He’s fucking pierced. There’s a small metal ball in the middle of his pubic area. Holy shit.
He’s soft, obviously. But thick. And so smooth looking. His hair’s groomed, the snail trail of hair from his navel coming down to a neat square of pubic hair. I glance up at his face, making sure he’s still limp, before I reach down and gently take hold of his cock.
The tops of my thighs are drenched already. This is wrong, so, so wrong. This is totally sadistic, creepy, evil, inhumane. But is it exactly what these pricks have done to me? Yes. So, is it time I get my own pleasure out of this fucked-up deal because the chances of this opportunity arising again are slim to none? Also yes. My pleasure isn’t promised, but theirs is. Men get to take whenever they fucking want. If a man decides to take, he will take. We’re defenceless over it. We can never overpower them.But when they’re like this? Incapacitated, vulnerable, weak… we can take the power back.
Looking at him now, this man who’s so much more important and powerful than I am, now lying unconscious and hurt beside me, powerless to do anything to me, it makes my blood heat. He can do whatever he wants whenever he wants to, to anyone. He’s got money, status, authority. I have nothing.Amnothing. I came from a dirty drug dealing family and became a whore. The power shift in this current dynamic sends an unfathomable fire soaring through my veins.
I straddle him, my pussy coming down on his flaccid dick and the contact shoots an immediate bolt of arousal through me. I’m careful not to put my hands on his stomach, I keep them on my thighs and I begin to just… move. I’ve never done it before. Never ridden anyone. But my body is speaking for me. My clit needs friction, and it knows how to get it.
My head tilts back as I find a slow but firm rhythm where Caden’s cock rubs against my clit in the perfect way. So, this is what free pleasure feels like.
My brain travels back to the sushi bar, to how it felt to be that close to him, to feel his excitement for me, to see the obvious hunger in his eyes as he taunted me. Right now, in this moment, I can allow myself to admit there was an overwhelming attraction to him. To listen to his threatening words and confess to myself that they did something to me. I can allow myself to picture what he would have done to me on one of those tables if he did lay me down.
Just now. Only in this moment.
How he would have stripped me naked, grabbed my knees and shoved them apart, then buried his beautiful face between them. I would have felt that vicious tongue lick along my pussy, circle my clit. The tongue that has spat so much venom at me, being used to drown me in pleasure instead.
Then maybe he’d insert a finger or two and fuck me with them while he sucked on my clit. My back arches at the image. He’d make me come on his tongue, then he’d crawl on top of me, bury his cock inside me and fuck me brutally until I screamed his name. Perhaps he’d even wrap his strong hand around my throat and squeeze while he slammed his powerful body into mine.
My lips part as my breaths get heavier, my hips rolling onto Caden as I lose myself to the fantasy of him doing filthy things to my body, and then I feel a movement beneath me.
I freeze, eyes flying to his face. But it’s not his face that moves. It’s in between my legs. I stay still, waiting for it again. Then there it is. A twitch. A spasm of muscle. I jerk up slightly and my eyes pop. Caden’s getting hard. Can it do that while you’re unconscious?!
My need for stimulation overrides my senses, and I take his half-hard cock into my hand and gently pull it back and forth. I have no idea how to do it right, but it does what I need it to do. It hardens. Quickly. But then Caden’s head moves.
I freeze again as his head rolls from left to right, his brow creased slightly.
If he wakes up now, I’m fucking dead.
But he doesn’t. He settles back down, his cock still rock-hard in my hand. I release him and settle him back between my legs, setting the pace again painfully slowly.
If his dick can get hard, can it ejaculate? Could I make him come? That would be the ultimate payback. Make Caden-righteous-prick-Blackwood come before the forty days are up. And the best part, he might not even know it. Only I would. He could give me pleasure, give me a fricking orgasm and I could fuck up his whole pretentious ritual. That would be absolutely perfect.
The prospect has me moving my hips more aggressively, grinding my pussy along his impressive length. The hardness of him now creating a delightful pressure.
My eyes start to roll as I feel the stimulation penetrate deep in my belly, my pussy soaking his cock.
Caden groans and I halt. It’s the smallest sound, but one that I would definitely link more to pleasure than pain. My body screams at the loss of motion, so I carry on, staring studiously at Caden’s features. His parted lips let another groan rumble out, and his arm twitches. His brow creases more, as if he’s concentrating, or stuck in a nightmare.
The pleasure builds up in my stomach again, and a little gasp escapes my lips. It’s the risk, too. The possibility of him waking up and seeing me take from him like he takes from me, and him being too weak to do anything about it. It’s empowering. Thrilling.
Caden’s chest dips in a sharp exhale and his head rolls again. I feel so close to something that I don’t stop this time. I keep circling my hips on his cock, my fingers digging into the flesh of my thighs as something hot and heavy and liberating builds in my stomach.
“Fuck.”
It comes out breathy and low, but it’s a fully coherent word. He’s waking up.
My greed for orgasm compels me to carry on. I can’t stop when I’m so close.
Caden’s hands shakily come up from the bed. His eyes are still closed, but they search blindly and find my hips. They settle there, fingertips pressing into my skin. Then he’s moving me. The pushes and pulls of my hips get more aggressive as he guides me on his dick.
He doesn’t open his eyes as he moves me. He must be dreaming. Must be. There’s no way he’d do this with me if he were awake.
His breaths are coming in sharp hitches now, his head pressed back into the pillow, exposing his slim neck and prominent Adam’s apple, eyebrows bunched tightly together. Looking at him like this, seeing him turned on, chasing the same high I am, guiding me on his body, telling me he’s feeling good too, it pushes me over the edge.
My head drops back and my eyes roll closed as an explosion of ecstasy tumbles through me. Erupting from my pussy and shooting to every part of my body. My mouth drops open in a silent scream.
“Shit,” I hiss as my brain vibrates and everything goes wobbly.
