Rolling onto his side, he presses his body flush to mine as he glares at me. Yanking the straps of my nightie down, he pinches my nipple.
Hard.
And it fucking hurts.
But I prefer rough treatment over a tender touch because I hate these new boobs and everything they represent, so, if he must touch them, I’d prefer he treat them like this. “Do it again and I won’t hold back.” His words send shivers tiptoeing up and down my spine, and I arch my back, pressing my boob into his hand. I writhe in need, beseeching him with my eyes. “Promise me.” He tugs on my other nipple so hard my eyes water.
“I won’t keep stuff from you again.”
He lowers his head to my chest, sucking one taut nipple into his hot mouth, and a loud moan slips out of my mouth.
I’d wondered if I’d lose sensitivity in my breasts after the augmentation, and now, I have my answer. Kai has a wicked mouth made to deliver intense pleasure, and I doubt there’s a single part of my body he could touch that wouldn’t be highly sensitive to his caress.
He roughly kneads my other tit while he continues to bite and suck my nipple, and my panties are soaked with need and longing. “You are mine, Abigail.” He rolls my nipple between his teeth, and I cry out at the pleasure-pain sensation.
“Are you mine?” I pant.
He stops what he’s doing, lifting his head and glowering at me. “You don’t deserve the answer.”
“Then you don’t deserve to fuck me,” I snap, shoving at his shoulders.
“You think you have a choice?” He arches a brow as he sits back on his heels, yanking the hem of my nightie up. He tears my panties off and plunges two fingers inside me. “Your body has already decided.”
I snarl at him, hating that he’s right.
Removing his fingers from my pussy, he pushes my legs up to my chest, stretching them out to the side as wide as they will go. Then he slides down the bed, lying flat on his stomach and parting my folds. “You need to be punished for your sins. Starting now.”
My pussy floods with warmth at his words, and I prop up on my elbows watching him smirk as he licks a line up and down my slit. A guttural moan filters through the air as I give in to my carnal desires. There is no point arguing because I want this as much as he does. He can call it punishment if he likes. We both know what this is.
“Are you sore?” he asks, softening his voice a little.
“No.” I gasp as his tongue plunges into my channel and he devours me while rubbing at my clit with two of his fingers. My hips buck up, and I’m thrusting my pussy into his face, urging him to go faster as my climax builds.
Abruptly, he stops, ripping his delectable mouth and tongue from me seconds before my orgasm peaks, and I fist the covers in frustration. “You only come when I let you.” His eyes challenge me to disagree, and I bite down hard on my lip to stop my protests from escaping my mouth.
He stands, tugging at his clothes, and I shamelessly ogle his ripped body as he undresses. “Does it hurt?” I ask, sitting up and lightly tracing my fingers along the bruising on his ribs.
“I like the pain.” He shoves me down onto the bed, dragging me a little closer to the edge, before he strokes his hard cock with one hand and plays with my clit with his other one. “Grab a condom from that drawer,” he commands, jerking his head at the bedside table.
“I thought you liked fucking me bare?”
“I do, but I’m guessing you’re not taking birth control, and after everything we’ve been through, I think it’s safer to use them.”
His thoughtfulness almost undoes me, so I make no remark as I remove one and hand it to him, watching as he expertly rolls it on and lines himself up at my entrance. “This won’t be gentle.”
I consent with a nod, and he slams into me in one fast thrust causing me to scream out. Placing my legs up over his shoulders, he rams into me hard, and my breasts jiggle and shake with the movement. With one hand, he grips my hip, and his other hand tweaks my breast, pinching and digging his nails into my soft flesh.
Kai is fond of angry sex, but this is on a whole other level.
A thrill rushes through my veins. If this is what punished feels like, then I’ll gladly let him punish me daily.
He rams his cock so far inside me I swear it hits off my cervix, and then he pulls out slowly, only to thrust back inside in an aggressive move, pivoting his hips as he pounds into me, over and over. His hand continues to knead my breasts, alternating between them, as he pulls and tugs painfully on my nipples.
My body is jostled with his movements, and every nerve ending is on fire.
I couldn’t describe this as lovemaking, and he’s avoiding kissing me, but I can deny I’m loving every second. I’m writhing on the bed as pressure mounts in my body again, and my need to come is almost unbearable. My fingers move of their own accord, sliding down my body to frantically rub at my clit. “No.” He slaps my hand away, replacing my fingers with his own as he toys with me, pushing down hard and then withdrawing, driving me fucking crazy with need.
My climax is lingering in the background, ready to burst forth and send me to heady heights, but every time I get close, he pulls back, either removing his fingers or his cock until I’m thrashing about underneath him in frustration and begging to come.
