Chapter 8 #2
“I’m going to push you. But I’ll never actually hurt you in a way you don’t want. Understood?”
“Yes, Master.”
I grabbed the riding crop and softly hit her thigh.
She jumped, but a moan quickly fell out of her pretty mouth.
My knee spread her legs, and without giving her warning, I tapped her sweet little clit.
Her back buckled, but she wasn’t able to go anywhere.
Her nipples hardened, pebbling under my touch.
“Please,” she begged.
“What do you want, Sunshine?”
“For you to touch me.”
“You beg like I give a fuck.”
I slapped my hand against her ass cheek, followed by the crop.
Her gasp wasn’t just a sound. It was a gift.
The flush in her cheeks, the way her back arched from impact, the tears gathering in the corners of her eyes…
God, it made everything about this so much fucking better.
I didn’t just want to hurt her. I wanted to break her open and see everything she’d been too scared to give anyone else.
And then I wanted to hold all those pieces with bloodied hands and kiss them back together.
“That’s it. Take the pain, Sunshine. Make me proud.”
“Oh, fuck,” she whimpered.
“Count to ten.”
“What?”
“Count. Each. Fucking. Hit.” I commanded.
“Yes, Master.” Her voice was a little more shaky this time, but considering I could see the faint glim of her arousal on her thighs, I knew she liked this.
“You think I’ll go easy on you because you look pretty when you cry? Don’t count on it. I want to see those tears.” And before she could reply, I spanked her again with my bare hand.
“One,” I heard faintly.
“Louder.”
“One.” She repeated.
“You’re such a good little toy when you suffer for me.” I walked over to the supplies and grabbed a paddle. I didn’t hit her hard per se, but enough for her to know it wasn’t my hand anymore.
“Two,” she cried out after the thwack of the paddle.
My nostril flared, my hand balling in a fist at the sight of her. I brought the paddle back up and released it.
“Three.”
“Look at you. Crying so pretty for me.”
“Keep going, Master.”
Fuck, she was already too good at this. My cock was aching already, rock fucking hard. Mya was panting, her ass a beautiful pink color. I smacked her again, and this time she screamed. I rapid-fired a couple more hits, and she counted each one.
By the time we got to the eighth one, her voice was weak. Fragile. Her knees buckled, her breath was ragged, and tears were falling freely now. But she didn’t use her safeword.
“Color?” My hand cupped her trembling jaw.
“G-green,” she gasped. “Please… Please more.”
“Then you do as you’re told. Two more, Sunshine. Beg me for the next hit. Beg like you’re the one who needs to hurt.” I rubbed her ass a little, dipping down and between her legs to rub her clit.
“Fuck, Nick, fuck, I need it. Please, don’t stop.”
“That’s what I thought.” My voice was low, almost not sounding like myself. Then I hit her pretty pink ass with the paddle for the last two, but not nearly as hard as the previous ones. When I was done, I threw the paddle to the floor.
I uncuffed her hands, rubbing her wrists a little before I left her standing there and sat down on the bench. “Crawl to me.”
“W-what?”
“You heard me, crawl to me.”
Mya got down on her hands and knees, and I’d be damned. She really fucking crawled to me. I placed my hand on her chin, my thumb rubbing her cheek as I looked into those eyes that held so much fucking trust.
“Rub your pussy for me,” I told her.
I swear her eyes sparkled when I asked that.
Her hand instantly went in between her legs, and she set a slow pace as she played with herself.
Her hips started to rock, and as soon as I knew that she was close, I told her to stop.
She looked like I betrayed her by that, but the only way I’d let her come was on my cock.
“You think you’ve earned it already? You think just because you moaned and cried like a good little slut, I’ll let you come?”
“No, Master.”
I was still fully clothed, and normally I’d stay that way.
Only removing my pants to my thighs, coming, and then some aftercare before I left.
But Mya deserved more. She deserved all of me.
So as she waited for me to tell her what to do, I removed my shirt, followed by my pants and boxers.
I wish I didn’t have to wear a condom when it came to her and that was a little scary considering I’d never done that before.
But we were still new, so I slid one on, then spoke softly as I said, “Come here, Sunshine.”
“I want to ride you,” she whispered, voice wrecked.
I raised a brow. “You want to ride me?”
She nodded. Her thighs trembled where she straddled me, desperate and wide open.
I grabbed her throat just to feel her pulse race beneath my palm. “Then earn it.”
Something flickered in her eyes. She clenched her jaw and slammed her hips down on me, taking me inside all at once.
Fuck.
She rode me like she meant to ruin us both.
Her nails raked down my chest as her rhythm got harder.
Faster. I let her have it. Let her think she had control.
I let her believe that for thirty fucking seconds, then I grabbed her wrists and flipped us fast, shoulder to the bench, ass in the air, exactly where I wanted her.
I covered her body with mine, hand on her jaw, caging her in. She gasped. Her whole body shuddered.
“My turn,” I growled into her ear as I picked her up and threw her on the bed.
She gasped as I pushed her face-down into the sheets, her arms pinned above her head with one hand. My hips rolled forward, slow, just the tip sliding against her slick cunt until she whimpered.
“I let you ride me,” I murmured into her ear. “You thought you were in control?”
A desperate little shake of her head. “N-no.”
“Liar,” I growled and slammed into her.
She cried out, not from pain or fear, but from how deep I went.
Her cheek pressed against the mattress, mouth open, gasping as I set a brutal rhythm. One hand held her arms tight. The other wrapped around her throat from behind.
“Say it,” I grunted, driving into her. “Say whose you are.”
“Y-yours,” she choked out. “I’m yours, Nick.”
“That’s right.” I leaned over her, lips brushing her temple. “No one else gets you like this. No one fucks you like I do.”
I wanted to drag my nails down her back.
I wanted to bite her. To leave bruises that wouldn’t fade for a week.
To draw a tiny line of red just to see her flinch and then melt.
To mark her up until she wore me for days.
But she wasn’t just anyone. She was Mya.
And that meant I had to go slower. I had to earn every whimper.
I had to make this mean something. But fuck, I wanted it.
And I’d earn that kind of trust one scene at a time.
She arched, legs shaking, completely undone beneath me. Her body tried to pull me deeper with every thrust, and I gave her everything. Every inch. Every ounce of restraint I’d been holding since the first night.
Her moans got messier. She clawed at the sheets. Her whole body rocked with the force of my thrusts.
“Please,” she sobbed. “Please don’t stop.”
“Don’t worry, baby,” I panted. “You’re gonna come so hard, you’ll forget where we are.”
I reached between her thighs and circled her clit.
Her breath hitched. Then she screamed, her body seizing, legs kicking against the sheets as she came apart with a raw, shaking cry.
I didn’t stop. Not until she was twitching and boneless under me, and as soon as she did, I spilled into my condom.
When I caught my breath, I slowly removed myself and flipped her around, cradling her in my arms.
“Did you just… at the same time?” she asked, almost like she was in awe.
“I did, Beautiful.” And that was the first time I ever felt so fucking connected to someone that I did. Normally it took longer, more pain, more foreplay, a longer scene. But with Mya? Everything was different.