Chapter Eight #3
She grabbed his wrist with both hands, trying to pull him off-balance, but he just countered and pushed her onto her back again.
He snagged her ankles, hauling her to the end of the mattress, then grunted as one foot kicked him in the stomach and the other came perilously close to decapitating his pride and joy, striking high on his pubic bone.
“It will never be yours,” she spat.
“I was saving it for tonight,” he murmured, locking her legs together and pinning them up the front of his chest before she achieved some real damage to his person.
“But now I’m thinking, bad girls don’t get slow, easy, gentle anal.
” His accent thickened dangerously, becoming a vocal weapon.
“They learn how to scream through their punishment and take a cock in their ass with a polite apology and a thank you, Sir at the end.”
“Like hell!” Eyes wide and frantic, she reared up, trying to gouge whatever she could reach on him. With her legs pinned straight up, she didn’t have a lot of leeway; her arms were flailing wildly without making contact. “Fuck you, Reaux! Fuck you!”
“Au contraire, Bennie. It is I who shall be fucking you.” He glanced at the bedside cabinet and smirked. “Let’s see what the Mistress hides in her naughty drawer, shall we? Perhaps something to ease the sting of violation.”
Understanding how willing she was to draw blood, Reaux grabbed the ruined T-shirt and managed to rip it into two separate pieces of fabric. Binding her ankles together efficiently, he flipped her onto her stomach and released her legs.
Violet took a swing at him, clumsy and way off the mark, so he used the moment to catch her wrist, anchoring it at the small of her back.
She fought harder to prevent him capturing her other wrist, but he had the advantage.
After a rough minute of struggle, he twisted it down to the other, restraining them effectively.
It was surprising to discover his breathing was unsteady. She was stronger than she looked, just not as strong as him. Still, his blood was pumping, his muscles were loose, and he was going to see this through until the moment she said her safeword.
Whistling the same four notes as before, he stepped back and over to the cabinet, easing open the top drawer. Tsking softly, he gave her a pitying look. “This can’t be sufficient for your needs. No wonder you’re acting out—you’re desperate for a real cock.”
“Fuck you and the horse you rode in on.”
Shaking his head, he rolled the rubber dildo out of the way—just the one—and ignored the packet of painkillers, the hairbrush, the odds and ends she’d stashed away.
With a triumphant vibration in his throat, he picked up a small square bottle the length and width of two of his fingers.
“Just what the Dom ordered. New and unopened, too.”
Violet squirmed. “Put it back, let me go, and we can forget any of this happened.”
“Why would I do that?” Reaux cracked open the lid and sniffed. “Cherry flavored. Quite fitting for an anal virgin.” He squeezed a drop onto his finger, rubbing it against his thumb. “This will do nicely.”
She flinched when he tossed the bottle down on the bed, her body stilling as he resumed his position behind her. The trembling began when he hooked his fingers into the stretchy waistband of the yoga pants and wrestled them over her hips, down to mid-thigh. “Please, you don’t have to do this.”
“Shush. I’m going to make it hurt but you’ll like it, I promise.” Reaux cocked his head, studying her position. No, that wouldn’t do at all. He tapped her bound ankles with his bare foot. “Tuck those knees under you.”
She flopped onto her side instead and slammed both feet against his hip.
Credit given where credit was due, she almost dropped him.
His body from the waist down was starting to form one giant ache; the bruises were going to be impressive.
Quick reflexes stopped her second kick from connecting, and he roughly manhandled her into the position he’d asked for—he was done asking from now on.
He ran his thumb over her swollen labia, parting the slit to see if she was still wet. Liquid silk coated his digit with just the lightest touch. As she squirmed across the sheets in an attempt to escape, he set his hand on her lower back, pinned her down, and made her scream.
Violet
The intrusion was sudden and brutal.
Reaux took his roleplaying seriously; she could feel the anger humming subtly through his muscles, and couldn’t blame him.
She’d given him a couple nasty shots, and he was paying her back tenfold—the way his cock cleaved into her pussy, the crown hitting her cervix hard, his pelvis thudding firmly against her ass was part punishment, part… who knew?
A scream wrenched from her throat, burning the sensitive tissues, and her body wanted to bolt upright in protest. Not a cat in hell’s chance of that happening, not when her limbs were bound—albeit loosely—and his hand kept her folded up like an accordion.
