Previous Parts Here: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

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Part 5

In a heartbeat, they were kissing, Amber’s body on fire when Ethan grabbed at her loosely bound wrists, pulling the dark-blue silk tie almost painfully tight while she moaned against his lips. Then, in one smooth motion, he lifted her tied arms above her head.

Blushing hard and panting, she tried to meet his eyes. Letting herself be posed but confused about what he wanted, searching his face for clues... Ethan’s plan was soon clear though, as he hitched the makeshift restraint onto a coat hook above the tinted rear passenger window of the Benz, securing her in place...

Strung up by her wrists with her legs spread-eagled, Amber whimpered as Ethan sat back to admire her.

Unhurried. Taking his time... eyes fixed on hers. Entitled green stare sliding lower. 

Lingering on her lips and throat, appraising her heaving breasts. Nipples bolt-hard points beneath the thin blue material of her summer dress. Then moving lower, gaze smoldering darkly as he looked at where her soft thighs were spread wide, hem of the short dress sat well above her hips, cute white panties soaked through with arousal.

Everything presented for his enjoyment.

Amber’s breath caught in her throat when she saw his lips part, Ethan’s breathing heavy. She gave a little whimper of longing when she spied his excitement, huge cock straining down the leg of his suit pants. Her every deviant wish about his size coming true before her eyes...

Ethan tracked her eyeline, smiling. 

“Is this what you want, then?” He murmured hoarsely, looking up to gesture at her bound wrists. “You want me to treat you like a bad girl?”

She could barely answer, rolling her hips to try and tame the pounding demands throbbing through her needy sex. “Yes... Please... I need this so badly...” She gave a shaky sigh and swallowed hard. “Help me forget him. Make me yours... He hasn’t touched me for weeks – I can’t stand it any longer.”

Amber watched the surprise in Ethan’s expression – hot lust giving way to incredulity just for a moment.

“Weeks? Jesus...” He breathed, eyes fixed on the softly pulsing mess between her legs. Amber’s panties practically melting over her puffy, needy cunt. 

“Take me... use me... It’s yours now...” She whined, pleading with him.

Ethan leaned close, resting a heavy hand on her knee, so maddeningly close to where she wanted his touch – denying her still...

“What’s mine?” He teased, bringing his other hand up to caress her cheek. Cupping her chin while he brushed his thumb over her bottom lip, pulling her mouth open gently. “This?”

Amber groaned and nodded desperately, eyes wide.

His hand drifted lower, loosely gripping her throat before stroking her chest, pausing with his palm resting lightly over her racing heart - every beat shunting blood to her swollen, red-hot pussy... Then, with deliberate slowness, he pushed his fingers under the thin material of her summer dress, Amber panting and gasping as she felt his big hand close around her breast, firm nipple aching and tingling as his fingers swept across the sensitive crimped skin...

“This?” He murmured, breath shuddering in his throat before he swallowed hard.

“Yes!” Amber’s shrill, choked whisper made him smile darkly, sliding his hand from the soft swell of her breast.

Travelling lower, over her pale blue dress, trailing over her little belly. Down further still, brushing the tops of her thighs with his fingertips - teasing bare skin while Amber bit her lip and whimpered...

“Or this?” He leaned in and whispered against her ear, those big fingers suddenly curled against her drenched panties, cupping her soaked sex, heel of his hand pushing down on her mound. Ethan rocking the tendon of his middle finger slowly from side to side over her aching, needy clit. Rigid little point singing with pleasure at the contact, throbbing so hard it felt like it was trying to push proud of her ruined underwear to meet him – desperate for his touch...

Amber tried to answer... But her words were lost in the strangled wail of lust.

She nodded, gasping for breath, nearly sobbing with pleasure. Bucking her hips to try and grind her pussy against his hand... 

Then he was kissing her again, and she felt him peel the drenched cotton of her panties from the searing heat of her slick folds and pull it to one side, stroking her inner thigh before his touch returned to her bare sex. Amber whimpered with joy as the wide pad of his middle finger pushed slid through her wetness, circling her rigid clit slowly. Pressure, rhythm, positioning, all perfect as Ethan pleasured her eager little cunt.

Gasping for breath, she threw her head back, looking up to see her hands clasping and unclasping involuntarily where they were bound above her head. Her fingers were tingling. Scalp, nose, lips too – every ounce of blood racing to her pulsing pussy and the swelling climax building deep in her core. Amber blinked her eyes in disbelief, struggling to comprehend how she could be this close already. 

No one had ever brought her this close to orgasm so quickly...

Shaking, she fought to hold onto the feeling, every astonishing sensation; Ethan’s weight where he was leaning against her shoulder, his gorgeous scent mixing with her sweet musk where it was coating his circling fingers. The freeing, heavenly sense of submitting to his will and giving her body to him – scouring any thought of Matty’s lies and betrayal from her consciousness.

