You are mine – r18

You are mine – r18

"You like that, don't you? You like being mine."

Her response was a breathless murmur, "Yes, my lord."

Julian felt his cock swell even more, his dominance over her a potent aphrodisiac. He delivered another spank, harder this time, watching with satisfaction as her ass cheeks bounced.

Emma's body was a maelstrom of sensation, each slap sending a jolt of pain that morphed into a wave of pleasure. She could feel the tears trickling down her face, but they weren't from pain; they were tears of pleasure, a catharsis of the intense emotions that Julian stirred within her. She had never felt so alive, so consumed by desire.

Julian pulled her hair, his strokes becoming more vigorous with each passing moment. "

You're mine now, Emma," he grunted, his voice thick with lust. "No one will touch you like this again, not even your husband."

She felt a strange sense of relief and excitement, the thrill of being claimed by such a powerful man.

Emma's voice was barely a whisper, but the words were clear and filled with a need that could not be denied.

"Yes, my lord," she replied, her voice trembling with the weight of her submission. "I am only yours, you can fuck me anytime you want."

"Get ready for the second round, my sweet Emma."

The promise in his voice sent a shiver down her spine, and she felt a renewed surge of arousal. She had never felt so alive, so desired, as she did in that moment.

Julian's cock slid back into her, the sensation of being filled again sending another jolt of pleasure through her. She moaned into the pillow, the soft fabric muffling the sounds of their lovemaking. He began to move again, his hips setting a steady rhythm that had her body responding almost immediately.

Emma felt the mattress shift as Julian settled into a deeper angle, his strokes hitting a spot that had her panting with need. She pushed back against him, eager for more of his delicious friction.

The sound of skin on skin filled the air along with her muffled moans and the occasional slap of his hand against her ass. Julian was relentless, his movements powerful and sure, as if he had been born to claim her in this way.

The words she hadn't known she was capable of saying spilled from her lips.

"Yes, lord," she shouted, the sound echoing through the chamber. "Fuck me like a slut, use me, take me."

Julian's grip on her hips tightened, his thrusts becoming more demanding, more possessive. It was as if her words had unlocked some primal instinct within him, and she reveled in the knowledge that she could elicit such a raw, animalistic response from this powerful mage.

He pulled her hair, arching her back so that she was forced to look into his eyes. The intensity in his gaze was like a storm, a tempest of passion and desire that she found herself lost within.

"Yes, you are," he growled, his voice a dark affirmation of her new role. "You're my personal slut, Emma. You're here to serve me, to give me pleasure."