Fifteen - Redric
I smiled at her as she smiled at me, but the cockiness over my answer faded under the radiance of her grin, and something else took root. She looked beautiful with the water clinging to her skin, the heat flushing her cheeks, the bright gleam in her eyes a spark of pure pleasure. She didn’t look innocent –she could never look innocent– but she looked...real.
Like she didn’t have her guard up.
Like this was a part of her –a fun, genuine part of her– that she never let anyone see.
It’s just an act.
My lips flattening, I grabbed her hips and forced her around, not wanting to see her lies. She did it so easily. Every word she uttered. Every look she gave. It was all just calculated acts on how best to manipulate someone.
She wanted me to work with her.
She wanted me to trust her.
To put my guard down so she could ditch me as soon as she was finished using me for this mission. I wasn’t stupid. I knew that had been her plan all along.
She was always working multiple angles and plays as she got the world to dance to her tune.
But she wouldn’t fool me again.
Hating her, I grabbed my cock with the need to punish her. Bending my knees, I pushed against her ass. She tried to turn around, but I shoved in faster than she could spin, stretching her more than with just the tip. She cried out on a hiss of pain, and I groaned as she squeezed me tight. Lifting her up against the glass, off her toes as I straightened, I grabbed her hands and forced them above her head. My teeth sank into her shoulder as my cock slipped in deeper still.
She cursed as she tried to jerk away, but my fingers tightened on her wrists and my teeth dug deeper into her skin. The coppery taste of her blood was swept up with my tongue. She’d told me to use her and not ask, to not be gentle. To deny her.
Even in that, she’d been manipulating me, making me dance to her tune, and I hated it. Nothing I did to her now could ever be enough because in the back of my mind, I would wonder if she was enjoying it. She’d come when I’d choked her. She’d got turned on when I’d talked about selling her. She got off on violence and pain. Even now as she cursed, her ass lifted to take me deeper.
She liked it rough. She liked it hard. She would feel pleasure if I punished her. Fuck!
Holding both her wrists with one hand, I slammed my other palm against the glass beside her head. I breathed out heavily, my anger mixing with the steam filling this space we shared.
I wanted to hurt her.
But I fucking couldn’t because she was a masochist as well as a sadist.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I tried not to think about how good her ass felt. About how much I wanted to sink in balls deep and –
I lifted my head and stared at the back of hers. She wasn’t cursing anymore, just staying still, waiting for me to do whatever I was going to do. I looked down to see my cock half buried in her ass, pale-pink water-mixed-blood seeping down its length.
Pushing my hand on her ass, forcing her to stay tight against the glass, I pulled out slowly. A ragged breath left her. Darker blood then turned pink before being washed away. I pushed in slowly, deeper this time but not all the way. Then pulled out. My hand applied more pressure on her ass when she tried to move, forcing her to stay still.
She wanted me to go fast, be rough. So I would be slow and gentle.
I would deny her every pleasure, every hope of getting off with me as I fucked her.
Loosening my grip on her wrists so it wasn’t crushing, just firmly holding, I pushed my cock back into her ass. Slowly. Gently. She squeezed me so tight it hurt to linger, but I took my time sinking into her body. She growled, then whimpered as I pulled out – finally a genuine noise of frustration. No pleasure.
Slowing down even more, even as my heart raced and my cock demanded I fuck her like a sex doll, I pushed in to the base. My breath ragged, I pressed my entire body against her. I dipped my head to her neck, and she arched on a desperate cry for me to do something to please her.
Bite her. Hurt her. Degrade her.
I would not dance to her tune.
Pressing my lips to her skin, I kissed her gently.
“I thought you wanted to punish me,” she said, trying for flippancy and failing hard.
Releasing her wrists, I slid my hand down her arm and cupped her chin. My finger brushed across her lips. She opened for me immediately, so I didn’t go in. I trailed my hand down her shoulder, then down her back between her wings, stopping on her ass near my other hand. Palming both cheeks, locking her in place, I pulled out slowly. My eyes grew half-hooded at the sight of her squeezing me. “I am,” I said hoarsely. “You hate this, don’t you? The pace? The lack of pain.”
“You’re in my ass without lube.”
I stilled, half-out, my gaze focusing on the blood on my cock. Was this pleasing her too much? No. She is trying to manipulate me. “You just want me to fuck your pussy.”
She snorted. “Not after you’ve been up my ass.”
My fingers tightening on her, I rammed in to the hilt. She cried out, her hands grabbing my thighs, tugging on them to make me move.
I sneered. “You were saying?”
“Fuck. You.” Annoyance coloured those two words, and I knew she knew I knew her manipulation attempt had failed. She was so frustratingly turned on, but the gentle rocking of my cock wasn’t doing it enough for her. She wanted me to either hurt her good by slamming in like I’d just done or move into her pussy so she could at least feel something to make her orgasm.
She would get neither. No pleasure.
Not today. Not ever.
Pulling out slowly, I kissed right below her ear. Her ass squeezed me tighter as she clenched her muscles. The intense pleasure had me desperate to push back in. I went in a tad faster this time until my pelvis cupped her ass. My hands gripping her toned flesh, I kissed her neck as I stayed deep.
She squeezed her muscles again, making them pulse around me, and I groaned as my arousal built with a pressure that had my fingers digging into her skin. She felt so good, and each time she loosened her ass, I sucked in a breath of anticipation of her hard squeeze.
Fuck.
My thighs trembled with the urge to fuck her hard. To go at the quick pace she was pulsing around me. But I refused to do so, knowing that’s what she wanted. What she was trying to do – make me so turned on I lost all control.
My balls tightened.