Amber’s mind went blank, glare of white light suddenly clouding her vision as she felt her orgasm coming... Suddenly wailing with her face buried in Ethan’s thick neck, “Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes,” over and over as the towering wave of her climax reared up ready to crash through and annihilate her...

She came harder than she thought possible, muscles in her thighs jerking and cramping as her pussy clenched and gushed. Every nerve ending in her body firing, a blooming burst of neural fireworks making her moan, tremble and shudder with the sweetest pleasure she’d ever known. Amber was dimly aware of Ethan kissing her neck and throat, sliding his fingers inside her to enjoy each pulsing quiver of her orgasm. The feel of his thick digits gently stretching her needy little hole had her gasping once more, sagging against her restraints, trying to slide lower in her seat and welcome more of him into her.

“Fuck me... Oh, God, please – fuck me.” She groaned. “Fucking use me – fill me up and fuck me til I can’t think...”

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Amber should have known he’d make her wait...

Squirming where she was hung by her wrists, she watched as Ethan stripped slowly. Taking his time to fold first his shirt, then his suit pants and lay them deliberately on the front passenger seat. His body was incredible – big frame blessed with layer upon layer of lean muscle. Definition on his shoulders, pecs and abs worthy of the doe-eyed beachwear models she’d lusted after as a teen – stealing looks on department store websites when her parents were out of the room.

But Ethan wasn’t one of those glossy, anodyne pretty boys. A fuzz of dark hair shading his chest and washboard stomach differentiating him from the waxed, oiled specimens she’d salivated over in high school. And those eyes....

Jesus Christ, those fucking eyes...

Bright and fierce; emerald glare peeling every layer of her defences away. Amber left slack-jawed and panting in his presence. Aching for him.

Oh dear Lord, his cock is huge...

Ethan smiled as he slid his boxer briefs off his thighs, noting her sharp intake of breath. 

“Don’t worry – I’ll make sure you’re ready.” The words delivered in a bass rumble that filled the cossetted interior of the blacked-out Merc – tone chillingly ambiguous... 

Did he mean ‘ready comfortable’ or ‘ready for the pain’? 

Is it bad that I’m just as excited for either?

She groaned with longing as Ethan made his way across from the other side of the cabin. Moving the front passenger seat forward to make room for him to get into the footwell in front of her, heavy cock slapping against his thick thighs as he stepped over the transmission tunnel. Amber wondered at the dense sound of his semi-erect shaft bouncing off firm flesh, imagining just how fucking good it would feel slapping her juicy clit...

With Ethan’s bulk looming over her restrained body, she felt incredibly vulnerable, heart thumping in her chest when he braced his weight against the headrest behind her and knelt between her legs, using his knees to spread her wider... Ethan’s cock bounced softly in time with his pulse as his eyes roved over her body once more – thick shaft swelling and stiffening, tip rising from near her belly until it was level with her chest. 

She couldn’t take her eyes off it, stunned by the size. Her body was desperate for this, aching for the savage stretch that she knew would come from taking that thing in her little hole – but she was scared.

What if I can’t take him?

“Ethan, I...” She began, swallowing hard, then crying out with pleasure as he reached between her legs again and started to stroke her pussy. “Oh God, yes – touch me...”

“Jesus... You’re so wet - you feel amazing...” He murmured, sliding his finger inside her dripping cunt. “...But you’re so tight - have you ever been with anyone as big as me?”

She shook her head slowly, lips parted, face on fire, heat rushing up her chest as he pushed in deeper, pad of his finger dragging over her swollen g spot. 

“I can take it – I promise...” Amber whimpered breathlessly.  “Please, Ethan. I need this. It’s yours, please take it...” 

He smiled, that animal quality returning to his expression, bared teeth reminding her of some vast, savage predator ready to tear into her.

Do it. Ruin me. Fucking break me with that thing.

Moving his hand from the headrest, he cradled her jaw before maneuvering her head. Slowly but firmly to making her look down. 

Ethan adjusted himself, sinking lower. Moving back until he was resting the length of his heavy cock on her belly, thick base hot against her plump little mound. Amber’s eyes widened in shock as she stared at his thick, veined shaft. Mentally mapping the position of this monster cock against her internal organs, moaning with longing (and a little fear) when she saw the tip lying well north of her belly button. Nearly in her ribcage...

“Amber, I’m going to train you to take every inch.” He breathed, “But it means bringing you to the very limit of what you can handle. Probably beyond...” She gasped as he slid another finger inside her, rolling her hips to feel that delicious pressure and fullness where she wanted it, seeing stars when she managed to kiss the throbbing tip of her clit against the slab of heavy dick laying against her. 

“There might be some pain...” He continued, deep voice still soft as he slowly started to grasp a fistful of hair in the hand holding her head. “But it should be the sweetest pain you’ve ever felt... If not, you tell me, OK?”

She nodded, eyes wide – forced to hold her breath to manage the intense sensation of another thick finger stretching out her greedy pussy, three now fucking in and out of her wet little hole. Amber’s ruined panties pulled all the way over to make room.

