The sheets smell delicious, like his cologne and skin. Like his sweat.
Pulling my arms back and grabbing his shirt discarded on the floor, he uses it to tie my arms behind my back in a tight knot, making me whimper.
“Beg.” He commands. One dark word, holding all of the power behind the devotion and pain he is about to show my body.
I want to behave, but my body craves the treatment it gets when I misbehave more.
“Why should I?” I grit out, already feeling some of my wetness slide down my inner thigh.
Before I can register, his palm is cracking down on my ass, and I let out a sharp yelp in pain, scrambling forward a bit. With a hard grip on my arms, he shifts me few inches back.
“Don’t make me take away your pretty voice, darling. You know I love to hear you begging for my cock.” He says, lining himself back up. I feel the tip of his throbbing shaft at my entrance. “Begging to come. Begging me to snuff the light out of those beautiful eyes.”
I look back at him, my face a mix of euphoria and horror. I’m ashamed of how I love to be treated. How desperate I am for him to humiliate me and use my body, so I tell him just that.
“Please fuck all of my holes.” It comes out wet and breathy, like a prayer on my sinner's tongue. I instantly regret doing anything other than what he says. His rewards are grand, too.
He chuckles under his breath as I look over my shoulder at him.
The gods built his body to ruin me. His six-pack abs on his tanned body are hot ridges I’m begging to lick. At nearly 6’5”, he towers over me, able to use his strength in ways that I’ll dream about for the rest of my life.
“Please make it hurt,” I beg.
My words overwhelm me, and he hushes me like a scared animal, soothing the deep, desperate part of me that aches to be cared for.
“I know, darling. It’s okay,” he says gently, “I’ll give you your pain, you just have to earn it first.”
I whimper when I feel his spit land on my puckered back hole and brace myself for him to enter me. Instead, with the precision and ability to bring me to orgasm in mere seconds, his ring andmiddle finger begin playing with my clit, his shaft still nudging at my back entrance. Circling my clit in a way that makes my thighs quiver and my breathing short, I try to grind back to feel him slide inside of me.
It’s too soft in comparison to what I asked for, too raw and too real. I try to push myself back on his fingers, and he makes a displeased noise. Quickly, he cracks his palm down onto my ass once more, giving me a brief bit of that pain I'm desperate for.
Tears spring to my eyes as he brings his wet fingers from my clit to my back hole, slowly entering my tight bundle of nerves with his thumb. I moan out in pain, my ass stinging from the blow. My toes curl at the feeling of his thumb in my ass, so hot and full, and such a more profound feeling of pleasure in comparison to his quick gift of pain.
Unexpectedly, he enters my pussy with a hard thrust, making me cry out, my breathy moan loud and full of surprise.
With a pound that makes me lose my breath and my teeth chatter, he drives into me relentlessly. I try to gulp in air, but his hand at my throat that’s shoving me down into the plush mattress is restricting my airways more and more with each thrust.
I feel it building.
I can’t make it stop.
My legs begin shaking, his thrusts pick up. Just as I am about to reach the apex of my orgasm, I feel him bottom out inside of me and cum with a growl.
His hot, thick, pulsing cock fills me with cum. I feel ribbons of it shooting up inside of me, and I moan loudly from the feeling.
Understanding what this means, I cry out a sob, so close to my orgasm, and so let down.
“Noo, noo, pplease,” I cry out, trying to grind back onto him, loving the feel of his hot cum deep inside of me, and trying like a desperate creature to find my own release.
“You were a bad girl, darling. Only good girls who follow directions get to enjoy themselves.”
I realize, as I grind back onto his cock, in my confusion of being edged, his palm still hasn't left my throat. In fact, it's squeezing harder and harder.
He leans forward and takes a deep breath of my skin, trailing his nose from my jaw to my hairline. The room is starting to fade, and I gasp for breath, unable to speak.
He kisses my temple tenderly as I pass out from lack of oxygen.
Hayden Herron
