I Shall Cuck Everyone

Chapter 486: Rora Wants To Be Punished

I didn’t waste another second. I grabbed her wide, trembling hips, lined myself up, and slammed my cock into her sopping-wet pussy with a force that cracked through the quiet room like a gunshot.

"ACH—!"

Aurora’s head snapped back, her eyes rolling back as I buried myself to the base of my cock. The impact was so violent a visible shockwave rippled through the soft flesh of her thighs and ass, waves of pleasure spreading outward from the point where our bodies collided. I didn’t slow down. I pulled back until I was barely holding on, then drove forward again and again, my cock moving like a piston in a high-performance engine.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

Every time I lunged forward, I brought my hand down hard against her huge ass, the sharp crack of the impact mixing with the wet, squelching sound of my cock sliding through her overflowing juices. Her skin turned a deep, burning red beneath my palms, but she didn’t complain. Instead, she let out a string of sweet, mindless moans.

"Yes! Oh god, Jake! Break me! Break your bitch!"

I was honestly shocked. Seeing the cold, calculating business-woman of a global empire reduced to a whimpering, ass-shaking mess was a high better than any drug. I leaned down, my chest pressing against her arched back, and whispered harshly into her ear while I kept pelting her backside with heavy slaps.

"Is that right? You want to be broken? Then tell me who I am, Aurora. Call me Daddy."

The request sent an electric jolt through her. Her pussy walls, already tight enough, began to pulse and clench with a desperate grip as if wanting to milk me

"Yes... Daddy! Please, Daddy, fill me up! Give me your seeds!"

That was the breaking point. As she screamed the words, her inner muscles clamped down on my cock like a vice, milking it with a thousand tiny, invisible fingers. I let out a low, guttural growl and thrust forward one last time, digging my fingers so deep into the flesh of her ass that I knew I was leaving bruises. I erupted a massive, hot load of my seed jetting deep into her womb, pulses of white-hot heat surging through my entire body.

Aurora’s body went rigid. She let out a long, high-pitched cry that broke into a cry of pure ecstasy as her own orgasm tore through her. We stayed like that for a long minute, both of us panting, the only sound the frantic pounding of our hearts.

When I finally pulled out, the sight was lewd enough to be a painting. My cock was coated in a mixture of her juices and my own cream, and as I stepped back, a thick white stream of semen leaked out of her gaping entrance, trailing down her inner thighs and onto the expensive silk sheets.

Aurora collapsed flat on her face, her limbs twitching. "I love you... Jake... I love you so much," she muttered into the pillow, her voice thick with post-coital bliss.

I chuckled, wiping a bead of sweat from my forehead. "You say that now, but I think I didn’t break you enough this time."

After a few minutes, the fog seemed to lift. Aurora didn’t just lie there, though; she pushed herself up, her movements still a little shaky, and crawled toward me. Without a word, she took my softening cock back into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head with a practiced greed that made me raise an eyebrow.

"Heh, you really mean business today, don’t you?" I said, reaching down to stroke her hair.

She paused and looked up at me, her eyes still glazed but burning with a new, darker intent. "It has been too long since you fucked me until I couldn’t walk properly for days, Jake. I’ve missed the pain. I’ve missed you inside me all the time."

Suddenly, she broke away and walked—well, wobbled over to the walk-in closet. When she returned, she wasn’t empty-handed. She was carrying a small black leather bag that looked suspiciously heavy.

She sat on the edge of the bed and dumped the contents onto the sheets. My eyes widened as the toys spilled out across the silk. It was an arsenal of perversion; leather straps, a heavy rubber ball gag, silk blindfolds, feather ticklers, a set of sized butt plugs, pulsing egg-shaped vibrators, and a wicked-looking whip.

Aurora looked up at me, her expression shifting from proud display to a sheepish, submissive smile. She looked like a little girl caught with her hand in the cookie jar—except the cookies were high-grade BDSM equipment.

"I’ve been a very bad girl while you were away, Jake," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. "I think I need to be punished by my husband."

I looked at the pile Aurora had dumped onto the bed and then back at her.

"So, you’ve been a naughty little wife, playing with toys behind my back?" I said, my voice dropping into a low, predatory growl. I walked toward her, and she flinched, but she didn’t pull away. Her eyes were wide, pleading, and absolutely filthy with lust. "You’re right, husband. I’ve been very naughty. And a bad girl needs to be punished."

I didn’t give her a chance to breathe. I grabbed her wrists, the skin still hot and flushed from the first round, and snapped the heavy leather cuffs into place. The cold metal clinked with a finality that made her gasp. I reached for the spreader bar—a thick stainless steel rod that looked like it belonged in a torture chamber and hooked the D-rings of her ankle cuffs to the ends of the bar.

With a rough shove, I forced her legs apart. I heard the faint pop of her hip joints as the bar locked her into a permanent, wide-open V. She was completely exposed now, her soaking-wet pussy dripping love juice onto the sheets, the pink inner walls pulsing with a rhythmic, desperate hunger for my cock.