Page 67 of He Hate Me

“Remember your safe word?” I whisper in her ear.

“Fire.” She stops moving for a minute and then begins thrashing again. I pull her wrists behind her, holding them with one hand, and sit on her thighs.

“Your gesture?” I ask.

She taps her foot on the bed three times. “If my hands are free, I tap with my fingers.”

“Great.” I unhook her bra and pull it over her head and down her arms to tie her wrists.

“Let me go, Brandon!” she demands, but she knows what she needs to say if she really wants this to stop, and she’s not saying it. The bra won’t hold her for long, but while she tries to get out of it, I get the leather handcuffs from the cardboard box under the bed. I release her wrists from the bra just long enough to pull her arms over her head and fasten her wrists to the bedpost. These cuffs won’t hurt her—they’re lined with faux fur—but they’re sturdy enough to hold unless she twists her wrists in just the right way.

I look at her below me, bare except for her panties. I get a few more items from the box and lay them on the bedside table. The ball gag, the flogger, the riding crop and the nipple clamps. These last are new to me. Mrs. Hunter found them too painful, so we never played with them. These are the simple kind that clip on, but I want to get the ones that screw tight if Deja tolerates these well. I have a feeling she will.

She already looks better, her previous tortured expression replaced by defiant anger. This is what I want, to give her an outlet for the intense emotions that have trapped her like a maze, circling from fear to disappointment to worry to betrayal and back again. Now she’s focused on only one thing—me, and what I’m going to do to her.

I strip my clothes off and climb to the top of the bed, swinging my leg over her torso. One of these days I’ll have the self-control to stay soft and make her suck me to erection, but that is not today. Just looking at her body has me hard, but what I have planned for us makes me throb. My hard cock nudges at her lips. She presses them together in defiance, trying to turn her head to keep me out. Mercilessly, I reach behind me and twist one of her nipples. She gasps, and my cock slides into heaven. She tries to push me out using her tongue and it feels so good. I push inside her mouth, till my tip hits her throat. I keep it there, not pushing so deep that she chokes, but holding it just a millimeter from that point. I see her eyes grow large, feel her chest heave as she begins to panic. I imagine my cock must feel heavy on her tongue. Her lips are stretched wide, a tear leaks from one of her eyes and a puff of air escapes her nostrils. The panic eases as she remembers that she can breathe through her nose, but now her expression is full of anger. I pull back a little and thrust back in, slowly fucking her mouth.

“You’re such a good girl,” I tell her, cupping the back of her head and pushing a little deeper. It’s so hard to resist. Her mouth is hot and slick, her tongue slightly rough against the underside of my shaft. I push in, deeper than I should, and feel her throat struggling to take me in or push me out. I pull out, loving the way her spit makes strings that wet her face. Her makeup is starting to melt, and she looks a nasty mess.

“Red, Yellow, Green?”

“Green,” she says, hoarsely. The sound makes me want to jam my dick down her throat again, but I need to fuck her, take the edge off before we continue.

I cup her pussy and find her panties soaked. I grin at her.

“My baby loves to be used, doesn’t she?”

She shakes her head, her bottom lip outthrust. She’s playing the defiant brat and I love seeing her expression fall apart as I push her panties to the side and ram my fingers into her.

I move between her legs, spreading them really wide the way I like them. I find her clit through the wet black fabric and rub it with my thumb. She pushes her hips up, swallowing my fingers and pressing more firmly against my thumb. She smells so heavenly, pure sex. I can’t resist sucking her juices off my fingers. She tastes so good I almost decide to delay fucking her so I can eat her out. But I don’t.

I grasp the waistband of her cotton panties and yank hard, ripping them at the seams. I pull it out of the way until it hangs off one leg and push the head of my cock against her opening. There’s a moment of tension where her body resists the intrusion, and then her flesh parts, slowly yielding to me. I sink into her, inch by inch, her warm channel hugging my shaft tightly.

“You feel so good, baby,” I tell her. “Can you squeeze me with that pussy? Oh yes, that’s it.”

