"That's for me to decide!"
"No, it's not!"
"Shut up or I'll knock you out and kill you instead of Brad!"
Knowing he was perfectly capable, Crystal finally calmed down."
"It's no big deal," Jarrod finally affirmed with relief.
"We only have to put a bandage on to stop the bleeding."
He caught his breath with difficulty, as he had when they'd just done it, his burning breath caressing the back of his neck.
"You pest. You know what I'm going to do to you, don't you..."
She shook her head.
He held her firmly against him as he closed her wound, then when he'd finished, he dragged her by force toward the room that had become their bedroom.
"Come here, bitch!"
"I told you to let go of me, you dirty jailer!"
"This time, I'm really going to become one!"
And with that, he threw her violently onto the bed before bending down and grabbing something from under the bed?
"You'd better not move, or else..." His voice was terribly menacing, so menacing that Crystal felt her heartbeat redouble.
The chains. It had been down there all this time. Crystal had never thought to look underneath.
"You tried to run away, baby, so I'm going to put them back on you. I'm a man of my word after all, as your father might attest."
He licked the chains.
"And now you too."
"As if I'd let you!"
And she tried to jump off the bed and flee to any other room, but he soon caught her, and threw her back violently onto the bed.
She struggled fiercely as he put the chains on her, but he had sat on her while he proceeded then to watch her struggle like a forcenée.
"Go ahead, struggle! I like it when my women struggle to pretend to protest when they're in heat and their pussy is burning like an awakening volcano!"
He got up and went into the kitchen to bring back the knife with which she slashed her wrist.
"No...Jarrod, no, please..." she made abruptly frightened as he got back on top of her.
"Why not?" he said with his voice now impassive but his gaze incendiary, "it's my turn to use it."
And he licked the blade of the knife where his blood was still there until he swallowed it all, and that, never ceasing to stare at her, then tore his clothes with the knife and tore off the ends to throw them carelessly to the floor.
Then he massaged her chest, going from her shoulders to the bottom of her belly, lingering on the sensitive points, lowering his head to take each end in his mouth, sucking them to harden them into rubies.
"Stop it! Even if you do that, nothing will come out!"
"That I doubt."
He reached over to open the bedside table drawer and take from the bottom a bottle-lubricant.
And he went further down, soaked his fingers in lubricant before taking her pussy in his mouth, devouring it like an addictive candy while his fingers explored the other hole.
Crystal arched her back, crying out a faint "no" as her whole body screamed the opposite. She could never put into words what she was feeling right now, sensations that went beyond pain, so far beyond.
Words would never be enough anyway.
And to think she'd thought she'd felt it all with him.
"Can you feel it?" he asked against her pussy now as wet as a damp forest, "the finger went all the way in."
"Okay...now take it out please." she begged, not knowing if she meant it or not.
"All right." he did, obeying her request strangely pleasingly, but she knew she should have been wary, because no sooner did he withdraw his finger than he inserted two at the same time, Crystal arching even more as he flicked back and forth in her ass, and in her pussy with his tongue...
He went as far as he could in both places.
Tears were inevitable, as was this tell-tale orgasm she'd never known in her life.
But this wasn't the end, it was just the beginning.
He lifted her onto her stomach, then pressed her down onto her knees.
"Spread your legs a little more," he ordered, grunting and tugging at the chains encircling her ankles.
He spread her buttocks and inserted two more fingers.
"I need to soften her as much as possible to receive me. You know my dimension, don't you?"
Then it didn't last long. Crystal felt him soak her sex with lubricant and then approach her, approach her black hole.
She tensed again.
"My turn now, baby."
He gripped her hips then entered. Head first, then he paused for a moment to let her get used to his presence, his massive invasion.
She tensed as the pain began.
"Shh. Relax." he encouraged her as he massaged her back, her chest, kissing her soft, salty skin.
"Sorry, darling, but I'm going deeper."
"No, Jarrod, I couldn't possibly..."
"Of course you can."
And he penetrated deeper with a powerful thrust of his kidney, again and again until everything was in, everything was inside her.
He leaned down to nibble the nape of her neck and whispered pleasurably into her ear.
"Can you feel me, Crsytal. can you feel that I'm all inside you. I can't go on, you've swallowed me whole."
She didn't answer then, he moved in a way that made her moan.
"Answer."
She nodded.
"Yes, I can feel it."
"Okay, then I'll move now."
"Oh yes."
And after placing a kiss on her cheek, he began to move, passionately and ardently. But more than that, he was making his possession clear to her, that it was he and no one else who was her first to anal, that in this moment, he was her jailer. He moved with such intensity that his hips collided with her buttocks, producing eloquent sounds that echoed in unison with the chains rattling on the bed.
In the end, Jarrod forced her to lie all the way down and lay on top of her, relieving her a little of the weight of his fiery body by leaning on one hand while the other was clamped on her hip to amplify the vigor of his thrusts.
"Turn your head towards me." he commanded her while sensing that they were both coming to the end.
When she didn't obey, he turned her to face him, and plunging his light-veiled gaze into hers, identical, kissed her.
Their mouths were firmly united as they came together, the animal cries and...amazement muffled. He exploded inside her, and continued to oscillate to fill her black hole.
Afterwards, when the formidable fire of their...sexual enchainment, the couple rested on the completely trashed bed, Jarrod, propped up on his elbow, braced the soothed body of his lover and captive.
"Are you all right?" he inquired softly.
"Yes. My wound's stopped bleeding, which is miraculous considering what you'd done to me."
He laughed and kissed her shoulder.
"I'm reassured, but I wasn't talking about this 'wound'."
Crystal swallowed her saliva.
"And if I say it's not all right...?"
Her jailer took his time to reply.
"Then I'll untie you."
Crystal wrinkled her brow, unconvinced.
"Really?" she inquired all the same.
"Yes."
And without waiting, he released her.
"You see. But now," he continued, "we'll go and wash up."
"Together, I presume?"
"You know we will. Shower or bath."
The temptation was too great.
"A big, hot, smoky bath full of bubbles."
"I'll prepare that for us."