Chapter 33
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Luka
“Look at me. You’re making me do this, do you fucking understand?” I say, my body vibrating with need, as I kick off my jeans and climb on top of her.
Scout’s pupils are so large, I can barely make out the hazel in her eyes as she stares back at me like I hung the fucking moon. Fuck she’s even more perfect than I imagined.
I shift her beneath me as I line my heavy cock up against her tight opening, biting my cheek as even that sensation is almost too much to bear. “Fuck, your pussy is so tight, baby,” I hiss as I slowly nudge inside her.
“Yes,” she whimpers, her eyes rolling back in her head as I slowly work my way deeper. I’m doing everything I can not to hurt her, but when her legs wrap around my back and she pulls me closer, I take it as confirmation that she’s fine. She needs the pain just as much as the pleasure.
So I give her exactly that, not holding back anything else as I drive my cock all the way in, her tight walls squeezing me so tight I nearly come on the spot.
Scout lets out a hiss, but her legs are still wrapped around my back, urging me to fuck her harder, to not hold back.
I don’t give her time to adjust before I’ve got her feet over my shoulders, giving me a much deeper angle.
I shove a pillow under her back, gripping her hip in one hand as I grip her thin neck in the other, as I drive my cock so deep inside her I feel her cervix.
“Oh, fuck. Yes! Just like that,” she squeals as I curve my hips, trying to keep my steady rhythm, my hand around her neck squeezing just a little tighter. Her body opens to me, her legs parting ever so slightly as I drive my cock deeper, fighting off my growing need to come with every stroke.
My stamina is normally something I pride myself on, but having Scout fall apart in my arms, begging me to please let her come, is probably the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.
“Fucking hell, baby. You take my cock so good. This is the only thing you’re good for. The only fucking thing you’re good for is making me come,” I hiss through gritted teeth as I pump my cock deeper inside her, her tight walls squeezing me so damn tight.
I adjust her legs on my shoulders, watching her perky tits bounce with every thrust, and the glazed over look in her eyes tells me she’s loving this just as much as I am. “You’re so far gone, you’d let me do anything I wanted to you, wouldn’t you, baby? Like my own personal sex doll.”
“Yes! Use me. Use me like your sex doll,” she cries out, and I nearly blow my load right there.
Hearing my sweet, good girl use such filthy language, knowing I’m the one who’s corrupted her, who’s driven her so out of her mind that she’s thrown all caution to the wind… now that’s a hell of an ego boost.
I keep my pace, pressing my palm against her belly, and she lets out a moan. I fucking love that I know her body so well, I know exactly which buttons to push to send her right over the edge.
Her nails dig into my back, and I feel her pussy clench around my cock, pulsating as she rides out her orgasm.
“Fuck. Yes. Oh my God—” she cries, and I don’t wait for her to finish before I flip us over, so that now she’s on top.
“Wait. I was… I was just about to…” Her desperation is so fucking cute; I have to bite my cheek to keep from laughing.
“Aw, what’s wrong, baby? Were you about to come?” I pinch her nipple, watching her eyes gloss over. “Oh, are you going to fucking cry?” I laugh darkly, leaning in. “Did you really think I was going to let you come that easily?”
She blinks her tears away; her cheeks flushed bright pink and her pupils completely blown out.
I can’t help but notice the disappointment pulling at her brows.
I fucking love how responsive she is. When she looks at me, I see what looks to be a challenge in her eyes, so I turn it up a little more, wanting to see just how far she needs me to push before she breaks.
I slap her ass before guiding her hips, showing her how I want her to fuck me. Her hips begin to rock as she finds her rhythm, slowly figuring out what feels the best. “That’s it, baby. Ride my cock.”
She throws her head back, her fingers digging into my chest, losing herself to the pleasure, and the sight of her riding me nearly steals my breath.
Her perky tits bouncing in my face, those rosy, pink nipples practically begging to be sucked, her supple curves and the way her body fits mine so perfectly.
Everything about her is perfect, and she has no idea.
She’s the kindest, most selfless, and genuinely good person I’ve ever met. She’s got a heart of gold, and she’s loyal to a fault. She puts everyone’s needs ahead of her own, and all she wants in return is to feel accepted and loved for who she really is. All she wants is to be seen.
Well, I fucking see her.
I’ve always seen her, and there’s not a single thing I’d change.
She’s a fucking goddess, way too good for anyone, especially someone like me.
“Such a pretty little slut getting yourself off on my cock.” I say, my hands roaming up her body. I grip a fistful of her hair at the root and tug her head down to face me. “Look me in the eyes while you fuck me. You keep your eyes focused on me.”
I pull her hair a little harder, and when our eyes meet, I feel the air shift around us, and time seems to stop as the world tilts on its axis. It’s as if I’m staring straight into her soul. How could I deprive her any longer?
“Are you ready to come now, princess? Or would you like me to torture you a little more?” I ask, giving her ass another sharp slap.
“Yes,” she cries out as my palm connects with her ass once more.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir. Please may I come now?” Her voice is raspy and dripping in desperation as she digs her nails into my chest, her hips moving on their own as she chases her release.
“Yes, baby. You can come. You’ve done such a good job letting me use this tight cunt,” I say, smoothing her damp hair from her face.
I flip her back over, my body desperate to take back control as I throw her legs over my shoulders and drive into her, one hand palming her breast as I cradle her neck in the other.
