Chapter Thirty Nine #2
“Right at the end of that last spanking—I could feel it on my thigh. You didn’t feel it?
Don’t remember?” I shake my head, looking up at him when he stands back at his full height.
“Damn. That’s pretty hot. You really like it, huh?
I’m pretty sure you can’t even breathe for a solid ten seconds every time.
” The ego-stroking this is doing is probably not the best for me in the long run—but fuck—he’s right.
I really like it. Enough to come without me knowing, apparently.
“I can’t. I can’t breathe or hear or see—it’s amazing. And it feels really good.” I tell him. He continues to grin down at me, shaking his head slightly.
“My little demon. Such a masochist.” There’s a small piece of me—the piece that remembers Drew and how he shit talked this type of sex—and it makes me nervous. Is Aaron liking this too? Or does he think it’s weird?
“Do you think I’m weird?” Because there’s no point in dragging it out—he either does or he doesn't. The fallout on the other hand…
“If you are, then I’m probably weirder for liking being on this end—hitting you so hard you can’t breathe or hear or see.” His hand cups my jaw when I smile at him—one of those big, warm smiles. The kind I haven’t felt in so long. But I’m relieved and I’m happy, dimples caving deep into my cheeks.
“Looks like we were made for each other, then.” I try to sound nonchalant but instead I sound completely and totally in love. Aaron leans down and kisses me—slowly dragging his tongue over mine and the ball that sits on it, over the roof of my mouth, over the inside of my cheeks.
“This is something we already knew.” He says when he leans back up.
“So—am I bleeding?” Slowly, that predatorial little grin creeps its way back onto Aaron’s face.
“No.” I give him an unbothered shrug.
“Well, it’s the rules. Can’t do anything about it. Let’s get back to it.” Aaron laughs—shaking his head at me again—but he’s picking me up and bending me over his left knee anyway. My dick is soft now and I’m curious as to how this will play out.
“Button—because we took a break and you took so many, your ass is super sensitive. So not only am I going to smack you much, much harder—but that pain will be added on as well.” He warns me, hand rubbing the small of my back.
I’m ready. I want it.
“Okay.” Is all I say. I feel it when he raises his hand—my dick twitches.
Crack!
Oh, fuck. I scream—but only about half of it gets out before all of the air leaves me and the world disappears.
It feels like my skin is being set on fire, split open, torn apart.
The feel of Aaron’s body against mine is driving me crazy—knowing he did this to me is driving me crazy.
The pain itself is turning into something delicious by the time it reaches my dick.
I would live here if I could—in this hidden little pocket of the universe.
The world comes back into focus and I’m sobbing again. My body moves with each one as Aaron shushes me.
“Good job, baby. Did that feel good? You took it so well.” He’s rubbing my ass—an amazing and terrible feeling. I’m shuddering and whining and when I move slightly to the left the head of my dick brushes Aaron’s thigh. I’m hard again.
“Hng.” I groan—body going limp at the sensation.
“Answer me—did that feel good?” Aaron asks me again.
“Yes—” I choke out, letting out a small sob before continuing. “Thank you.” Aaron moans so loud, so needy that I can’t help it when my hips buck up in response.
“You’re welcome, kitten. You look so good like this. All bruised up and bleeding.”
There are a few beats of silence as my cries subside before he speaks again without a hint of joy or humor in his voice.
“If anyone else ever puts their hands on you again, I’m going to kill them.
Right now, you’re at my mercy and you love it.
But anyone else—I will kill them. Benjamin—” I lift the best I can to look at him over my shoulder.
He leans down to make it a bit easier. “I’ve proven I’d die for you, but I’ve failed at protecting you.
It won’t happen again.” He looks so serious.
I crawl off of his thigh and walk toward the full-length mirror I hung by our closet when I first moved in. I stand in front of it and twist around to see my ass.
There are several tiny bruises that make a suspiciously fingertip-looking shape—one big bruise on the left side.
And right there in the middle of a nasty-looking bruise on the right—my skin split open.
It’s not too deep. As long as I’m not putting too much stress on myself it’ll scab and be fine in a day or two.
But as of right now—I watch the blood slowly drip out of the line of skin in awe.
“You okay?” Slowly, I turn back around. Aaron hasn’t moved, still standing next to the bed where I left him.
