Peter groaned at her words, as he felt something cold and wet drip down his ass cheeks. Suddenly, her hands were on his shoulders, and he could feel her hardness pressed against him, slowly but insistently pressing against his sphincter. “I’m going to enjoy fucking you. Take my cock, like a good little slut.” As Claire spoke, she pressed forward, and the tip of her cock slid inside him. He squirmed, unable to do a thing, as Claire’s cock penetrated him deeper. She began rocking her hips; thrusting slowly, but getting a little deeper every time. “I know you wanted this; but just suppose you didn’t. Nothing you can do about it. You’re not giving me your virginity, I’m taking it from you, whether you like it or not. My cum in your mouth, my cage on that little cloth, and my cock inside you. I TOLD you I was going to claim you. My helpless little collared bitch, I’m going to fuck your holes whenever I want.”

Her thrusts were getting harder & deeper, as her words flooded over him. Despite himself, he could feel his cock leaking more and more; the strangest of sensations building within him. He growled. “Yes. You are locked into those restraints, that cage. I have video proof of you voluntarily putting them on, remember? But where are the keys? Am I going to take them off? Maybe tonight? Tomorrow? Maybe I’ll decide I want you caged, permanently.”

At the mention of video, Peter was reminded of the camera, on the table, pointing at the bed. He whimpered, even as her words pushed his arousal ever higher. Claire’s fingers gripped his shoulders, pulling him backward, forcing him to impale himself even deeper, as she continued to goad and threaten him. “Good slut, taking all of my cock. I’ll have to get a bigger one for next time; you’re obviously wanting a bigger cock inside you. I bet you’re going to cum for me, while I fuck you, aren’t you?” He shuddered in the restraints, hands twisting uselessly, as the combination of sensations and words pushed him over the edge. His cock twitched and throbbed, cum running from him as Claire fucked him.

When Peter regained his senses, Claire was laid beside him. He had no recollection of how she was there, no memory of her pulling out of him. She unfastened the muzzle, taking it, and her underwear, and tossing them aside, on the bed.

“Welcome back. I’m guessing you enjoyed that?” Shuddering, not trusting himself to speak yet, he nodded, resting his head on her chest. “I’m so glad, darling. I’ll let you come back to yourself for a moment; then it’s time for you to do a bit of the work.” She slid under him, manoeuvring herself so her bare sex was directly below him. Unbidden, he lowered his head, and begun licking and kissing at her folds, tongue dipping between her labia, tasting the desire. Her hands gripped his hair, holding him hard against her, as she ground herself into his face, her cries become one continuous keening, as she thrashed against him, her hot juices flooding into his mouth.