Punished By Passion: His Dirty Submissive

Chapter 5

“F–fuck!” I cry out as Cole drives into me. My tight walls stretch painfully around him, his thick c**k forcing its way in like my body was never meant to take something this big. He feels impossibly huge, splitting me apart, filling me until my breath hitches in ragged gasps. I knew he was big… but not this big.

“Breathe, Jacqueline,” he growls, stilling deep inside me, giving me just enough time to adjust to the brutal stretch.

Then, calm as ever, he orders, “Touch yourself.”

Something about that steady, commanding voice melts every ounce of resistance. My hand slips down between us, trembling as my fingers find my clit. The second I stroke, pleasure rips through me, sharp and hot. My eyelids flutter shut, lips bitten raw, a moan slipping out before I can stop it.

“Now play with those perfect t**s for me,” Cole demands. His hips start moving again, slow but deliberate thrusts that drag along every tender inch inside me. I obey, cupping my breasts, rolling my n*****s between my fingers until they’re stiff peaks aching for his mouth.

“God, your body is f*****g perfect,” he groans. His thrusts quicken, growing rougher, and I writhe beneath him, fingers circling my clit faster, desperate to keep up with the brutal rhythm. Every stroke hurts—but it’s the kind of pain that makes me wetter, needier. The kind of pain I beg for.

“Good girl,” he rasps. “Keep touching yourself while I f**k this tight little p***y open.”

His words light me up. Shame burns my cheeks, but my body quivers with arousal, my fingers working my slick button harder and harder.

“That’s it,” Cole snarls, pounding me deeper, harder, until the table beneath me rattles. “Rub that filthy little cunt for me. Come on my cock.”

My heart hammers in my chest, the sound of blood roaring in my ears. He’s buried so deep inside me, plunging harder with every thrust, but I still crave more. Always more.

“More,” I whisper, choking on the word, my eyes squeezed shut.

Cole grips my hips, fingers digging into my flesh until it feels like he might bruise me, pinning me down like prey. I love the way it feels, like I’m small, fragile, breakable in his hands.

“Ruin me, Cole,” I plead, chest arching up against him. “Use me. f**k me like your whore.”

The words spill out of me unfiltered, filthy and desperate, and it only drives him wilder.

“I love that dirty f*****g mouth,” Cole growls. He grabs my legs, throwing them over his shoulders, and slams into me so deep I choke on a scream. Pain sparks sharp, but I’m addicted to it—the burn, the stretch, the way every withdrawal leaves me empty and every brutal thrust makes me beg for more.

“You’re mine,” he snarls, pounding into me like he’s trying to brand me from the inside out. His c**k slams into the deepest part of me, forcing cries from my throat, leaving me trembling, clinging, wanting.

“All mine, Jacqueline. Say it.”

“Y–yours,” I gasp, voice breaking. “f**k! I’m yours!”

“That’s right,” Cole growls, pounding into me harder, his c**k battering my insides. “Now come for me, baby. Come all over daddy’s big cock.”

His filthy command shatters me. My body seizes, back arching off the table as a scream rips out of me. My vision whites out, stars exploding behind my eyelids, galaxies swallowing me whole. My p***y clamps down violently around him, milking his thick length as wave after wave of orgasm crashes through me.

“f**k—look at you,” Cole snarls, watching me convulse beneath him. “So tight, so wet… f*****g perfect.”

I can’t stop shaking, my walls spasming around him, dragging him deeper. And then his voice turns darker, rougher...

“I’m going to pump you full, fill this perfect little cunt until you’re dripping.”

“Yes!” I sob, legs tightening around him, needing it, needing all of him.

With a brutal thrust, he slams into my deepest point and holds there. His c**k throbs, swelling, before hot, thick ropes of c*m explode inside me. The sensation rips another orgasm straight out of me, fiercer than the first—I scream, body clenching around him, milking every spurt as he floods me.

I feel every pulse of him as he empties himself, his seed coating my walls until I swear I can feel it pooling inside me. He groans, hips jerking, c**k twitching as he stuffs me full. My cunt squeezes tighter, desperate to take it all, but there’s too much. His c*m overflows, hot and sticky, sliding out around his c**k, down my thighs, dripping messily onto the table and the floor.

Cole finally pulls out with a wet sound, and I whimper at the sudden emptiness. His release gushes from my stretched hole, leaking between my thighs. He doesn’t let me catch my breath before he leans down and crushes his mouth to mine. His kiss is brutal, claiming, his tongue owning me as completely as his c**k just did.

When he finally pulls back, I’m shaking, ruined, dripping, his c*m smeared all over me. His eyes burn into mine as his voice rumbles low, possessive, filthy.

“You’re perfect, Jacqueline. Every f*****g inch of you is mine. This p***y, this body, it belongs to me now.”

His words slam into me, raw and dirty, and I shudder, because he’s right.