So far, he hadn’t breached any CNC rules that she could remember—right now, she was fighting to keep her brain from simply switching off and wallowing in the murky waters of pain and pleasure.
She wasn’t afraid of what he would do to her when she was helpless like this; harming her wasn’t his intention.
Teaching her a lesson, expelling some of the negative emotion bottled up inside, was his main objective. She knew him well enough to understand her current attitude, although improved, was hindering his attempts to narrow the chasm between them.
Anal would break her. It was too intimate, too vulnerable, and letting him take the last untouched piece of her was a declaration of something far deeper than she was ready to acknowledge.
In all honesty, she’d lost control of this the moment she agreed to the CNC roleplay, but the idea of being stalked, forced, and inseminated—even as a pretense—was too much for her hormone-addled brain to refuse.
Reaux pulled out to the tip, the crown stretching open her entrance. “Scream, Bennie. Scream the fucking cabin down. Bad girls who kick and scratch deserve it rough, and you’ve damn sure earned what’s coming. By God, you have fucking earned it.”
Yeah, deliberately goading him probably wasn’t the smartest idea.
The duvet crumpled as she fisted her hands in it, bracing for the next thrust. He rammed forward, intensifying the ache in her cervix, dragging a shocked cry from her lips.
Again and again, he drove into her with barely restrained power, knocking the breath from her lungs and ripping noises from her she never imagined possible.
This was what she’d been missing earlier.
This was what she hadn’t been able to give herself.
Her ears rang with the slap, slap, slap of his groin against her ass, the horrifically wet sounds of her pussy sucking his cock with gratitude.
The squashed Z position he’d put her in made her infinitely tighter, and her inner muscles were already tender, bruising as he pummeled them with strong, hard thrusts.
Tingling sensations prickled her senses, shivering through her muscles, radiating from her core. The orgasm gunned to life, revving like a Harley engine in the distance, and for the first time in her life, she was scared to reach climax.
Whatever was coming, whatever Reaux was doing to her, was bigger than anything she’d felt before, and it wasn’t here yet.
He gripped her hips, yanking her back as he drove forward, gaining another inch of penetration. It was uncomfortable, it hurt, but the pain melted into the swiftly rising pleasure and amplified it.
“Painslut,” he grunted in satisfaction, cracking his open palm down on her ass and pulling her cheeks apart. “Fucking beautiful painslut. Prim and proper Mistress by day, my goddamn improper whore by night.”
The words were dirty, borderline cruel. She knew several women who would’ve been offended by them; not long ago, she was one of them.
But even through the blood pulsing through her head, pounding at critical points across her body, she heard the subtle, gentler inflection in his tone when he said them.
Cold liquid dripped down her ass crack, one drop at a time.
Violet froze, stiffening as the lube trailed down to her anus. “No. No, no—”
Another swift spank cut her off, then his thumb ran up and down between her cheeks, smearing the liquid all around her untested orifice.
“I told you this is mine. I warned you I would take it. If you’d behaved, I would have been gentle, but no, you made me bleed.
Big mistake.” Reaux chuckled darkly, resting his thumb on her rosebud.
“Now I shall fuck it how I please, oui? Perhaps I will release your hands so you can fight me some more.”
Her breathing changed, starting to hitch with a sob. The lighter elements of CNC he’d toyed with up until this point were rapidly escalating, eliciting an innate fear. It clashed heavily with the pleasure in her core, creating a harsh and confusing mess.
Tears stung her eyes.
The sweat of exertion turned cold, springing through her pores for an entirely different reason now.
She pressed her face into the duvet, hiding the tears, muffling the whistling sound as panicked breaths huffed in and out through her nose. The orgasm kept building, a monster gaining momentum, and she discovered the strangest sensation of feeling her body and mind functioning on separate levels.
Reaux’s thumb didn’t move, but his hips did. They dipped lower, thrusting faster, and her control began to splinter. His crown struck the magic spot inside her, again and again. She felt her pussy leaking down her thighs, her own natural lubricant cooling on overheated, quivering skin.
The orgasm crashed down on her like a mountain, starting deep in her core. Tender inner muscles spasmed roughly around his cock, then pain sheared through her anus as Reaux forced his lubed thumb through the tight ring of her sphincter.