Her face is tight, her bottom lip crushed between her teeth. She flinches, clearly in some pain and I go still to let her adjust, and to savor her moue of displeasure. I lick her lips, coaxing her to release that bottom lip to me. When she does, I bite, sharply enough that she gasps. The involuntary movement of her body pulls her away from my cock and I instinctively follow her hips forward, driving my shaft deeper than before. She groans, the sound pained, then moans pained in an entirely different way. Her hips rock subtly, letting me know that she’s ready for me to move.

I start with slow thrusts, pulling most of the way out, then driving back in. She’s ready for me, tipping her hips up to accept my thrusts. Her eyes drift closed, and I watch emotions flow across her face: surprise, pleasure, need. I love watching her, seeing her react to every shift of my hips, how her vocalizations change based on whether I’m deep inside or circling my hips. I tell she’s getting ready to come, but I don’t want her to just yet. I change position so that I can still thrust deep without coming in direct contact with her clit. She’s too inexperienced to realize what I’m doing as I pump into her channel faster and faster. Pleasure shoots up my spine like lightning. I pull out, holding onto my control by a thread, and jam my cock back into her mouth. I don’t know if I was expecting disgust or reluctance, but she opens for me like she’s wanted nothing more all night than to suck me dry. Green, she said before, so I don’t hold back. Her eyes bulge and I feel her throat closing around the head of my cock. I curl my hands around her skull and feel her throat give way as I force myself inside her. I shudder, shooting pulses of semen down her throat. I pull out while I’m still hard, flopping to the side while she gasps for air. My come bubbles out of her nose and she coughs, trying to clear her air passages.

“That was amazing, Deja,” I whisper into her ear. “I love how your throat feels around my cock. You are such a good girl, aren’t you?” She nods despite her obvious physical distress. She rolls my come around in her mouth, leaving it half open so I can see the disgusting mess. “You are such a dirty slut, aren’t you? Swallow it.” When she does comply quickly enough, I slap her tit, causing her body to jerk and twist. She opens her mouth to show me that it’s all gone.

Now that I’ve come, it’s time to really get started. I get a washcloth and clean up her face, then check in.

“Green, yellow, red?” I ask.

“Green,” she says, her voice hoarse. Not that I’m trying to push her too far too fast, but I’m a little surprised she’s still at green. Holy fuck are we going to have fun.

I scan her body, considering where I’d like to start. I realize I’ve forgotten something. I picked up a set of plastic clothespins at the dollar store on Friday. Like the wooden spoon I used to punish her, sometimes the best tools are improvised.

We texted back and forth last night, sharing ideas and figuring out what we might want to try, and what was definitely off the table. I’m learning as much as she is. I have my fantasies, some focused on domination, some on extracting pain. I’ve read and fantasized a lot since my relationship with Mrs. Hunter. Before she and I hooked up, I had a really horny and uninhibited girlfriend for a while. She wasn’t into pain—I wasn’t even sure I was at that point—but she wasn't shy about telling me what she liked. Thanks to her I know way more about getting a girl off than most guys my age.

I unclip Deja’s handcuffs from the bed and pull her across my lap. I rub her bare bottom, warming up the skin in preparation. She’s tense and I know she’s going to get hurt if she stays like this.

“Relax your muscles,” I tell her. She quivers, trying to control her responses. She takes deep, slow breaths. Her ass tightens and relaxes a few times until she gets herself under control. She’s pliant, but still nervous. Even though I just came, her fear and anticipation is starting to turn me on. I’m soft, but I don’t know for how long.

I give her a few light swats on the rear, admiring the way her firm ass bounces more than it jiggles. She’s quiet at first, but as my strikes get more firm, a soft whimper escapes her lips. I check her face, and she’s not crying but her eyes are squeezed shut. I deliver four harsh blows, two to each cheek. I slip my hand between her legs, petting her swollen clit. Her lips are slightly engorged, but I plan to get her a lot more aroused than this. I spread her ass and press my thumb into the little black starfish. She stills, not knowing what to expect and I press my thumb firmly against her hole, dipping just the tip inside. Of course I like her ass—it’s a fantastic ass—but I’m touching her like this because I know it makes her feel exposed and vulnerable. She needs to understand that no part of her is off limits to me. My thumb sinks into the tight ring of muscle. I love the resistance as her body tries to push me out. Her insides are incredibly soft and silky.

“How does that feel?”