Unclaimed Luna’s Desire
Chapter 46 Paul's Wrath

Ellie's POV:

When I finally came to, Paul's massive cock was already deep in my throat.

I could feel every ridge on the head of his cock rubbing against my throat as he thrust, making it tickle and feel weird.

"Paul, you're too big! I can't breathe!" I managed to gasp out when he pulled back for a second. "I was wrong. I don't want to keep going." "Just deal with it," Paul said, completely ignoring my pleas, his cock filling up my throat again.

He seemed like a different person-cold and distant.

I couldn't even bring myself to look him in the eyes.

With his cock blocking my throat, I couldn't swallow, so saliva just dribbled out of my mouth.

His cock was so big. I was scared of hurting him with my teeth, so I focused all my energy on wrapping my lips around them.

"Lick it with your tongue. Fuck! That's it!" Paul ordered.

With one hand on my neck, he pushed his cock deeper, while his other hand tangled in my hair, fingers tightening.

The gagging made my eyes water. I tried to push him away to breathe, but he wouldn't budge.

"Baby, does it taste good?" Paul asked with a smirk, rubbing my clit with his foot.

My mouth was too full to answer, so I just groaned.

"It's delicious. As your master, I want you to eat more," he continued.

I blinked, feeling so wronged.

During the day, Paul was a gentleman, but at night he turned into a demon.

I would never lie to Paul again because his punishments were too harsh to bear.

I wanted to beg for mercy, but he didn't give me a chance.

The discomfort of having something so big in my throat made me swallow hard. I could feel his cock getting harder and even throbbing. The strong taste of semen filled my mouth.

Paul slowly pulled his limp cock out, pinched my chin, and kissed me passionately.

"You like this, don't you?" he teased.

He moistened his fingers with saliva and slowly inserted them into my pussy.

I could feel his fingers digging in, and then he added another one, stretching me.

It felt so strange. I thought I might split in half.

"Paul, don't do this!" I cried, pushing at his arm, but he didn't stop. He added another finger.

The three fingers kept moving, tormenting me, making me cry.

"Please! Paul, don't do this!" I pleaded.

My nails left red marks on his strong forearm, but he didn't hesitate. His fingers went deeper and faster. "Paul! I can't take it anymore! I'm about to climax!" I shouted.

My legs tightened around his arm, clinging to him like vines on a tree.

I could feel his fingers rubbing against my G-spot, like he was doing it on purpose to get me all worked up.

My vagina kept contracting. Just as I was about to climax, Paul's fingers stopped moving.

I opened my eyes, looking at him, totally confused.

"Ellie."

My heart skipped a beat. The way he said my name felt different.

I didn't even dare to get mad at him for stopping, just looked at him, feeling guilty.

He just stared at me without saying anything, so I licked my dry lips and asked, "What's wrong, Paul?"

"Without my permission, you can't climax," he said, looking at the finger he just pulled out of me.

Under the light, it glistened, looking super erotic.

But Paul didn't care. He licked his finger and said, "If you don't do what I say, I won't talk to you again."

Paul knelt in front of me as I lay there, looking up at him.

He was like my master, and my brain was filled with the need to obey.

A voice in my head kept saying, 'You have to obey Paul. Do you want to lose his tenderness? If you don't obey, he'll take it away, and you won't be special anymore.' I didn't want to see his serious and cold side. I messed up, so I had to make it right!

"I'll be good," I said.

I reached out and tugged at his arm, gently shaking it. I didn't even realize I was being coquettish, a privilege of the beloved. I just did it without thinking. "I believe you can," Paul said.

He patted my head and smiled. Then he slapped my chest and pinched my nipples.

I couldn't believe that Paul, the gentleman, would do something so lewd.

The contrast was too much.

Paul seemed to know just how far to go, not causing too much pain, but enough to make me feel it.

Weirdly, the places he hit felt numb and itchy.

It even fascinated me.

I was starting to replace pleasure in the pain, even craving for Paul to penetrate me with his cock.

This was too lewd!

I even started to want him to whip me hard, to grip my neck tightly with his big hand, to control everything about me.

There was only one thought in my mind: I belonged to him and only obeyed his commands.

Paul's rough tongue kept rubbing against my clit, and I felt liquid flowing out of me.

I could hear him licking my fluids. As time went on, his licking got faster and heavier.

Just as I was about to cry out in pleasure, Paul stopped and looked straight at me.

The rising pleasure was interrupted, and I felt so uncomfortable. I could only use my legs to hold his strong waist, begging, "Please! Put it in. I can't take it anymore!" "Ellie."

Hearing him call my name, I snapped back to reality a bit and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Tell me what you did wrong," Paul said.

"I shouldn't have deceived you," I cried, begging, "Please let me climax. I can't take it anymore."

My mind was blank, and all I could think about was pleasing Paul and getting his permission to climax.