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“Yes, I—I…I want you to be rough with me.”
“How rough?” His other hand runs up my bare thigh, slowly lifting up my dress, fingering the strap of my cotton thong.
“Rough enough to hurt.” The words fall without shame, because I know he’d never make me feel that way.
“Fuck,” he hisses, fingertips running up and down my slit.
My toes curl, my hand snapping to the back of his head. His hair is soft as I fist it, forcing his mouth into my throat.
He kisses and nips, his palm pushing into my pussy while I grind on it, my body trembling with desire the more he touches me, the more he sounds like he’s losing control.
“Tell me your name,” I beg him for crumbs I know he won’t give.
Instead of answering, he flips me around, one hand around my throat, the other roughly lifting up my dress until my bare ass is exposed. But he can’t see it, and that just makes it all the more erotic.
“Hands flat against the wall and bend that beautiful ass over.”
My palms meet the wall, while my body curves willingly for him.
“This is all you’ll get from me,” he breathes with a harshbaritone. “This is all we’ll have. Blood and bodies stroking in the dark. Can you live with that, Kayla?”
With a finger around the strap of my panties, he slides them down to my upper thighs.
“Yes,” I cry out, never having felt this level of need before.
Never knew I was capable of it, yet somehow he brought it out in me.
But this isn’t enough. I want so much more. I want him to tie me up and fuck me on the ground until tears drip down my face, not from pain but from overstimulation.
He suddenly moves back, and for a second, I think he’s leaving.
“Where are you going? Please don’t go!” I sound pathetic, but right now, I’m too far gone to care.
But he doesn’t answer. Instead, he grips my wrist, then the other, and binds them behind my back with something tight.
“Wha-what are you doing?”
I should be afraid. It’s what the men did. But I’m not. Because deep down, I know he won’t hurt me. He’s proven that already. This is exactly what I wanted.
“It’s what you want, isn’t it?” He repeats the words spinning in my mind. “You want me to fuck you like my personal whore. Tied and gagged, crawling to me.” He runs his palm against my core, and my body jitters as I whimper. “Want me to use this body. Want to be my cum slut, isn’t that right, babe?”
Babe.
That word again.
Pain lodges in the back of my throat.
“Y-yes,” I stammer, overwrought with emotion.
“Are you crying?” Concern lines every word, and suddenly his hand stops moving.
“I’m fine. Don’t stop. Please. I want this.”
He grunts. “Hate that I want this too.”
His palm connects with my behind, and the sound echoes in the room. He spanks me again, harder, faster. My skin aches, wanting every bit of the burn.
Every inch of my body throbs, needing this man to take me however he wants.
