Chapter 17 The Punishment #2
“Please, please, pleeeease fuck me. I’m begging you.”
A smile emerged onto Tyler’s face.
He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his thighs.
“Let me tell you what I’m going to do,” Tyler stated.
“Oh, damn,” Nicki whispered, practically salivating.
“I’m going to fuck you so raw, and fill you up with my load so hard, that your perfect pink pussy will be dripping my come, all the way back to Seattle.”
Nicki swallowed. Then nodded.
“Yes, boss.”
She positioned herself straighter, and slowly widened her knees.
“Look at how badly you’ve punished me,” she said.
Tyler leaned back into his throne. His eyes absorbed every inch of her body, a few feet away. His cock hardened and he now migrated his hand over to jerk it as he watched the drips of her arousal coming down her inner thigh, glistening in the dim nightstand light.
“Fuck, baby, are you that wet for me?”
“Yes, I am! Please fuck me and take care of it. Don’t make me beg anymore!” she shouted.
He jerked off more, looking at her ever-dripping pussy and her begging him to fuck her. He got everything he ever wanted, and more.
He forced his own hand off his cock. Cheeks, red. Monster shaft; hard as cement.
“Get up on the bed,” he instructed.
“Oh, yes!” Nicki exclaimed.
Climbing with her knees onto the bed, she bent over, hands restrained behind her, numb.
Tyler pounced. Touching her sopping pussy with his hand, and feeling her wetness like never before.
“Fuuuuck, you’re going to kill me, baby!” he shouted.
His cock penetrated her effortlessly, glided in by her sea of lust.
He thrusted hard, so hard that he could barely maintain any control.
“Take. This. Fucking. Cock!” he yelled, and held onto the wrapped belt in between her hands, like reins on a horse.
He shoved into her harder and faster and she screamed in ecstasy. The belt loosened and her hands freed, which allowed her to grab the headboard of the squeaking bed. Both Nicki and the bed held on for dear life as Tyler was about to break them both.
He railed her harder now.
“Yes! Yes! Fuck me, so hard, baby!” she screamed.
He grabbed the belt, wrapped it around his hand until just the short loop remained.
He whipped her ass with it as he fucked her.
“Are you gonna run away from me again?” he demanded, and whipped her again.
“Umm, maybe.”
Whipped harder.
“Are you gonna run away from me again?”
He whipped her even harder, leaving bright red welts on her ass, same shade as her cheeks. She didn’t think she could get any wetter but she did.
“No, baby, I won’t run away again!”
He whipped her again.
“That’s my good girl!” he shouted, and threw the belt across the room. It knocked over the table lamp onto the floor.
He flipped her over and threw one leg over his shoulder. His large hands encompassed her thigh and he squeezed it against him, as he fucked her harder.
“I’m going to fucking breed you,” he murmured behind his teeth. “Get ready for the biggest fucking load of hot come you’ve ever gotten,” Tyler warned.
“I’m ready,” Nicki managed.
“You want it?” he demanded.
“Yes, baby.”
“Tell me. Tell me you want my come.”
“I want it, baby, I want you to come inside of me. I want all of it in my pussy. Every single drop inside of me, baby, please! I want you inside of me.”
“Uuuuuuuhhhgg!”
“Aaaaaaaaaaah!”
Euphoria.
Ecstasy.
Explosions.
Emotions.
Fire.
They both collapsed. Barely breathing. They lay on the bed, naked and broken, basking in the sweet release of the biggest mutual orgasm they’ve ever had. Her wrists; red. His knuckles; bruised. His sack, empty. Her pussy; filled. Their lungs; deflated. Their hearts; on fire. Their love; ironclad.
The crew waited around at the motel reception desk in the morning, hungry and not amused. There was an old fan in the corner of the desk in lieu of air conditioning and the sound of the blades pushing hot air filled the room.
The broken vending machine swallowed Luca’s last dollar in exchange for nothing. His shaking of it only made it worse. Another battle lost.
The rest of the crew sat stiff in the hard wooden chairs against the wall with sunglasses on, uncomfortable and impatient.
Tyler and Nicki were the last to show up. The pair strolled in, high on love, kissing as they walked through the door.
“Finally, God!” Luca said.
“Oh, were you guys waiting for us? I’m sorry, honey,” Nicki said breathily.
She approached the desk to take care of the motel bills for the guys; back to her assistant duties.
Tyler shook hands with his crew; quiet and tired after a sleepless night on the outdated motel beds.
Tommy was slumped in the corner chair, his face looking worse than yesterday; dark blue and purple now but less swollen, which was a plus. The hangover didn’t help.
“Lookin’ good, bro,” Tyler said.
“Shut up,” Tommy hit back.
Tyler gave him a few light punches on the shoulder until Tommy cracked a smile. He rejoined Nicki finishing up at the desk.
“Here is your receipt for the four rooms, Miss,” the reception lady said, eyeing Nicki’s red, lightly bruised wrists. The lady also slid over a small piece of paper folded in half.
Nicki opened it discreetly.
If you want us to call the Sherif, give me a nod. You don’t need to be in an abusive relationship. You are a beautiful girl and you deserve better.
Nicki folded the note and kept it in her hand, trying her best not to burst out laughing at the lady, who was only trying to be nice.
“We are just fine. It was a really lovely stay, thank you so much,” Nicki said with a wink.
The crew headed out of the reception area impatiently and over to the SUVs. The sun was beaming in the sharp blue sky.
“What was that note, baby?” Tyler asked Nicki, putting his arm around her.
Nicki laughed out loud and handed it to him.