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“Can I fucking handle you, Violet?” he brought it down again, gentler this time, landing it right on my sex as my head slumped and perspiration dropped onto the screen.
OH MY GOD.
He leaned in then and licked and sucked and teased my clit, never giving me enough to let go as I pumped my hips up and down in a vain attempt to help myself. As I was close, the whip teased me again with a sting.
“Greedy little pussy,” he growled as he traded his whip for his hand that now came down hard on my ass. I moaned at the arrival of more heat, helping to ease my frustration. For the first time ever, I wanted more of his hand. I pushed my hips out as I watched his hand come down again, leaving a bright pink mark on my already sensitive skin.
In my mind all I could do was think ‘please do it again,’ although I couldn’t utter a single word.
He buried his face inside me then, his nose nudging my puckered back entrance as his tongue lapped me up. I shook with anticipation but he refused to take me there. I screamed out in frustration as I rolled my hips.
“I think I can fucking handle you.” Another slap had my insides coiling. I almost came then and was shocked at the sudden realization that another slap may be the very thing to set me off. His huge shaft bobbed at my entrance again as I clenched in anticipation, knowing that the first thrust of his cock would ignite me. He took his time sliding into me as I watched us connect, completely consumed by his dick filling my pussy. Once buried, he reached around and pinched my nipples. I came so hard that tears sprang to my eyes and my voice went hoarse with my scream. Rhys dropped the camera and pulled my hair hard, using it to center himself and ram into me.
“Again!” His hand came down in a series of hard slaps as I bucked beneath him, succumbing to his will, pulsating and squeezing his cock. I was dizzy with lust, completely drunk on the sensations as he took me higher and higher, slamming his hips against the table, his girth into me.
“Fuck yes,” he hissed as he gripped the top of my shoulders, pulling me to him hard, his fucking vicious and unforgiving. I felt his dick twitch as he spilled himself onto my back and branded my ass with one last hard slap.
“Rhys, please, please, please!” I begged as he put the piece of ice inside me, letting it melt and numbing me further. I was on my back now, completely strapped down as Rhys hovered above me. I couldn’t stop shaking, the numbing sensation keeping me from letting go. As soon as he licked me enough to warm me back up, he was rubbing another piece onto my clit to keep me numb. I was spread wide before him as he teased me with his mouth. I could only twist and writhe underneath him. As the numbness wore off, I begged again.
“Rhys, I can’t take it,” I said, meeting his unforgiving eyes.
“You know the word, Violet,” he murmured, taking another drink from my insides as the cool juice from the ice leaked out. He held the cup in his hand, shaking the ice that remained, his beautiful naked chest hovering over me as he alternated using the ice between his teeth to numb my nipples and then drifting down to my clit. He thumped my numb center painfully and I screamed out in fury, knowing I would never say the word. I knew relief was coming as he knelt before me, sucking my lips and warming my center with his tongue. He spread me wider as he tasted me and I pulsed with pleasure. When he pulled away, my arousal on his face, he licked his lips clean. “Delicious.”
I would never ever say the word.
Hours later, in
his arms and in bed fully sated, I looked up to see him smiling.
“What the hell are you smiling about?” I said, smiling with him though I didn’t know the reason.
“That was more than I have ever put any woman through in one night, and you,” he said, lifting me onto his chest, “Violet, you should never have been able to endure all that.” He chuckled again. “I was determined to make you say stop.” He laughed again as I punched his chest.
“I am sure that isn’t true, I mean, come on,” I said rolling my eyes.
“No, really, you are a true freak,” he said, burying his face in my hair.
“You are such a bastard,” I said, my face turning red as I thought of the hell I had to endure with the ice. Then it occurred to me to ask.
“How many pieces, Rhys, have the others stopped at?” He looked at me, fearful now as his chuckle slowed. “How many!”
“Two was the most, until you.”
“And how many did you use on me, Rhys?” I asked, my voice a high-pitched squeak.
“Five,” he said, bursting out laughing. I punched him hard in the chest as I tried to escape the bed. He pulled me back down, cradling my face as I cursed him for everything he was worth.
“Wow, you have got one hell of a mouth on you, sailor.”
“I can’t believe you did that to me!” I grumbled as he kissed my neck and nose and chin, chuckling.
He pulled back, incredulous. “I can’t believe you let me!”
“Well, you are the one in control!” I said defensively.
“And I have never been so convinced,” he said, hysterical as I pushed at his chest to break free.
“Not funny!”
