Earned his place with Miss Ewa Part 5 “Taken Twice”

Miss Ewa set the pace. Deep, slow thrusts at first, letting Dado feel every inch of her žir dragging in and out of him. Her hand stayed at his throat, not squeezing, just holding. Reminding him who owned him.

“Feel that?” she murmured, voice thick with lust and affection. “That’s me, baby. All the way inside you. So deep. So fucking deep.”

He couldn’t answer. His mouth was open, gasping, a string of broken sounds falling out. His hands clutched at her leather thighs, at the harness, like he needed an anchor. She gave it to him, leaning down to kiss him filthy and wet while she fucked him.

“You’re taking me so good,” she praised between kisses. “So tight. So perfect for me. You were made for my cock, weren’t you?”

“Yes,” he sobbed. “Yes, Miss Ewa, yes—”

She picked up speed, her boots digging into the mattress for leverage. The sound of skin on skin, of leather creaking, filled the room. Her free hand wrapped around his cock, finally, and he screamed. He was so sensitive, so overstimulated from the edging, that one stroke had him seeing white.

“Not yet,” she growled, letting go before he could come. “You don’t come until I say. But I want you close. I want you right there, crying for me.”

She fucked him harder, her hips snapping against his ass. The strapon hit that spot inside him over and over, relentless. “Touch yourself,” she ordered. “Show me how much you want to come for me.”

His hand flew to his cock, blindly stroking. She watched him fall apart under her, his whole body tensing. “That’s it. Good boy. Come for me, Dado. First time. Now.”

The command broke him. He came with a shout, back arching off the bed, cock pulsing in his fist as he spilled all over his stomach and her hand. She didn’t stop fucking him. Didn’t give him a second to recover.

“Beautiful,” she whispered, kissing his jaw, his cheek, licking up the tears that leaked from under his blindfold. “So beautiful for me. But we’re not done, baby. You promised me forever. That means more than one.”

He was oversensitive, whimpering, trying to squirm away from the intensity. She pinned his hips down with a hand on his stomach, still buried deep inside him. “Shhh. I know. I know it’s a lot. You can take it. You can take anything for me.”

She started moving again, slower now but deeper, grinding against him. Her thumb found the head of his softening cock, smearing his own come around, making him jerk. “Look at you. Still hard for me. Even after coming. Because you’re mine. Because your body knows who it belongs to.”

“D-Don’t stop,” he begged, even as he shook. “Please, Miss Ewa, don’t stop. I need— I need it—”

“I’ve got you,” she said, and it was a vow. She rolled her hips, hitting that spot again, and his sob turned into a moan. She leaned down, biting his earlobe. “You’re going to come again. With my cock in your ass. And you’re going to thank me for it.”

She fucked him through the aftershocks, through the oversensitivity, until the pain blurred back into pleasure. Her hand worked his cock again, slower this time, matching the drag of her žir inside him. Building him back up while he was still wrecked from the first one.

“Please,” he chanted. “Please, please, please—”

“Say my name,” she demanded, thrusting harder. “Say who’s making you come. Who owns you.”

“Miss Ewa!” he screamed. “Miss Ewa, it’s you, only you, fuck—”

“Again,” she snarled, her own control fraying. “Louder.”

“MISS EWA!”

That was it. She slammed into him, grinding deep, and he came a second time with a broken cry. His whole body locked up, cock pulsing weakly, nothing left but sheer sensation. He was sobbing, full body tremors, completely undone.

She worked him through it, her thrusts gentling, her hand stroking him until he was just twitching. Only then did she still, buried deep inside him. She pulled the blindfold off, and his eyes were blown wide, wet, destroyed in the best way.

“There’s my good boy,” she whispered, cupping his face. Her voice was all care now, all love. “You did so good for me. Two times. Just for me.”

She kissed him soft, slow, swallowing his little hiccuping breaths. She didn’t pull out yet. She held him, boots and all, still inside him, still connected.

“Mine,” she said against his lips. “My romantic, dirty, perfect boy. You’re mine.”

And he was. Completely.