Our eyes never break contact, and I wish she could see just how perfect she is right now.
I wish she knew how incredible I think she is, inside and out.
I may not be able to tell her with my words, so I do my best to show her as I bring us both back to the edge, and this time, I don’t hold back.
There’s no use fighting it. It’s like there’s a force bigger than either of us drawing us together. Like it was always meant to be this way. Like our bodies are two magnets being pulled together across space and time, finally clicking into alignment.
It’s undeniable the moment Scout’s orgasm finally hits, because her pussy clenches around my cock so tight, triggering my own release on the spot.
Her shaking body buckles forward, her fingernails digging into my pecs as she lets out the sexiest moan I’ve ever heard.
It’s a full-body release, racking through her in powerful waves of pleasure that seem to never end.
It’s in that moment that I feel my whole world shift on its axis and everything changes. I know, this is it for me, there’s nothing that will ever top this feeling. I finally let myself free-fall.
Soon her moans turn to sobs, and all I can do is hold her while she falls apart.
“That’s it, sweet girl, let it out. It’s okay, I’ve got you.
It’s okay, beautiful. I’m right here.” I brush her sweaty hair from her forehead as I look into her eyes, trying to gauge if these are more than just the result of an intense play session.
Scout’s new to this type of dynamic and coming out of sub space can be emotional sometimes. It’s not something that can easily be explained, which is why I didn’t warn her ahead of time. I didn’t want her to be afraid of letting herself go deeper.
“Shh. Just let me take care of you. You did so good, baby. I’m so proud of you.” My hands continue to caress her back, needing to hold her just as much for myself as my adrenaline drops back to a normal level.
She swallows a gulp as her sobs slowly turn to sniffles, and I wrap my arms around her and shift us so that we’re lying on our sides, our bodies still connected.
I wipe the stream of tears from her cheeks as I stare into her eyes that seem to be holding back so many secrets.
“Hey, what’s got you this upset? Are you hurt? Did I take things too far?”
She sucks in a breath and shakes her head.
“Talk to me, Scout. Tell me what I can do to help.” I continue to rub her head as I wipe the fresh tears from her cheeks with my thumb and patiently wait.
After a few more silent minutes, she finally finds her words. “I guess I’m just freaking out a little about what I asked you to do to me.”
“Because you asked me to hurt you?” I ask, trying to understand. “I take it that is a new desire for you?”
She nods. “Yeah. I don’t know where that came from.”
“But you liked it?” She didn’t give me any signs that she wasn’t enjoying herself, but it’d be irresponsible of me not to ask anyway.
Sometimes people’s minds and bodies don’t always align with what they want, which is why consent and safe words are so important when immersing into intense scenes like we just had.
“Yes… I liked it… more than I expected.” Her voice is barely a whisper, like she’s afraid of saying it out loud.
“Well, that’s a good thing. You discovered something new about yourself, and you were open to it, rather than judging it. That doesn’t mean anything about you, and it’s not something anyone needs to know except you and me.”
Her hazel eyes are glassy, but I can see there’s more emotion she’s holding back, something else she’s not saying.
“What are you really upset about, Scout? Tell me the truth, I can handle it.” The fear that she’s upset with me, that I’m the reason she’s upset, has a pit sinking in my stomach.
I hold my breath as I wait for her to respond.
She bites her quivering lip. “What does it mean… about me that I’m turned on by that kind of stuff?”
I tilt her chin up, running my thumb over her swollen lips. “It means that it turns you on.” I shrug. “Nothing more. Nothing less. Everyone is aroused in different ways; there’s no need to judge yourself for it or even question it.”
“You say that like it’s no big deal that I just asked you to hurt me during sex. You don’t think that’s fucked up… not even just a little?”
I shake my head. “No. I really don’t. Everyone has their thing that turns them on, and you enjoy degradation and humiliation, as well as a little pain. Honestly, it makes sense if you think about it.”
“How?”
“I mean, your parents always treated you like you owed them, made you think you had to earn their love. So it makes sense that you’d crave their attention.
And it makes sense that the hurtful words used to control you would affect you in a deeper way.
” I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Lots of people find healing by working through their trauma in sexual expression. It’s a normal and healthy way for your brain to find healing.
In a lot of ways, it’s like taking your power back and rewriting what those experiences mean to you. ”
I pull her into my lap, smoothing her hair as I hold her to my chest. “You aren’t broken, and there is nothing wrong with you.”
“I feel pretty fucking broken.”
A single tear drop falls down her cheek, and I release her from my hug so I can look her in the eyes.
“Well, you’re not. Not even close.” Holding her face, I kiss both of her tear-streaked cheeks.
“You’re perfect, exactly as you are.” I stare into her eyes, searching for understanding and when she blinks through her tears and nods, I finally blow out a breath of relief.
We snuggle like that for a few more minutes until I know she’s fully calmed down. I know she’s exhausted because she doesn’t even fight me when I carry her to the bathroom and clean her all up, wincing at the red welts that will likely still be present in the morning.
That’s just going to be something that we deal with tomorrow.
After I’m satisfied that she’s clean, even making her pee so she doesn’t get a UTI, I wrap her in a fluffy robe and carry her up the stairs all the way to my bedroom.
And I don’t let go of her all night long.