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holding me still as his face filled my vision.  
    “Look at me. Let me see the look in your eyes. No matter what, keep your eyes open.”  
    I felt his cock against my leg, sliding, and then suddenly the heat of it pressed against my entrance. I was so wet that when he grunted and flexed his perfect body his cock entered me, the bulbous head spreading me open easily, at first. Then the pain came, quick and sharp, and I squirmed and yelped as his cock sank yet deeper into my body, but I kept my eyes open.
    “It hurts,” I whimpered.  
    He slowed.  
    “Shhh. It’s all right. It’ll be better.”  
    He kissed me softly, warm lips resting on mine, but kept his eyes open, and so did I. The feeling of his rod sliding into my tight channel was not so painful now, but there was still a burn to it as my slippery walls opened around this thick invader, a warm fullness spreading through me. It wasn’t so bad, after all. It began to feel good as he lay on top of me and slowly, slowly, slowly pressed himself in until he was buried to the root, and went still. I tried to turn but he trapped me with kisses, making my stomach flutter, an odd sensation as I felt full of his manhood. Only then did he slowly begin to pump, and my legs spread and lifted around him, grasping his hips. My thighs were slick and hot, even as I hooked my calves around his legs. He went from holding my wrists to holding my hands, his fingers twined through mine. Every time a jolt of pleasure or pain jerked through me, my hands tightened around his. Strong hands, implacable hands.  
    His gentleness shocked me, but what shocked me more was the animal grunt and the sudden rush as he began to pump faster, and squeezed my arms harder. He pressed his forehead to mine and ground against me, driving me into the bed with his long, hard thrusts. I writhed under him, sliding against his body, slick with sweat, as his mouth found my throat again and he grunted and snarled and pressed harder and harder with every thrust. Driven into a frenzy by his cock, I arched under him and cried out, a tingling, pressing feeling rolling through my body as my nerves all came alive at once. I was swept away on a current of pleasure, a passenger in my own body as warm pulses spread through me, laced with cold, jolting shocks, more and more every second, every thrust. He grunted and arched up, pressing me down, lifting from me and grimacing as he climaxed inside me, spilling his seed deep within.  
    As he reached his peak mine exploded through me, sending me into a writhing frenzy followed by a sudden, total calm as I flopped still on the bed in a puddle of my own sweat, totally spent. He drew out of me slowly and stood up, clenching his well-shaped legs to conceal the trembling in his muscles as he steadied himself. His cock was wet from me, hanging between his legs. I lay there breathing slowly and staring at him. He reached down and traced his rough fingertips over my stomach and around my nipples, and then closed his hand around my throat, until I could feel my own pulse beating against his fingers. I remained stock still as he caressed my jaw with his thumb, and let go.  
    “I give you permission to cleanse yourself, but you will not bathe until I tell you. I want my scent on you for a while longer.”  
    “Yes,” I nodded, then curled up on the bed. “May I dress, now?”  
    “No. You will eat lunch and dinner with me, nude. Then I will allow you to bathe. If you please me when I fuck you again tonight, I will give you a nice warm bath, and clothes to wear.”  
    He gave me a caress, running his fingers through my hair.  
    “Perfect. Beautiful. Quite an investment, I must say.”  
    “Thank you.”  
    “Rest, now. If I am going to breed you, we must couple many times, until I know you’re quickened. Sleep.”  
    I drifted off as he left me, clothes folded on one arm, and flicked out the light. I fingered my collar. Not so bad, now.
    Not so bad at all.