Bone's Country 10 (Patreon)

“Jefe, please, por favor, not like this, anyone could see, anyone could hear—”

“You think I oughtn’t show you off?” Bone growled, kicking her feet to either side so that her legs were splayed, enough room between them for a stallion to mount her. “Or maybe you just don’t want nobody knowing how much you enjoy being put in your place.”

In the heat of the moment, full comprehension was impossible. Like a fish on the end of a hook, it fought and flailed, refusing to be reeled in. But Sophia was aware that part of this exotic pleasure was its secretiveness, it being cloistered between her and Bone.

An ecstasy that no one she met or saw could understand, because she only half-understood it herself. The exhilaration was at its best when it was taboo, shadowed, theirs alone.

She did not have the words, in English or in Spanish, to express this. And if Sophia did, she knew that risking it might well be part of her punishment.

She wished to tell Bone that she’d take his punishment, even ask for it, that they could both agree to it and he could vent these violent urges of his in a way she would happily receive… but for now, the important thing was the secret. No one else could know that Bone was more than her lover, he was her disciplinarian.

“You can tell me no if you want,” Bone continued. “But you’re not moving from there lest it’s with a bellyful of my medicine.”

Again, the feeling of heat lightning, the bonfire burn of being totally in his power and the sensual friction of her own refusal being overrun by his need. Who else could want her like he could? Who else could make her enjoy the slave-work of obeying his lust and not her own second thoughts?

Like she was drunk on this secondhand passion, Sophia knew that to argue was to waste time—that to give in was to save herself. The sooner he finished in her, the sooner she could withdraw from this compromising position.

Sophia resolved herself before she could think of her own wants, her own flaming desire—how she had tingled when he promised her a bellyful of his medicine. “Fine! Excelente! Give me that pinche cock if you think you can beat me into submission with it anymore than you could with your open hand!”

Bone had already unbuttoned his fly, already wrenched his weapon from the tented bulge it made in his pants. Now he put it where it was needed, by both of them.

He usually entered her slow and gentle, an entreaty, before reminding her how hard and rough she could take it. That was for pleasure. This was for punishment. Bone didn’t bother with such self-restraint now.

He knew Sophia would enjoy her sluttish self with him; he resolved to enjoy himself more than she ever could. His cock thrust into her heedless of her readiness and found her at an extreme of willingness, shuddering in delight when he forced her opening to the very limit of how far it could stretch. Bone discovered no resistance, no virginal tightness. The action was that of a battering ram being brought to bear on a screen door.

“MMMMnnnhhhh!” Sophia vibrated through clenched teeth, clamping down hard on the screech of agonized pleasure she wanted to let loose.

Bone had hilted her so voraciously that she might’ve been injured if she weren’t already so attuned to him, so broken in. And even as hot anger flashed in her mind, indignity filling her thoughts, her body responded, pulse racing, its thrill tapped incessantly on the bones of her face and neck.

How could it be that she could feel such shame and incense in one part of her, and such lust in another part? Was it just that, endowed as he was, Bone could not force his passion all the way to her soul? Or would that give in time, as her mind had been overcome before—drunk on the sexual wine that he force-fed her tenderest parts until it overflowed to the rest of her body?

Bone grunted deep in his throat, exerting himself to contain the ecstasy of being inside Sophia while she was in such a rapturous state. He sounded like a snorting buffalo while he held his thick phallus inside her, feeling her sheath a riot of motion all around him, sucking, milking, clenching and contorting, soliciting his seed with a maniacal desperation that seemed impossible to fit within the same body that voiced such misgivings.

It vexed him that she could enjoy her punishment so much—but the pleasure was such that it was impossible not to be soothed.

“What are you waiting for?” Sophia’s voice, pinched and roughened by the distress she was in, intruded on his thoughts. “Fuck me! Use me! Don’t tell me you’re done with me already, pendejo!”

Bone grinned to himself. Running a hand over Sophia’s bruised haunch and outright laughing when she cringed, pain coloring the pleasure she was in.

She groaned. Liking it. Hating it. Hating that she liked it.

“You want more, puta, all you have to do is ask.”

“Hijo de perra… fuck me already, goddamn you, you want me to be your whore, treat me like your ay-yiiii!”

Sophia broke off as Bone hauled back, leaving her wet cleft until he was almost gone, his withdrawal taking with it a flood of fragrant juices that flavored the crisp night air with their sweetness. He came away until his burgeoning cockhead was all that was left between her gates, almost letting them close, and then they leapt apart when he drove back in, filling her all the fuller for his maddening absence.

Sophia’s body felt like it was in two pieces now, torn apart by the fulsome rod that was demanding all of her. Depths of her being that she’d never before given to any man, that no man had been able to take before Bone.

“Again?” Bone asked her, holding himself imperiously still, denying her all but a taste of the feast she wanted.

Her heart pounded with the violence of a runaway train. Her body thundered like a raging storm, feeling him buried inside her, a cacophony of violence somehow held within her loins. “Damn you! Damn you! Bastardo! Yes! Again!”

He looked down at her inviting, round, cinnamon ass before speeding into it, watching her buttocks jostle against each other with the force of the blow they’d received. Sophia trilled in barely restrained enjoyment. He felt her folds coil around him in orgiastic pleasure.

“¡Órale! ¡Órale!” Sophia barked, the moment he was finished sheathing himself in her. “You might as well have your way! Satisfy that tiny little cock!”

Bone pulled back until he was almost totally denied her, then he pierced her all the way to his balls. He rammed lustily, not bothering with teasing or holding back—there was time for that once he was fully hilted in her.

“It sure doesn't feel like there's much room for my tiny little cock in there,” he said, his voice husky despite his wish to seem imperious. A man couldn’t help but enjoy himself with as much woman as Sophia. “Should I check again?”

“Chinga a tu madre, I said go on, didn't I?”

Bone tightened his grip on either side of her hips, callused fingers claiming big handfuls of her soft flesh. He enjoyed both the decadent fullness of her ass and the cringe of pinprick pain as his hold aggravated her bruised backside.

He drove fiercely into her, holding Sophia steady as he made her take all of him, everything but the pubic hairs at his base. Not even for a single moment would he be denied the furthest reaches of her sex.

And when he was in her, so deep inside that he felt each shudder all over his lengthy phallus, Bone looked down at her splayed buttocks and tried to estimate where his cockhead was, exactly, within her churning body. Feeling like a rancher looking out over a vast parcel of land owned free and clear. Thrilling at how much of her he had conquered.

“Another, you perezoso, another!”

Bone did not taunt her further, not when she was giving in so beautifully. He wanted to ride this filly, not see it lie down and die. “There's a good girl. I knew you'd get it eventually.” A quick stroke filled her—abandoned her—took her again.

“Again! Keep giving it to me! Don't stop! Fuck me!”

“Louder!” Bone ordered. Just because he had her broken in didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy the fact, after all.

“More! Aagh! Fuck! Oo!” Quick, sharp cries exited Sophia in a crescendo. Her body sagged limply. Bone held her up, a stark black silhouette against the glow of the moon on the land, her disheveled hair a halo around her turned head, her beautifully contorted face. He could make it hurt as much as he wanted and she’d still need it.

“Had enough?” Bone asked her.