The words were dirty, borderline cruel. She knew several women who would’ve been offended by them; not long ago, she was one of them. But even through the blood pulsing through her head, pounding at critical points across her body, she heard the subtle, gentler inflection in his tone when he said them.
Cold liquid dripped down her ass crack, one drop at a time.
Violet froze, stiffening as the lube trailed down to her anus. “No. No, no—”
Another swift spank cut her off, then his thumb ran up and down between her cheeks, smearing the liquid all around her untested orifice. “I told you this is mine. I warned you I would take it. If you’d behaved, I would have been gentle, but no, you made me bleed. Big mistake.” Reaux chuckled darkly, resting his thumb on her rosebud. “Now I shall fuck it how I please,oui?Perhaps I will release your hands so you can fight me some more.”
Her breathing changed, starting to hitch with a sob. The lighter elements of CNC he’d toyed with up until this point were rapidly escalating, eliciting an innate fear. It clashed heavily with the pleasure in her core, creating a harsh and confusing mess.
Tears stung her eyes.
The sweat of exertion turned cold, springing through her pores for an entirely different reason now.
She pressed her face into the duvet, hiding the tears, muffling the whistling sound as panicked breaths huffed in and out through her nose. The orgasm kept building, a monster gaining momentum, and she discovered the strangest sensation of feeling her body and mind functioning on separate levels.
Reaux’s thumb didn’t move, but his hips did. They dipped lower, thrusting faster, and her control began to splinter. His crown struck the magic spot inside her, again and again. She felt her pussy leaking down her thighs, her own natural lubricant cooling on overheated, quivering skin.
The orgasm crashed down on her like a mountain, starting deep in her core. Tender inner muscles spasmed roughly around his cock, then pain sheared through her anus as Reaux forced his lubed thumb through the tight ring of her sphincter.
The sound she made was part scream, part howl.
Her body, ever the traitor when it came to Reaux, welcomed the pain, swirling it into the vortex of bliss wrecking every inch of her. She writhed and twisted as best she could, but he was relentless, pounding his cock through the contractions of her pussy, rocking his thumb in and out of her burning anus.
Almost purring with satisfaction, Reaux leaned forward and freed her wrists, then she felt the binding fall away from her ankles. He eased out of her, cock and thumb, and carefully unfolded her from the cramped position as she shuddered and gasped for breath.
Knocked for a loop, she rolled onto her back when he nudged her, staring at the ceiling with half-blind eyes. It took a few dazed seconds to realize he was calling her name, a few more to focus on him.
Fearsome cock in hand, he lazily dribbled lube up and down the straining length. Already slick with her juices, the shaft was thick and red, the crown far darker and dripping with precum.
“The more you scream, the faster this will be over, Bennie.” Reaux stroked himself once, twice, coating himself generously with additional slickness. “Fight all you want, it won’t make any difference.”
She blinked twice, overdosing on the happy hormones flooding her brain, but the terrified part of her recognized the threat he presented as he stepped closer to the bed. She tried to scramble back, to kick at him as those big hands pushed her legs apart, but nothing worked. Legs, arms, head, everything in between… utterly useless.
Whimpering, she flopped a limp hand in his direction.
“Oh, that’s a sweet sound. Let’s see if we can make you do that again.”
The tears came first. Stinging her eyes, clinging to her lashes, before streaming down her cheeks. They blurred her vision asReaux set one hand between her breasts, dipping his knees to line himself up with her sore rosebud.
“R-Reaux,” she said in a quavering voice.
“What’s that delicious little lie men always dole out to virgins? It will only hurt for a moment?” he replied in a careless tone. “Would you like me to give you the comfort of that little lie, Bennie? Do you want me to tell you the pain will be fleeting?”
Christ, she’d unleashed a monster.
Yet even as she recoiled in fear, a logical part of her brain didn’t miss the way his mercurial eyes were watching her. Studying her face, her eyes. Monitoring the pulse in her throat. He might be playing the role of a rapist to perfection, but the Dom was completely, undeniably in control of the situation.
Squeezing her eyes shut, clinging to the comfort of her safeword, she shook her head.
“No, no. Eyes wide open, Bennie. I want to see the pain reflect in them when I pry open this gorgeous little asshole.” Warm breath wafted over her cheek before his tongue swiped over it, sampling her tears and finding them satisfactory if his grunt was anything to go by. “Open them, or I’ll make you.”
A sob burst free. Obeying his order, she turned her head to the side, refusing to look at him. His disappointedtskhaunted her as his crown pushed insistently against her opening, then his hand lifted off her chest and roughly cupped her face, pulling her gaze back to his.
“Relax, Bennie,” he whispered softly. “Breathe deep, blow it out slowly, and bear down.”
The pressure was unbearable, the ring of muscle resisting against the intruder. The pain was unique, a punishing kind of fire burning hot and bright. Her body flickered back to a functioning entity, her hips twisting to dislodge him, but he just shifted and pinned her down.
Back arching, she kicked her feet, her heels hammering the back of his thighs.