“You almost killed my dad for me.” His eyes widen. “You knocked a guy out for touching me. You stalked me basically the entire time I was at my first Greek party even though you thought I hated you—just to make sure I stayed safe.”
“But you still—”
“You left me with my boyfriend.”
“Ex-boyfriend.”
“Yes—but my boyfriend at the time. You thought I’d be safe. When there’s only one helmet you make me wear it. You refuse to let me take public transportation and you have to go to every show we do to make sure no one is weird to me.” Aaron scoffs.
“That one is reasonable. You’re being noticed all the time. Even Mad Dog knew who you were, just by saying you were in a band.” I roll my eyes.
“My point—wait, Mad Dog? Okay—we’ll come back to that.
My point is—you are always protecting me.
Everywhere we go, everything we do. In the 14 years that I have known you—I’ve been hurt two times when you were around.
That’s it. And you weren’t even aware during those two times.
I mean—you spent over a week getting me off of Oxy directly after I accused you of sleeping with the entire state of Arizona, thinking you’d never see me again once I was better.
” Aaron is chuckling quietly at the memory—at the sheer ridiculousness of our history.
“I just want to keep you from ever being on a bridge again.” He says. “I am perfectly fine following you into our next life, but I really would like more time with this Benjamin first.”
I can feel the tears as they collect—ready to spill. I bite my lip. I don’t want to cry.
“I promise. I won’t go. Not by my own will.” I tell him and he lets go of some tension that his body was holding—one I didn’t notice before. Then, he grins.
“Now that that’s decided—like it?” He nods toward my ass, and I blush straight down to my chest, twisting again to look.
“I do.” I whisper.
“Me too. I really do.” I turn back to him once more. The air in the room feels as if it shifts—warps into something hot and dangerous.
“I like every mark you give me. When you were asleep, I’d touch my scars all the time and think about how it felt to have you digging your teeth that deep into my skin.
” Aaron’s eyes are zeroed in on me—almost as if he’s stalking, and I feel once again like a trapped little rabbit in front of a beautiful, terrifying wolf.
“Come here.”
I stand in front of him and he reaches around my neck to lay a hand over the scar there. To feel the shape of it.
“I did this to your thigh a few years ago. In high school.” He says—and I nod.
I remember. I remember it lighting up my entire body with so much pleasure—so much pain and desire for him to fucking break me that I couldn’t make a single noise.
“I…” It looks like he’s trying to find words—trying to express something and having a hard time putting it together. That’s fine, I’ll give him time.
I push his chest until he’s sitting on the bed where I climb onto his lap—lining the head of his hard dick up with my hole.
“Benj—fuckkk.” I begin to sink down onto him—hands grasping his neck. His hands are loosely holding my hips as he stares at my face.
“God—I forgot how big you are. Fuck. I love this so much. I love you, Aaron.” I ramble—moaning and squeezing his skin—fighting to adjust to his size.
“Baby—I…” He’s still looking for those words, what he so desperately needs to say. My ass finally sits onto his thighs—pulling a hiss from me as the sore skin touches him. And Aaron whines. He actually whines.
“That feel good?” I ask him, rolling my hips, watching him twitch.
“I can’t find how to say it.” He admits.
“I… I want to touch every part of you. Every organ—every ounce of your blood, every inch of skin. I need all of it to know me.” Slowly—I move up and then sink back down—repeatedly—trying not to come from his words.
“I’m so fucking obsessed with you. Every breath that I take is for you, every choice I make is with your interest in mind.
Ah—baby that feels so good. Faster please—faster.
” He moans out, hands roaming all over me, trying to touch—touch anywhere.
He continues—
“I live to make sure your day goes well. That you eat and you smile. My world revolves around you so much it’s scary.
Hnghh—oh fuckk. Yeah, baby. God, you look so good bouncing on it.
Fuck… I want to be inside of you every moment—to have my teeth dug into you every second of every day. How do I fix this?”
What I thought was a love confession is a plea for help. Aaron has his hands spread out over my back as I fuck myself onto him. He’s tipping us slightly, so it feels as if I’ll fall but I know I won’t—not from his arms. He’s staring up at me with such a pleasure-struck, tortured expression.