“Good girl, we’re nearly ready. But I need one more thing.” 

“Anything...” She moaned, staring up into his shining green eyes from where her head was bowed – worshiping the big dick about to resize her sex forever...

“I need to hear you say two things.” He pulled on the fistful of her hair in his hand, making her wince as her head was forced back to look at his face, twisting against where she was hooked by her wrists. “One, that you agree you are entirely mine for the next fifteen minutes – to use as I please, as my plaything, my toy...”

“Oh, God – God yes.... please...” She nearly came over his fingers right there and then - hearing the words she’d longed to hear for months. 

“And two, you say the word ‘Red’ for me right now... So I know you’re aware how you can stop this at any point.”

“OK... ‘Red’...” Amber breathed, air in her lungs shuddering as a brutal spike of adrenaline hit. Every part of her aching and burning for this man to take his pleasure from her now.

“Good girl,” Ethan growled, withdrawing his fingers from her soaked hole, momentary loss of that blessed fullness making her want to sob, until...

Fuck! God... It’s huge!!

Even just the tip of Ethan’s thick cock brutally stretching her tight pussy, making her cry out. He was pulling her head down again, making her look – chin nearly on her chest, almost drooling into her cleavage as she moaned deeply and struggled to breathe. Amber watching what felt like something wrist-thick being slowly forced inside her needy hole, dark-red swollen lips of her previously cute little sex spreading and straining to accommodate Ethan’s soda-can girth.

He paused, withdrawing a fraction, slowly rocking in and out as he worked more in... Her wetness glistening over the taut skin of his huge cock, clinging cunt creaming over every ridged vein as he slid in and out of her. 

A deep groan erupted from Amber as he started to go deeper, Ethan relaxing his grip on her head, letting her sit up a little... then arch desperately as yet more of his impossibly thick cock disappeared inside her. She heard a stitched seam start to rip as he tugged at her panties to make more room for his wide shaft - chafe from the fabric against her tender skin nothing compared to the deep, discomfort from being almost torn in half by Ethan’s dick.

He paused again, and she sobbed, howling as the aching within became almost overwhelming, balanced right on the boundary between pleasure and pain. 

Then he eased back, shifting his weight. Angle of penetration changing only slightly, but enough that she felt the tip of him pressed against a wonderous spot deep inside. Something she’d never felt, even with her toy – certainly never with Matty, or any other partner. 

So, so deep.

With a whimper of pleasure, she rolled her hips, daring to work with the vast mass stuffing her walls. Head of his cock nudging that spot again... And then again, making her moan and shake...

Amber opened her eyes, looking into the face of the man mastering her body, the eyes of the beast claiming her pleasure for his own. “Please... Please... Right there... That feels so fucking good...”

Ethan’s huge hand closing around her throat silenced her, Amber’s communication reduced to feral grunts and gurgles as he acted on her request. His perfect cock thrusting against that blessed point – right at the eye-watering edge of her limits, but so, so good.

She felt her pussy try and tighten around him, muscles of her pelvic floor trying to tense – everything stretched to its absolute limit even as she began to clench and shudder. With that wondrous, agonsizing pleasure came a surge of heat, racing up from her core, neck and cheeks flushed deep crimson, sheen of sweat glistening over her heaving chest. Then Amber felt a surging , pulsing ache – like her orgasm but stronger, deeper. Building and layering each time Ethan thrust into her, hitting that spot perfectly. Every. Single. Fucking. Time.

She tried to scream. Tried to shriek. Ethan relaxing the hand around her throat so she could breathe, but her voice was trapped within. Amber twisting where her wrists were suspended, trying to release the pressure, aching to cum...

Then he sat back and grabbed her hips, fucking into her with savage force. Her needy pussy’s slick, sucking grip making the most depraved, filthy noises to add to her agonized gasps as she gulped air and shook... Suddenly she felt like she needed to pee, spike of panic adding to the intensity of every other sensation. Her eyes snapped open, Adonis-like vision of Ethan’s broad frame greeting her as he held her tight and split her in two. 

Amber screamed... A visceral sound, part pain, part ecstasy as all the pressure within found its release, her climax flooding out of her. Muscles in her thighs cramping and twitching as she started to cum over Ethan’s huge cock – every brutal clench from her battered sex feeling like it was breaking her for ever. Jerking like a limp, flailing ragdoll while Ethan continued to fuck into her gushing cunt. 

Feeling a puddle of warm squirt soak around her ass, she sagged in exhaustion – on the verge of passing out...

As Ethan carefully withdrew, she felt him unhook and free her arms. Before folding her into a huge hug while she sobbed. 

Happier than she could ever remember being – every thought in her mind annihilated during her astonishing release. Fucked into a perfect, submissive stupor by a man who’d claimed her utterly.

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Hope you enjoyed this one! Part 6 to follow soon...