“No… Declan, no.”
A hand slaps my bottom. “Lift your hips,” he says again, “or I’ll get the rope out of my drawer, and you’ll spend all night tied up and helpless.”
Fuck.
My heart’s pounding so hard that I can’t breathe. All I can manage is a whine, muffled by his sheets, and my hips come up with no thought from me. It’s like I’m offering my ass to him, and I’ve never been taken there.
“Good girl,” he murmurs. “Just like that.”
The head of his cock pushes between my folds,rubbing over my clit. It pulls another moan from me, and I sound like a cat in heat.His little hellcat.
Then he pushes inside me. Inside my pussy, thank fuck, and I’m so wet, so aroused, that he slides in the first few inches so easily. There’s still the sting of the stretch, but it’s a good hurt, and I clench around him involuntarily. It’s another first, being taken like this, pinned down, ass lifted. Up until now, it’s been missionary only—save for whenhetook me against the wall.
Why do I like it so much?
He draws back, giving me a chance to relax, then penetrates me again, farther than before. It feels like he’s so much deeper, and he’sstill pushing in.
“Jesus, Raven,” he breathes. “You feel fucking amazing.”
His hips press against my raised ass, and I can feel him so far inside me, his cock twitching even though he’s not moving. I’ve never been so full, so stretched, and I’m gasping with every breath. He’s breathing deeply too, holding still over me, letting me grow accustomed to him.
“I’m not going to last long,” he says, voice strained, “but I’m going to make every second count. Brace yourself against the headboard, Hellcat. This is going to be…fun.”
I reach up until my hands wrap around the bars of his bed, and I lock my arms, whimpering at the promise in his words.
But what does ‘not last long’ mean? Will he come as soon as he moves? That, at least, would be familiar.Except I wantmorefrom him. I don’t know why, I just… it’s disappointing.
I feel his hips draw back, my pussy clenching like I don’t want him to leave. Then he drives into me, so hard his hipsslapinto my ass, forcing the breath from me in a cry. I part for him, and it’s like I can feel him pushing through my flesh, his cock so hard and strong, going so deep, filling me completely. The stretch hurts, but the pleasure is so much more.
That was just the first thrust.
His grip tightens on my neck, his weight shifts, he takes a slow breath, and then he begins in earnest.Poundinginto me. Driving his hips against my ass like he’spunishingme. Over and over, skin slapping on skin, and I cry out with every thrust. It’s so intense, so immediate, my arousal jumps from fucking high to unbearable, and I think I start coming almost straight away. I can’t tell when it began, only that there’s so much pleasure, bright lights exploding behind my clenched lids. My pussy grips him, and he gives small groans of effort as he forces his way into me with each new thrust.
And hedoesn’t stop, not even to shift his weight or adjust his grip. There’s no letup, no mercy, no chance to draw a breath or do anything but endure.
“That’s my… fucking… good girl,” he breathes between thrusts, and his hand slides from my neck into my hair.
He entwines my braid around his fist. And then hepulls.
“Lift your ass for me, Raven. Yes, that’s it. More.”
I cry out, head coming up, back arching, ass lifting. Offering myself to him, half to bring him deeper, half in submission so that he hurts me less. Because it does hurt; it pulls at my scalp while it aches inside, such a good ache, like this much pleasure couldn’t come without pain.
Now he’s driving deeper still, every movement grinding against my front wall, rubbing over my g-spot in a way that makes my orgasmexplode. It doesn’t even subside, just jumps from constant to so fucking intense I can’t even begin to tell where one ends and another begins. I’m not gripping the headboard anymore, I’m braced on my arms, fingers clenched in the sheets, trying to hold onto the dregs of my sanity.
“Fuck… you test my control.”
What did he say?Itesthis?
He’s coming undone forme. And I fuckingloveit.
This ismedoing this, him doing it to me, both of us so lost in each other that we’re past caring. It’s raw and base, passion and hunger, desperation and need. He’s brought me to this point, but I’ve driven him to lose something of himself. He’s fucking me like an animal, with every effort, and it’s brutal and dirty. Just like he promised.
I don’t care. My pride has long gone. I just want to behis.
The scariest thing is I think I’ll mean it later, too.
“Please… please…” I don’t even know what I’m begging for, but I hear him groan in response.
