“Because I want you to touch me harder,” I said. “I want you to hurt me.”
He groaned, obliging me and digging his nails into the tender strip of skin where my ass met my thigh. The pain was sharp and biting, drawing a gasp out of me that had my chest collapsing against the bed.
“There’s nothing wrong with you,” he said, twisting his fingers until I made another gasping moan. “Baby, I fear you’re actually fucking perfect.”
“I don’t?—”
His hand cut me off, sliding between my legs and cupping my balls. His palm was warm and calloused, and when he tightened his grip on me and pulled, my knees gave out. Stars blinked to life in the corners of my darkening vision and my entire body came to life with a wave of vibrant arousal. My heartbeat pulsed in my cock, precum leaking from the tip.
“Do you like that?” he asked.
“Yes,” I croaked, voice cracking. “Yes, Sir.”
It felt so right to call him that, to use the word. And he agreed, groaning and tugging my sac away from my body, pressing his body flush against mine.
“I like it too.”
He manipulated my balls until my cock could have hammered nails, until I whimpered and thrashed between his body and his bed. My mind went pleasantly blank, no thoughts except for the length of his fingers and the strength of his hands. He breathed hot against the back of my neck, dusting a kiss across my hairline before turning his attention from my tortured balls to my cock.
“Too much or not enough?” he asked, teeth bared against my skin.
“Not enough,” I answered.
“Interesting.”
Riggs pulled me off the bed until we were both standing, my back plastered against his chest, my erection in his fist. He turned until the bed was behind him and he walked us both into the bathroom. There was a nightlight on the wall, offering enough illumination to make out the outline of our faces in the reflection of the medicine cabinet.
I leaned the back of my head against his shoulder, going limp against him as he stroked my cock in a tight fist. The only lubricant was my own precum, the rough drag of his hand over my skin almost abrasive. Sucking in a quaking breath, Riggs stroked me until I was a trembling mess in his arms, my body on the verge of a monumental relief. Everything with Riggs was amplified, and I didn’t know if it was because of the submission or the pain….or both.
“Tell me,” he whispered, breath hot against the shell of my ear.
“I’m close.”
“Tell me,” he said again.
I screwed my eyes closed, feeling the mounting pressure of my orgasm build in every cell, every nerve. His other hand slid up my side and around my chest, stretching across my throat without holding me there.
I wanted him to do it.
Wanted him to tighten his grip, squeeze until it was hard to breathe, hard to see, hard to fight. I wanted to tell him stop and have him keep going, wanted to trust he knew what was good for me even when I didn’t know what was best for myself. There was some sort of power in that exchange, some trust.
“Sir.”
The honorific fell out of my mouth, and he ripped his hand away from my cock at the absolute last millisecond before the point of no return. His chest heaved against my back and he braced us both against the sink, the room coming back into a focus as soon as he pulled me away from my orgasm. I shouted in shock, even though I’d known it was coming. I cried, buckled against him, and he used the arm around my front to hold me up.
“I know,” he murmured into my ear. “It hurts this way too, doesn’t it?”
I let out a watery sob, nodding.
“You’re doing so good,” he praised. “Look at yourself. Look how good you look when you deny your pleasure for me.”
His fingers pressed against the underside of my chin, and he pushed me up until I had no choice but to look at our reflections in the mirror. My eyes had adjusted to the dark, and it was the first time I’d seen myself like this. With mussed hair and flushed cheeks, my lashes clumped and wet. My mouth hung open as I breathed heavily through it, Riggs’s hand around my throat the only color against my skin.
“Do you like being denied?” he asked.
“Yes,” I whispered. “Yes, Sir.”
“I want to make sure we’re playing by the same rules,” he said next, eyes dark. “No doesn’t mean no. Stop doesn’t mean stop. Is that right?”
