Chapter 29 #5
He chooses that moment to smack my pussy again, hard, and I cry out in surprise.
Then he frees my nipple and leans down to lap at my arousal.
He begins to alternate, one slap, one lick, while I twist and whimper under him, the pain making me far more aroused than any pleasure could.
His other hand reaches for my breasts, but it’s no longer gentle.
At least, not entirely. He strokes my stiff nipples until I relax, and then he pinches them hard, twisting them between his fingers so hard I can barely keep from screaming.
After a while, he lets off smacking the space between my legs, and I lean back, my eyes closed, my pussy throbbing deliciously.
It makes his tongue feel so much better as he once more starts to hungrily lap at me, then finds my clit and sucks on it, rolling it in his mouth, before flitting his tongue into me, darting over that spot as I begin to shake uncontrollably.
Then, again, just as I feel myself reaching that delicious wave of pleasure, he withdraws and a volley of hard slaps leave me writhing in pain and panting in frustration.
“Please,” I beg, tears springing to my eyes. I need it so much. I need him so much.
He rewards me with more slaps, and they’re so hard I’m sure my pussy has turned bright red.
“No talking,” he says, but he begins once more to torment me with his tongue, lapping and sucking at the hurt. I can’t help but cry out in need, my arousal greater than ever.
The pressure threatens once more to break, and I brace myself for the frustration I think is coming.
But he doesn’t withdraw this time. He keeps his mouth clamped around my clit, sucking on it lightly as he slips two fingers into me, one in my pussy and the other in my bottom, just as the orgasm washes over me.
He starts to finger fuck me then, keeping his mouth on me, riding out the orgasm with me, pushing it an impossibly long time, until I’m left panting on the sheets.
But he doesn’t let up then. He goes harder, and I start gasping, at first with overstimulation, and then with another wave of pleasure that builds and builds until I’m once more thrashing helplessly in the sheets, my pussy spasming around his finger.
And still he doesn’t let up.
“Let’s see how many I can give you,” he says as I whimper, my body throbbing, sore and needy.
The clock on the bedside table tells me nearly thirty minutes have passed when he finally lifts his mouth again.
I’m a panting, quivering, sweaty mess. He withdraws his finger from my pussy with that same sickening squelching sound as before, but I’m far too spent to be embarrassed by it.
He keeps his finger in my ass, though, and I have a feeling he’s far from finished with me.
He bends over and kisses me on my mouth, then makes me lick up my own arousal. I don’t like it half as much as he seems to.
“I could eat you all day long,” he rumbles, biting down on my lower lip so hard I can’t help but squirm, even though I know it’ll make the finger still embedded in me hurt more.
At last, he frees my ass, but only for a moment. He quickly removes his shirt, pants and boxers, and I drink in his body. He’s lean, not too bulky, but his body is beautifully rippled with muscles. His shoulders are broad, his arms bulging and he’s got a perfect six-pack.
He lies down on the bed, his body crushing mine, though he’s careful not to put pressure on my stomach.
His index finger quickly finds my ass again and I whimper in pain when he adds a second one.
But my attention is soon drawn to his cock.
I can feel its impossibly large tip pressing against me, and a moment later, he’s entered me.
It barely hurts, even though I’m still surprisingly tight despite the fact he’s fucked me multiple times a day for the past month, ever since the doctor very embarrassingly gave him the go ahead.
I’m so wet I can take him easily. He buries himself to the hilt, gently, even though I wish he would fuck me hard. But I know he’s still wary of my injuries.
Only another two weeks and everything will be healed.
I like the tenderness too, though. And he still knows how to add to the pleasure some of that delicious pain we’re both addicted to.
His fingers are working my ass hard as he thrusts into me, gritting his teeth with the effort of controlling himself.
His other hand finds my clit, and he strokes it while continuing to pump inside me.
Then he fills my ass with a third finger, and I twitch under him, feeling so full I’m sure I will burst. He presses his lips once more to mine and I moan against him, my heart racing with pain and ecstasy.
He continues to lunge into me, losing some of his control, and he slams into my cervix.
I cry out in pain in spite of his lips clamped to mine like a gag.
At once, he tears his mouth away from me and presses it down lightly on my stomach.
“I’m going to fucking kill them,” he growls, and the thought seems to make him more aroused than ever.
He finger-fucks my ass so hard I see stars, but he slows the rhythm of his cock, wary, it seems, of causing my stomach more pain.
At first, I’m a little frustrated by the gentleness, but he knows what he’s doing.
I feel so full, between his cock and his fingers, that soon the pressure is building to an all-time high.
I’m shaking with need under him. I gasp loudly, the orgasm threatening to break over me again.
Only this wave is about ten times more powerful than any I’ve had before. My vision turns to white as I buckle under him, my entire body spasming, jerking against its restraints.
A moment later, I feel his hot seed filling me, and then he lies down on top of me, utterly spent.
I moan under him, his cock and fingers still filling me, his beautiful head resting between my breasts.
We lie still, and I drink him in, feeling his warmth surround and invade me, and I’m so thankful for him, so thankful for this moment of pure happiness, that tears prick at my eyes.
He clasps me to him for a long time before withdrawing his body from mine.
Then he lifts his head up to kiss me gently.
“Can we go again?” I ask shyly, and he laughs.
“My pet is very voracious,” he says, nipping at my nose playfully. “Remind me to add that to the list of punishments I owe you.”
He stands up and starts to dress, looking as regretful as I feel, before returning to the bed. He gazes at me, an intense, loving light in his eyes that makes me melt. Then he withdraws a small box from his breast pocket.
A jewelry box.
I gape as he opens it and takes out a beautiful gold engagement ring, topped with the largest diamond I’ve ever seen.
“Y-yes,” I breathe, once I’ve gotten over my shock.
He chuckles. “I wasn’t asking you.”
He slips it onto the ring finger of my left hand, which is still solidly handcuffed to the headboard.
Then he kisses me again passionately.
“Have to go now,” he sighs. “I promised the boys.”
He tears his eyes away from me, but when he reaches the door, he returns in a hurry and kisses me again. “Fuck. I wish I could stay between your legs for the rest of my life.”
He rubs a finger over my folds fondly, then grins. “Wet again, are we?”
He kisses me on the nose before walking back to the door.
“Uhm… Damien?” I ask nervously.
He pauses. “Yes, my pet?”
I blush.
“Do you think you could untie me?”