped by the vibrating egg, began to leak milk uncontrollably due to the intense vibrations. The sensitive clitoris was also swollen high, and the anus, soaked in vaginal fluid, began to make erotic "plop, plop" sounds. Xiaoyue's almost crying moans trembled incessantly.
Only one signal remained in my mind—
It's coming, it's coming, it's coming! The climax... the climax is finally coming!
"Haaaaaah—!"
A glistening column of water sliced through the air, its graceful arc accompanied by shimmering light, shooting high into the air before landing on the ground.
"—Pat-pat-pat-pat."
Accompanied by Xiaoyue's violent spasms and almost suffocating gasps, a surge of heat gushed out of her body, completely out of control, splashing onto the floor in front of the sofa like a fountain.
"Damn little slut... she actually squirted, huh?" Diaz's eyes deepened, his desire in his crotch was hard as steel, and the wet stains on his suit pants seemed to tell of his about to lose control of his bestiality.
Even after her intense orgasm, Xiaoyue's eyes rolled back completely, her brows furrowed, and she gasped for breath like a broken doll, still throbbing from the vibrating egg. "Ah...ha...uh..."
Diaz looked at her on the verge of collapse, but licked his upper lip with amusement. Instead of immediately withdrawing his fingers or stopping the vibration, he slowly untied her restraints while kneading her breasts that were constantly flowing with milk.
Looking at the red marks on her body from the struggle, Diaz gently stroked them, as if confirming his masterpiece or as if confirming her level of acceptance.
Finally, they removed the vibrators and tape, tossed them carelessly on the floor, and let the vibrations continue to echo in the quiet room.
What a slut you can never get tired of... Diaz watched her trembling body, then looked at the messy sofa and floor, and slowly unbuckled his belt and zipper.
"Now... come here." He took off his clothes and pants, sat naked on the sofa, legs spread wide, his ferocious and thick desire standing tall, trembling with excitement. He beckoned to Xiaoyue, forcefully calling her name, but his expression was full of satisfied sadistic desire.
Freed from her newfound freedom, she lay sprawled on the sofa, her eyes blurry, her body trembling uncontrollably. Hearing his call, and hearing his erect, throbbing desire, she unconsciously swallowed hard and crawled over like a docile puppy.
Diaz looked at her, pleased with her obedient behavior, and a smile of appreciation appeared on his lips. He gently ran his fingers through her hair, and in contrast to his harsh tone, he gently rubbed her scalp.
"...Do you want it?" He gently wiped the corner of her mouth, still wet with saliva, with his fingertip. Her bewildered yet obedient eyes made his long-suppressed breathing become disordered.
She nodded, and almost without saying another word, she took Diaz's desire into her mouth.
This caused him to tighten his grip on Xiaoyue's head slightly, letting out a low groan: "Hiss... Did Master say I could blow... Hmm?"
He gently tugged at Xiaoyue's hair, forcing her to lift her head. A thin strand of saliva stretched across his wet genitals, but a final, intensely doting look seemed to flash in his eyes. He pressed her head back down onto his penis and thrust it deep inside—
"Damn... hiss—"
He tilted his head back with satisfaction, enjoying the softness in her warm mouth and the tightness in his throat caused by the intrusion of the foreign object. After swallowing and spitting several times, Diaz finally couldn't hold back any longer and pulled Xiaoyue up and pushed her onto the sofa.
"...Whether you're ready or not...I'm going in." Diaz's chest heaved violently, his voice becoming hoarse and sexy. He spread her buttocks apart with his hands and pressed his hard, almost purple desire against her entrance.
"Let's start from here..." As soon as he finished speaking, he plunged himself completely in!
With her heightened sensitivity, Xiaoyue experienced a small orgasm almost instantly after being brutally penetrated. Her hands gripping the sofa made "crack, crack" sounds, accompanied by her trembling and hoarse moans, which was as if Diaz had been given the strongest aphrodisiac.
The shimmering, moist honey hole, even with his penetration, already began to entwine his desire like countless tentacles, trembling and writhing. If he hadn't held back... he might have ejaculated.
"...So pleasurable? You really are a little bitch who needs to be disciplined, huh?" He spoke humiliating words, but his movements were completely gentle. As he began to move his hips, the honey hole kept making lewd sounds. His hand, covered in the glistening fluid, was reinserted into the slightly swollen anus.
"Uh...uh..." Xiaoyue clung tightly to the edge of the sofa, her whole body trembling violently, her eyes completely unfocused.
