“Use the safe word if you need to, Little Vice. I fucking mean it.”
“I know. I’m okay,” I whisper. My body tenses as he sinks inside another inch. There’s momentary discomfort as I stretch around him and adjust to his size, but as he moves deeper, I begin to feel incredibly full.
He breathes with me, teeth gritting as a bead of sweat forms on his temple, and I want to lick it off him. The muscles in his stomach contract, and I know he’s desperate to ravish me, to fuck me into another dimension.
I cry out as he notches each rung of his ladder into the rim of my ass, reaching the hilt and filling me entirely.
“That’s it, baby. How do you feel?”
Like I have fucking whiplash, honestly. The drastic swing between his praise and his punishment is jarring—enticing. I don’t know which I crave more of, and somehow feel like I’ll fucking die without them both.
“Full,” I breathe. “I need you to move.”
A moan tears from his throat, and like the snap of a chain, he unleashes himself. He pulls out of me before sinking back in with enough force to cause a clap when our skin meets. He establishes a furious pace, fucking me so hard I feel the pressure in my stomach. Reaching deeper than I’d ever thought imaginable, his piercings stimulating my body in indescribable ways. It’s almost as if he’s inside all of me at once. My core flutters around nothing, weeping exactly as he claimed.
With my hands tied above my head, my instincts want to grab hold, touch, and cling to him. I pull at the restraints, feeling a primal heat forming at the center of my thighs as I watch his toned, powerful body pulse and flex as he works himself inside me.
His teeth sink into his bottom lip as he watches himself fuck me. Using one hand, he spreads my pussy, whimpering at the sight. “I can see your pretty cunt clenching, Elena,” he rasps. “It’s like she’s jealous, like she wants me inside her too.”
I nod, pressure building, a buzz igniting in my throbbing clit as he brushes his thumb over it.
“So beautiful like this. So obedient. Needy little whore. You don’t even need to use your words, your pussy begs for me all on her own.”
I don’t know what kind of sound leaves my mouth next—some kind of animalistic plea. Stars begin to dot my vision, and I feel mindless as he pumps inside me. He’s fucking me to the point of insanity, I think. I buck my hips, searching for his touch against my clit again.
I’m so full, and the pressure is a slow build in my deepest walls, but I need more.
I need to feel him everywhere.
“Words, Little Vice.”
“Touch my clit…” I pant. “Please.”
He moves his hand away, and I watch with riveted anticipation as he lifts his hand before smacking it down. A sharp burn radiates through my core, causing me to throb, but the delicious hint of pain morphs with my building pleasure, unlike any sensation I’ve experienced before.
“Again,” I beg.
“Greedy girl.” He smacks me again. “You like that?” he asks, words muffled between clenched teeth. “You like having your pussy spanked?”
“Yes,” I gasp, body writhing as he delivers another slap.
He continues, the movements sharp and hard. My body bathes in flame as my being floats away from it, soaring into clouds of ecstasy so high I never knew they existed.
Jumbled, unintelligible words fall from my mouth, but I can’t hear them. I only know of their existence by the vibration against my lips, my mind only catching his name.
All of my senses are hyperaware of him. His cock inside me, his hand coming down on me, again and again. His familiarsmell of pine and rain mingling with the scent of sex. I’m enveloped in him entirely.
That pressure reaches the point of combustion, and the same overwhelming sensation of fullness crashes over me. “August, I’m?—”
“Yes, yes,” he growls. “Drench me, Little Vice. Show me who I belong to.” He flattens his hand against my clit, using three fingers to flick back and forth rapidly. The fierce tempo and flawless rhythm drive me right over that edge.
Every ounce of breath flees from my lungs as sparks explode behind my eyes. My soul fractures, splintering around me as every fabric of reality shatters, and I’m suspended in an endless moment of sheer, utter, unadulterated pleasure.
Only the sound of his voice and the feel of his lips against my neck bring me back, and my eyes flutter open to find him hovering over me. I realize my hands have become untied, and my arms immediately clasp around his back, savoring his sweat-slicked skin. His lips drag along my neck and across my jaw, heavy breath caressing my skin.
“So good, baby. So good,” he whispers. His hands brush the hair from my face, reaching behind my head and knotting in my curls as he holds me to him. “My perfect girl. You take it so well.” His voice is a gritted, fractured whimper, dripping with pure need. “Came so pretty for me.” He moans, and the sound is so desperate and pathetic I’m fucking quivering. “Give me those big, brown eyes,” he begs, tilting my head so our gazes lock. “I’m going to come. Can I come, baby? I need it so bad.”
“Yes,” I whisper, grabbing his jaw and forcing his lips to mine. “Come.”
