Chapter 23 – Shay
Chapter Twenty-Three
Shay
His first thrust inside me hurts so much that I see black stars covering what little I could make out in our dark bedroom. I can tell he enjoys hearing me squeal in pain.
“Fuck,” he grunts as he withdraws his hips slowly and slides into me again. “It looks like you would much rather get fucked than get a divorce…”
He forces me to cry out on purpose by teasing my clit with his fingers just as he makes the accusation. I can’t deny how badly I want him while I throw my ass back on his dick and moan while he fingers my clit. I just want this to be over.
Cody runs his tongue over my neck possessively and chuckles in a low, downright demonic tone as I whimper desperately again.
His cock is so big that the pressure from the enormous staff stretching my inner walls and his fingers stroking my pussy lips ever so lightly have me balanced on the precipice of an uncontrollable climax.
I squirm and thrust my hips back against him, but with my body twisted onto one side and my hands both strapped to the bed, I can’t get very much movement or control.
Cody likes it that way. He braces himself against my ass and withdraws slowly again so he can push into me all the way and feel the tip of his cock grazing the back walls of my wetness.
He loves the sound I make when he goes deep like that. He loves pushing me to that point where I can’t help myself, I have to succumb to the pleasure I feel with him.
“That’s right,” he whispers. “You need my dick to make you cum, Shay. Do you really think you could go back to a regular dick after this?”
Smack.
Smack.
Smack.
He starts with a slow rhythm. I ignore his question and thrust my hips back against him. It doesn’t matter which one of us cums first, once the dam bursts, I won’t have to listen to his taunting anymore. But until then, Cody enjoys my hips angling back to meet his thrusts.
“That’s right, baby,” he groans in the deep tenor of a cowboy rancher. “Make yourself cum on daddy’s dick…”
I hate him. I hate him with every fiber of my being. But the pressure gets tighter between my legs and Cody touches me in just the right way. I can feel euphoria about to explode between my legs and my body doesn’t seem to care that I hate him because this is the best that I’ve ever felt.
And maybe Cody’s right that I can’t go back to anything I had before after this.
Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.
He thrusts into me faster and my moans get louder as he teases my clit in slower circles to contrast the wet slapping as he fucks me from behind. Now I can really feel the pressure building as I get even closer. We’re both so wet and it’s so loud in here with just our breathing and moaning.
Everything is pure sex and I love it. I push my hips back in just the right way and feel Cody’s dick sliding across my textured inner walls until I explode.
Then I don’t feel anything except destabilizing shockwaves of pleasure.
My body thrashes against my will as I press back against Cody’s dick, blissfully unaware of how uncomfortable my spine must feel.
The only sensation I care about is the pressure between my legs, which doesn’t stop when I cum.
Cody isn’t finished yet. But once I’ve cum all over his dick, he slides his hand away from my clit and holds my thighs steady so he can pump into me faster.
The friction is more than either of us can take.
Cody slides in one last time and I feel another climax wrestle my control away as the thick shaft buried inside me convulses and erupts.
Cody groans and edges his hips forward, collapsing his face into my neck as hot ropes of cum jet out of his cock and coat my inner walls.
We both gasp desperately for each other, and he keeps holding me in place, holding my body against his like he doesn’t want to let go.
The only thing that doesn’t feel good about this is having my wrists fastened to the bed, so I can’t really move — and I know what’s coming next will hurt.
I pushed Cody way too far tonight and he’s going to punish me deeply.
I can feel it. Cody slides his cock out of me slowly, nibbling on the mounds of my breasts as he flips be onto my back, where my binds no longer threaten to cut off my bloodflow.
Positioning himself on top of me, Cody gazes into my eyes.
My heart flutters as he wipes the sweat off my forehead.
I feel that gross, sticky, freshly-fucked feeling, where I’m nasty and strangely happy about it.
My legs are gooey with his cum, which has all but formed a plug between my legs he left so much of his cream there.
“I promise you, Shay,” he whispers, gazing at me with eyes darkened by wide pupils covering the normal color of his irises. I’m close enough to see the change. “If you ever try leaving me again, I’ll bring you right back. Next time, I might not be so nice…”
He kisses my forehead, like he’s finished chastising a child. Again, my heart flutters from the subtle act of domination. He can’t help but remind me that I belong to him, even when he’s trying to be sweet.
Cody leaves the bed after a few minutes of cuddling.
I doubt that he’s going to come back, because I honestly don’t know what the hell that man is going to do.
He returns in five minutes and I can’t figure out what he’s doing yet until I feel something warm pressing between my legs.
I shiver at first, but the warmth quickly becomes soothing.
It’s impossible to take Cody inside of me without some amount of pain and this gentle acknowledgment goes a long way.
I whimper as he cleans me and then Cody kisses the tops of my thighs and pulls away again.
Although I’m cleaned up now, I’m still naked and desperate for the warmth I had while cuddling with him.
Cody knows that. He tosses the washcloth into the laundry and returns to the foot of the bed. I can barely make out an arrogant smirk on his face.
“I’ll give you all night to think and make a choice with a clear head,” he says. “But I’ll make you another deal to earn your freedom, Shay. If wearing my heart on my sleeve does nothing to sway you, I’ll try another contract. Speak a language you understand…”