The simultaneous stimulation from both ends was unprecedented for her. Even back in the brothel, she had fiercely resisted this urge, refusing to give herself even under violence. But with Diaz, she felt no resistance whatsoever, and even...
Immersed in it.
Does falling in love with someone mean you'll lower your standards indefinitely?
"Now, that's enough foreplay." Diaz slowly withdrew his wet penis and fingers, panting as he gently rubbed them against the swollen anus. "The main event... is about to begin."
After speaking, he forced his large, ferocious desire into the already fully expanded anus.
The tight embrace sent a jolt through Diaz, and he almost couldn't help but thrust forward, feeling the unique embrace and warmth inside.
"So...tight...fuck." His tattooed arm was taut from the effort. Although he was eager, he wasn't rough, but the new stimulation made him unable to stop.
"Ha...ha...ha..." Xiaoyue opened her mouth wide, panting heavily, her body tense and trembling due to the slight pain.
She had initially thought that Diaz would remain gentle, but after a few thrusts, his movements began to quicken and intensify, even bordering on a punitive rhythm.
"—Slap!" A loud slap landed on her round buttocks, forcing Xiaoyue to subconsciously tighten her muscles.
"Ah...! Haa! Gently, gently... Diaz!" Xiaoyue felt as if her abdomen was being pierced through, being constantly churned from behind. The fullness made her feel somewhat painful, and she screamed.
Upon hearing this, Diaz thrust himself deep inside, a cruel smile playing on his lips: "No, that's not the name."
"Slap! Slap! Slap!" One slap after another landed on her fair buttocks, leaving deep red marks, as well as a kind of tingling and pleasure that shouldn't have appeared, as if it contradicted the frequency of the thrusting. Each contraction brought an even deeper pleasure.
...How could this be? There seems to be something different about this...
"Come on, yell louder! You know how to bark, you little bitch!" He slapped her buttocks, his breathing becoming more and more rapid, and his erect penis swelled up several sizes, as if foreshadowing something.
The stinging sensation constantly challenged Xiaoyue's rationality, while waves of pleasure surged into her brain. At this moment, shame, fear, and discomfort seemed to have all turned into light, indistinct clouds.
"Master... Master... Ah..." she cried out, groaning, but she no longer remembered why she was crying out. She only knew that Diaz wanted her to call out and gave the order.
The sounds of flesh colliding grew increasingly intense, and the semen had already slid down their thighs. Their moans became more and more rapid and fragmented, adding an unknown atmosphere of debauchery to the red and black space of passion.
"Tell me, who's your master?" He grabbed Xiaoyue's long hair and pulled her back, his waist pounding against her tirelessly like a pile driver. "Say you'll never touch gangsters again, say it!"
"Ha...ha! I...I can't...! Ahh!" The burning and tingling sensation surged through all her senses, leaving her unable to think beyond responding.
Diaz reached between her legs with his other hand, pinched the swollen and erect clitoris, pulled her hair back, forced her to press completely against his body, and continued to thrust into her tight intestinal walls.
"Ah! Ahh... Master! My master!" She was like a dam that had finally collapsed, her blue eyes completely overwhelmed by lust, her flushed cheeks looked like they could bleed, and a little sweat seeped out, glistening in the sunlight.
"Never again... never again... never again!" Xiaoyue screamed as if she were about to cry, her eyes already wet with tears. "I'll be good... haa! My master's little bitch..."
"No...please, Master! It's too deep...I'm going to die...ah!"
Her fingernails almost dug into Diaz's flesh, but he didn't care. The hand that was pulling her hair instead grabbed her slender neck, and the rhythm of his waist moved faster and faster.
"That's right! That's it! You belong to me... everything you have belongs to me!"
"I will absolutely not allow anyone to lay a finger on you, not even yourself!" He almost frantically pressed her against the sofa, gripping her waist tightly with both hands, and thrust in hard to the very end just as he was about to pull out.
That day, everyone in the building knew where the Godfather and his wife had gone, but no one dared to say a word. Even the messages sent by Mary were intercepted by Diaz's men.
Late into the night, Xiaoyue lost consciousness amidst the intense pleasure, like a tamed little beast in a cage.
Diaz held her, his voice low and cold: "Remember what you said today. If you dare touch those rotten things again, I'll make sure you can only call me 'master' here forever, and you can't go anywhere else."
He licked away the sweat and tears from her face, his brown eyes unfathomable—on one side was the satisfaction of aftermath, and on the other, a possessiveness colder than any climax.
Messages from the outside world were being blocked one by one, but Mary's smile slowly appeared somewhere...
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