Looking around Sam's forbidden lair, Mia wasn't sure what to think. She had no idea it was as large a room as it was. Not that it was huge, but for a secret room tucked inside of the walls of an office building, it was bigger than she'd imagined. All sorts of contraptions and furniture pieces were set about, most of them oddly shaped. Mia couldn't imagine what Sam used some of them for. She had a feeling she was about to find out when it came to at least one of them.
He tugged on her arm to get her moving, but he didn't have to yank hard to get her to go. It wasn't as if she wasn't curious to find out what he had in mind. Her throat still burned a little from the deep throat fucking, but she was wet and quaking to feel him inside of her.
Sam led her to what looked like a spider's web hung in the middle of the room. "Lie down," he snapped. She wasn't sure how she would even mount the apparatus. It looked as if it might not even bare her weight. But with his prodding, she grabbed hold of two of the black ropes and pulled herself up. It was sturdier than it looked, though it gave slightly under her weight, bouncing up and down a little, like a bungy cord. She lie on her back, waiting for Sam to do whatever it was he had in mind.
He stared at her flor a long moment, his eyes creeping over her naked body. Mia pondered what he would do if she refused him, if she said she quit right this second and tried to leave the room. Would he let her go, or force himself upon her? She wouldn't find out. Whatever it was he had in mind, she was dying to find out.
Grabbing hold of her wrists, Sam bound her to the web using some sort of cuffs that she hadn't noticed before that were woven into the web itself. Then, he spread her legs wide and did the same, binding them to the web so that she was spread wide open, exposed.
At this angle, she couldn't see all of Sam, but she knew what he was doing. She could see him yank his tie off and unbutton his shirt. Mia bit down on her bottom lip, waiting, knowing soon enough he would be naked, too, and then he would take her in a way she'd never experienced before. The ache between her legs grew, and she could do nothing to stop it, not even squeeze her knees together.
The thunk of his pants hitting the floor and the shuffle of shoes had her breath catching in her throat. Sam didn't say a word when he was ready to take her. Instead, he grabbed hold of the web and pulled her to him, slamming himself inside of her with a force she'd never felt before. At once, the ache of longing and the pain of consuming him all in one bite melded together, and left her breathless as she struggled through the sensations scorching through her body.
As quickly as he'd entered her, Sam was gone again, sending Mia's body swinging away from him on the giant web, only to have her slamming back into him again, his expert hands grabbing hold of her hips and guiding him inside of her. Again, she gasped from the sensation before she was sent away, only to find him again several more times in this unconventional method. Then, Sam stayed inside of her as he mounted the web.
It was animalistic in a way even their coupling had never reached, as if something had shifted inside of him, and he could no longer control himself. He'd mentioned punishing her pussy, and it was as if he were attempting to give her a royal thrashing as he pounded inside of her, using the various strands of the web to leverage himself as he came down on top of her, filling her completely again and again. But it didn't feel like a punishment. It felt like she was his prisoner, and he was attempting to take her against her will-except for she longed for every ounce of him, every thrust, every throbbing moment his cock was inside of her. Mia closed her eyes and focused on the feel of him slamming inside of her, his teeth and tongue latching onto her erect nipples as he sucked and pulled, the quivering deep inside of her as every muscle restricted, and then, the waves of pleasure as she reached her boiling point and was sent over the edge into full spasms of euphoria.
When she was done, Sam pulled out and sprayed his sticky liquid all over her, letting it cover her belly and drip down across the fibers of the web and onto the floor. He was sweating, his hair messy as he stood between her legs, looking at her. Mia was still breathing hard, barely able to keep her eyes open. Not sure what to say, she attempted to still her heart, but she could tell by the look in Sam's eyes that this wasn't over yet, that her punishment had just begun.
He ran a hand through his hair, causing the front to stand up on end. The scowl on his face had not subsided any at all, not even with what Mia could only describe as the most feral fuck she'd ever experienced. "Now, your punishment begins, Mia," he said under his breath, and she realized then that he hadn't even meant for what just happened to be part of her retribution for attempting to quit.
Mia leaned up as much as she could to watch as he went about pulling together various items from around the room. Distracted by his rippling muscles as he bent and reached, she almost missed what he was doing a few times, but once he had everything he needed and set it on a small rolling cart at the base of the web, she realized this punishment might be enough to take her over the edge. Would she be able to handle what Sam had in store for her, or would he break her, the same way he had broken so many of the women who had come before her?