I throw my head back like I’m keeping my face as far from his as possible, baring my throat.
Nico withdraws his hand and pounces on me. His mouth descends on my neck and he’s all teeth and tongue and open-mouthed kisses that burn a path up to my jaw. He bites down on my pulse point. I yelp, and the sting sends a jolt right to my core.
Nico’s hand slides up my ribcage, nails biting into my skin. I kick my legs out under him, trying to look like I’m desperate to escape even though it’s hard to form a coherent thought past thefog filling my head. The jumpsuit tangles around my knees, and the bunched fabric digs into my injury from the bottleneck.
The pain feels like someone took a hammer to my kneecap. I cry out behind the tape, and Nico quickly realizes what’s happening and eases the jumpsuit off my knee, stripping it the rest of the way to my ankles. The throbbing eases. It’s not lost on me that he could so easily tell the difference between my fake pain scream and my real one.
Nico yanks my bra up onto my neck and palms my breast, gripping so hard I can’t stop the moan in time.
The tape muffles the sound, but barely. I cover it up with a sob. His thumb drags across my nipple again so fast it could be a throwaway touch, but I know it’s deliberate.
I shove him away with my bad arm, real pain exploding through my mangled hand. The agony grounds me for half a second, reminds me we’re performing, but then Nico’s thumb grazes my nipple again, and the pleasure rises back in me so quickly that I writhe inside his iron grip.
Through my half-closed eyes, I glimpse Nico’s hand wrapped around himself, thick and flushed and straining.
He shifts one knee up roughly, forcing my legs wider, and notches himself at my entrance. The blunt pressure makes me instinctively tense. My heart is pounding so hard I can hear it over everything else. He drags the head of his cock through my slick heat in deliberate strokes, up and down, passing over my clit with just enough pressure to make my thighs quiver. Even when he’s being rough, I can feel the intention behind every one of his movements. He’s choosing them like he chooses his words.
He pushes in that first inch.
Oh god oh god oh god.
The stretch is immediate and overwhelming, and so intense that I need to close my eyes. My body resists instinctively, then yields, my walls fluttering and tightening around him as hepushes in deeper. I’m wet enough that it doesn’t burn or rub, which is insane given the circumstances but not something I’m complaining about. I can feel every single inch as he pushes his way in, splitting me open, and my body can’t decide if this is pleasure or pain or both, but the combination is more intense than any sensation I’ve ever felt. He’s only halfway in. I’m already so full, stretched so completely there’s no room for anything else, no room to think or breathe or?—
He drives home with one brutal thrust that punches the air from my lungs.
I clamp down around him, and he throws his head back with a groan that rumbles through my entire body.
Oh,fuck.
He pulls back and slams into me again and again, setting a punishing pace. I try to move under him, but he’s holding me down so hard I can’t, which is fine by me. My breathing is heavy and loud against the tape, and the sound of it turns me on even more.
His hand fists in my hair, yanking my head back at a sharp angle that should hurt, but instead sends electricity racing down my spine.
“Fight me,” he growls into my ear, and even those words make me squeeze my eyes shut from the gooey feeling they give me. “I got you. I promise.”
I buck under him, but all I want is to be putty in his hands, mold around every thrust, take everything he’s giving me and beg for more. He shifts his weight, and suddenly he’s everywhere—inside me, around me, pressed so deep I can feel him in places I didn’t know existed. His fingers dig into my hip, holding me in place as he pounds into me with relentless force. The wet sound of our bodies meeting echoes off the tile walls, and that should gross me out, but instead it makes the coil inside me wind tighter.
His free hand finds my breast again, rolling my peaked nipple then pinching, blurring the line between pleasure and pain completely. He doesn’t slow down. Just keeps thrusting harder, each stroke pushing me closer to something I’ve never felt before.
He shifts his angle, and I cry out in surprise when he hits something so deep that my eyes roll back. This time, I can’t bring them forward. Holyfuck—he’s grinding against a spot that makes my back bow off the floor, and my entire body go taut. I hope it looks like I’m trying to get away because all I’m doing is pressing harder into his, chasing this knot of tension that is building inside me, coiling tight, getting tighter. His lower stomach is rubbing my clit with every pump, and the friction is too much.
Over Nico’s shoulder, I catch a glimpse of the Game Master watching us, and panic slams into me like a freight train.
I snap my focus back to Nico and cry out against the tape, wrenching my bad arm out of his grip with a scream. My bandaged hand connects with the side of Nico’s head.
Nico lets out a frustrated growl that goes straight between my legs and pins my arm to the ground, his grip bruising, but he doesn’t slow down, only thrusts into me harder. I try to focus on the pain oozing up my arm, but the feeling of him inside me is stronger, each drive winds me tighter, pushing me closer to an edge I can’t go over. That I’venevergone over with someone else.
I got you.
I got you.
The words echo in my head because I know he does. Nico’s not going to let anything bad happen to me right now. There’s nothing bad that can happen to me in his arms. It’s the one place in the world where I know nothing can hurt me.
I go limp under him, letting him push me closer to that edge. The pleasure builds inside me so fast it’s dizzying, and not even all the resolve in the world can make me remember to fight now.
I can’t do this. Can I do this?
I’m not going to be given a choice. He’s not slowing down, and something is rising inside me so big I don’t have control over it.
