And this is what I’m signing up for… breathtaking sex in bondage and being spanked while naked and letting him have control whenever he wants it or decides to take it. I’m his and he gets to do whatever he wants to me, even spank me like a little girl. And punish me so severely that I can’t sit for days. So that people notice. And some of them suspect.
Everything hits me at once, and my hands fly to my face as I break down.
Trick stops, resting the cool back of his hand against my burning skin as I cry. Fighting back sobs, the tears spill continuously into my cupped hands.
He moves his leg, freeing me. I lower myself to my knees, so I’m kneeling with his right thigh in front of me. Resting my forehead against his hard quads, I cry raggedly into my hands. His fingers slide into my damp hair and massage my scalp and neck, which feels good, despite my hating him at the moment.
When my crying wanes to sniffles, Trick raises me and lays me over the end of the bed. A couple of his strong fingers push into me, finding me hot and wet inside. A strangled sound of outrage escapes me and I cross my legs, trying to crush his hand. He slides his fingers free easily and slaps my ass.
“Spread your legs.”
At the firm tone, I obey immediately.
He exhales like he’s exasperated. When his cock pushes into my pussy, it feels so good, and that makes me angry too. My hips press back, even as my fist punches the mattress.
“For fuck’s sake,” he murmurs.
Then instinct takes over both our bodies. My pussy burns for his attention and loves stretching around his hard cock and feeling it move inside. Trick’s relentless hunger for me causes some kind of primal quickening in my body.
Gripping my hips, he thrusts repeatedly, dragging my clit against the edge of the bed until I’m crying and coming at the same time. Even my wounded ass, which aches when he bangs against it, becomes an erogenous zone during the heat of the coupling. Every slap of his pelvis against me sends a shockwave of arousal into my pussy, which clenches his cock in a tight grip.
Over and over, he strikes that spot deep inside that could come forever for him as long as he keeps stroking it. The way I want him tonight is irrational and scary, like he could do anything and I’d still let him bend me over and force me to submit while he makes love to me.
His breathing turns harsh, his rhythm faster and harder. Then he comes inside me, his body pressed against my throbbing ass. But my traitorous pussy clenches around him, milking more seed into me.
He’s slow to step back and separate us. When he finally does, I’m cold and instantly more emotional than I was, sobbing now. Trick lifts me and sits with me on his lap. Pressing me against his chest, he pulls the covers over to wrap them around me until I’m cocooned inside.
The crying dies out quickly, and a stillness settles over us that’s almost peaceful. After a time, I rise, needing to stand rather than sit.
I crawl into the bed, lying on my stomach. He walks out without saying goodbye, which I churlishly add to his list of offenses. A few minutes later though he’s back with a bottle of something.
“You’re naked.”
“Yeah.”
Trick doesn’t seem to understand my question about how he knew no one was around when he walked out of the bedroom without even a towel.
He goes down on one knee next to the bed and pulls the covers back. Icy cool lotion spills over where I hurt most. His fingers work it in gently, then he blows on it. The evaporating liquid eases the pain about tenfold.
My fingers release their death grip on the sheets. Covering me carefully, he stands.
“I have to step out for a few minutes.” He sets my phone next to me. “I’ll be back soon, but if you need anything, text me.”
Walking around to the dresser, he pulls out jeans and a t-shirt. It takes all of forty seconds for him to dress, but then he stays where he is. Studying his broad shoulders and the lines of his back, I wait, though I’m not sure for what.
He doesn’t move for quite a while. When he turns, his expression is unreadable. He clenches his jaw, looks away, then walks over. Leaning down, he says, “You can say no.”
“What?” I ask, pushing up onto my elbow. “What do you want?”
“A kiss.”
Closing my eyes, I think I might cry again, but I nod. When he kisses me, I don’t know why I kiss him back, but I do.
Then he pushes the phone closer to me and he’s gone.
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Trick