And this time, when she loosened, I pulled out slowly. She tightened on my tip. I pushed back in. Before I was even in all the way, I came on a throaty groan I knew would piss her off. I sank deeper as I arched my back, my thighs trembling with my hard release. She cursed as she turned her head to look at me. “Seriously? You came already?”
Pulling out all the way, I chuckled. “You cursed me for twenty-five years.” For the first time, I wasn’t pissed about that; I found it absolutely hilarious her own actions were coming back to torment her.
I turned, a smile on my lips at having finally won one of her damn game. Pulling the foreskin of my cock back, I washed off the blood. She swore behind me, curling my smile up even more.
I grabbed the bar of soap and lathered it over me.
At the sound of her moaning behind me, I froze. Then spun quick on my heels to find her with her fingers inside herself as she cupped on breast. Dropping the bar of soap, I grabbed her hands. She hissed as I yanked them off her and pinned her back against the glass wall.
“You can’t stop me from fucking myself,” she spat, her chin lifted, her eyes challenging.
“That’s exactly what I’m going to do.”
She snorted. Then slammed her head towards my nose. I stumbled back instinctively, giving her space to punch me in a kidney. The unfathomable pain dropped me to the ground. She laughed as I groaned. Leaning over me, she turned off the water, then kicked me over onto my back. The pain in my kidney was making me nauseous and kept me down better than any shackles. Kneeling over my face, she pushed two fingers inside herself.
Moaning, she rode them for a few seconds, then pulled them back out. They glistened with her arousal, and she pushed them against my lips. I sucked on them, unable to help myself. Eating pussy had always been an obsession of mine. Without a working dick, the only action I’d given over the last twenty-five years, par the last six weeks, had been oral.
She tasted amazing – sinful and wicked, and despite the humiliation I should be feeling in this moment, all I wanted was to lift my head to her pussy so I could feast on more.
She pulled her fingers out as she smirked down at me, then fisted my hair and pulled my lips up to between her thighs. I licked her hungrily. She cried out as her fingers tightened on my scalp.
Her thighs quivered beneath my palms as I grabbed them and yanked her down all the way, my head hitting the floor with a soft thud. I shoved my tongue inside her pussy, covering my mouth and chin in her taste. Then I pulled out to lick her, my tongue sweeping in fast lines to spell, ‘I fucking hate you’.
She rode my face on hard pants. Her other hand lifted to pinch her nipples, alternating between the two. She pumped her hips, moaning and grinding across my tongue as she neared the edge. Just as her thighs clenched around my head though, I shoved my hands around to her ass and tossed her off me.
She hit the glass wall, and the confined space made it hard for her to turn around. Ignoring the lingering pain in my kidney, I rolled sideways onto my knees and grabbed her lips. I shoved my cock deep into her ass as I pushed down on her shoulder blades until her face hit the floor. Then I wrestled both her arms behind her back.
She heaved behind me, cursing me in a language I didn’t understand as I rocked slowly into her.
“Beg me to let you come,” I mocked.
“Fuck. You.”
I slowed down my pace. I didn’t need to go quickly to orgasm. I had twenty-five years of pent-up frustration. Even though I’d just climaxed a few minutes ago, my balls were already tight, on the verge of another release. My cock was sensitive, and her ass was tight, almost painfully so, but my true pleasure came from her annoyance, from having her finally down on her knees at my mercy.
I fucked her slowly, my arousal building with very swear she uttered with her cheek pressed against the wet floor. With every twist of her hips as she tried to find an angle that worked for her. I grunted as she whimpered in desperate need, but I never picked up the pace nor gave her pleasure through pain.
Just long –
“Fuck you, Redric.”
Slow –
“You’re so fucking shit at this.”
Thrusts –
“Don’t you want to be able to say you can actually make a woman come?”
That were making her –
“Fine!” she snapped. “Please. There. I said it.”
She twisted her shoulders, trying to break out of my hold. My fingers tightening on her, I went slower. She cried out on a whimper. “Don’t slow – Please,” Evangeline begged. “I said please.”
She gasped with need, and I smirked at her looking so pathetic.
I slowly pushed back in, focusing on how good my cock felt, on how good her pleas sounded.
“You fucking bastard,” she hissed. “You’re not going to rail me, are you?”
I grinned wide. “Nope. But feel free to keep begging me to. You sound so fucking sad.”
Grinding her teeth, she went back to flinging insults at me. “Fifty women all fucking faked it with you. You can’t make anyone come, can you? You’re so fucking pathetic. You’re just pretending to deny me when really you just don’t know what you’re doing. A eunuch could…”
I drowned her out, replaying her whimpers and sexy little “Please.” How she begged me, nearly sobbing and twisting at my mercy.
“Please. I said please.”
Groaning, I came inside her, filling her ass with so much cum, it leaked out down my cock. She grunted in frustration as she tried to twist free, no doubt so she could touch herself.
My hands squeezing her wrists, I held her still as she bucked against me.
“Fuck you,” she seethed, her face still pressed to the floor of the shower. Her hair clung to her cheeks as she breathed heavily.
Pulling out of her, I slapped her ass.
She moaned, her eyes closing, and I chuckled.
“You’re so fucking close, aren’t you?”
“Fuck you.”
“So you’ve said.”
Leaning back, I reached behind me to turn the shower on. It ran hot immediately, not needing time to heat up, and I twisted around to wash my dick while still holding her pinned to the floor.
We’d sit here for a few more hours, until she didn’t have time to touch herself before we had to get ready for lunch. Her knees would start to hurt. Her shoulders would too. And all the time, she’d be frustratingly horny.
Leaning my head back against the wall, I smiled for the first genuine time in years.