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I suddenly found myself airborne. He lifted me over his shoulder like I was a sack of potatoes and stepped back out of the shower.
“I tried being as kind as I could to you, and I’m not a kind person. Now, we do this my way.” His voice was deliberately quiet, making me regret my bold attitude.
There were other ways to be strong while keeping my head about me. I knew better; I was smarter than this.
“I’m sorry,” I rushed out, trying to keep the bitterness from my tone. He should have been the one apologizing to me, but I had to do what I had to do.
He dropped me onto his bed, placing a muscled arm on either side of me. My wet clothes saturated the silk bed linens.
Poising his damp body above mine, he pressed his cock against my apex. With only the bathroom light illuminating the room, his blue eyes looked black.
“And why are you sorry?”
“For being a bitch.”
I wriggled beneath him uncomfortably. My dress had risen to my hips and my arms felt like they were going to rip out of their sockets.
He tilted his head and studied me as if I were a test subject. “I like you like this. Helpless…needy…wet.”
I bit into the flesh of my inner cheek. He moved back, gripped my ankles, and pulled me down the bed.
I ended up in a precarious position with my head almost hanging over the edge.
“Open your mouth,” he demanded. Silently calling him every name imaginable, I partially parted my lips.
“We both know my cock isn’t fitting through there.” He reached down and used his fingers to widen my mouth before shoving his length inside. I tried not to gag when it hit the back of my throat.
I truly was helpless. I couldn’t move. I was forced to lie on the bed and let him fuck my mouth. My eyes burned, eventually shedding the tears that had gathered. I found it disturbing that he wasn’t making a single sound. He was breathing evenly, and his eyes were trained on my face. A creeping sensation ran down my spine.
His issues went far beyond him simply being a fucked-up person. I wasn’t even sure he was enjoying the act of me sucking his cock as much as he was seeing me bound and at his mercy.
When he realized I was watching him the same way he was watching me, he stopped and pulled out of my mouth. He lifted me off the bed and carried me to the black love seat at the far side of the room.
“I know what you’re doing,” he said, dragging my underwear down my legs.
“I was doing what you wanted.”
He gathered what was left of my ruined chignon and bent me over the arm of the sofa. He was giving me whiplash. I couldn’t keep up with his constant mood swings.
Holding still, my heart pounding painfully in my chest, I waited to see what he would do next. The running shower almost disguised the sound he made behind me.
My ass cheeks were spread with his free hand, and a glob of spit ran down the crevice.
“If you don’t relax, this will hurt a lot worse,” he warned.
With my head pushed into the couch cushions, his fingers dug into my right globe and held it so he could drive into me. My scream was muffled by black suede fabric, but the burning sensation hit full force. If it weren’t for the arm of the couch, I would have been on the floor.
“Stop,” I choked out.
“Is this helping you remember your place?”
He withdrew and slammed back in again. I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood. His cock moved in and out at a brutally rapid pace. Breathing through my mouth, I tried to soften his thrusts as best I could.
When he slowed for just a second to adjust me, I was barely cognizant of his fingers on my clit until he added more pressure.
“How does it feel, Rebel?” he ground out, pumping into me harder, my entire body trembling beneath him.
Was this pain or was this pleasure?
It had to be both. With his hard, thick dick pounding into me and his calloused fingers working my clit, the waves of pain hit a wall of pleasure, knocking it down so the two mixed as one.
“Am I supposed to be feeling something right now?” I asked, covering up how I really felt.
His dark chuckle sent goose-pimples racing across my skin. The tie was roughly unknotted, freeing my hands. He didn’t give me the chance to feel relieved.
He wrapped a hand around my throat, and lifted me up, thrusting with abandon.
The harder he fucked my ass, the tighter his hand gripped.
“Do you feel me now?” he growled in my ear. I couldn’t form a coherent enough sentence to answer him. The sounds coming from my mouth couldn’t be described as human. When he added more friction on my clit, I knew I’d lost a battle there was never a chance in hell of me winning.
