31. There is always something in the way. I want to have you to myself for once…
31
There is always something in the way. I want to have you to myself for once…
Moth
A shadow crossed his eyes—so dark and so deep that it was like an eclipse on his soul. His hands tightened painfully around my throat as he flipped us, pinning me to the couch, his body pressing me down into the cushions and holding me there. His fingers were rough, squeezing until my lungs burned for air and scars exploded in the corners of my vision.
I was scared, but whether I admitted it or not, it didn’t change the way it coiled my insides and brought a rush of excitement building in my chest. It settled way down low in my belly, and I felt a thrumming pulse through my core.
I was done pretending I didn’t like it when he scared me. Truth was, I liked feeling helpless. I liked knowing he could break me apart with his bare hands, and take me down to bare bones. He could rip me apart at the seams, and the only thing holding him back was how he felt for me, and my trust in him .
Because even if I didn’t want to admit it for a long time, I trusted him. I trusted him more than I could ever remember trusting anyone because, truth be told, he was the only one who was true to himself.
He was a monster, and he didn’t hide it.
He was my hero, but he fucked like a villain, and I loved every second of it.
This dark, twisted place inside my head was my home, and it had been for a very long time. The person I am today had been born in that basement, shaped by darkness, and molded into something far more evolved.
His hands fell away, and I sucked in a gasping breath, fighting for air as my body jerked involuntarily, desperate for oxygen. He grabbed at my shorts and pulled them down, not bothering to unbutton or unzip them. Thankfully, they were loose enough, but they left burning pain behind. He left me in nothing but my bra, and soon enough, that was gone too, torn away in desperation until the bands snapped and the fabric frayed.
“Hurry, " I pleaded, watching as he pulled off his belt and tore the shirt off over his head. “Hurry, Tommy. Please?”
I watched him pop the button on his jeans, and the scream of the zipper came next. They slumped around his hips, and my jaw dropped open at the sight of him.
I’d felt it before, that night in the tower, but seeing it was different. It was thick and long, curved like I’d only heard about, but never seen myself. Every man I’d been with before him had been boring—average.
Shit, what had I done ?
It’s fine , the voice in my head reminded me. You’ve fucked him before.
That was before I’d teased him, taunted him, and said what I’d said.
Shit.
I didn’t have a moment to think, or a moment to beg. He lifted my hips, flipping my legs up over his shoulders, and folding me in half like a lawn chair. A sliver of cold touched the deepest part of my belly.
Shit. Shit, this was different.
This was rougher—deeper.
I opened my mouth to speak, but he didn’t give me any warning. He didn’t even give me a second to catch my breath. He crashed into me, slamming inside me with so much force that my body rocked into the wooden boards hidden in the couch and my head fell back.
“Ow, shit!” I gasped, my fingers clenching. “Ow, that hurts!”
If I hadn’t been so wet, he’d have torn me apart.
His strong arms snaked around my thighs, his fingers finding my throat again and squeezing.
“But you wanted me to hurt you,” he snarled. “You can take it. Remember?”
Fuck, this was my fault. I had no one to blame but—
He pulled back and slammed into me again, until my hips rocked up and tears stung the corners of my eyes.
That was the only warning I got before he jackhammered against me with so much force that my flesh burned and my hips ached. He pushed into me, over and over again, so hard and so forcefully that pain detonated in my chest like a bomb .
Blinking away the tears, every breath was an uphill struggle. My hands hooked into claws and tore at the hand wrapped around my neck, desperate to give me room to breathe, while at the same time using him as an anchor to keep me sane. He loosened his fingers just enough for me to draw in a breath, but he pulled me with him, rocking back on his knees and bringing me along. My legs draped over his forearms, the only thing supporting my weight aside from the hands intertwined behind my neck.
Even without him choking me, I couldn’t catch my breath, his hips pummeling me so hard and so fast that I wondered if I could black out.
Has anyone ever passed out from this?
Would I lose consciousness and wake up with his cock still inside me?
My pussy throbbed—another reminder of just how fucked up I was.
My legs fell open, desperate for some sort of relief as he stretched me, filling me so completely that a tiny voice in the back of my head wondered briefly if my skin could tear.
The lewd sound of slapping flesh echoed around us, broken only by the gasps and grunts that tore from my throat every second I tried to catch my breath. I cried tears that streamed from my eyes, leaving salted lines and suffocating my remaining thoughts. With another, harder thrust, he drilled into me so forcefully that I could feel my stomach hollow out and my abdominal muscles sucking in on either side .
He was fucking me so hard I could feel it in my guts. It reminded me of something Amelia had said before, and even as he ravaged me, I couldn’t help the giggle that slipped between my lips.
Maniacally, I cackled as he filled me, my pussy spreading open so far that it felt like he was gonna split me in two.
“Fuck me, Tommy!” I gasped, reaching out to grab his shoulder as I pulled him closer to me. “Come on! Please?! Fill me up. Ah! FUCK!”
It hurt. Fuck, he was hurting me, but I urged him further still.
I laughed again.
Enough red flags to open a Six Flags , the voice in my head joked. And I’m gonna ride every single ride.
He spun me around and slammed me down until only my shoulders laid against the carpeted floor. He held my hips against him, and still, he never stopped. He fucked me hard, my lungs burning and my insides rearranging with every deep stroke.
He dropped me until I lay flat, covering my body with his, and his deep, forceful strokes became intertwined with something shallow and softer. The difference left me breathless, and somehow he angled it in a way that tapped against my needy clit with every movement.
His hands snaked up my back, burying in the hair at the base of my skull and yanking gently, forcing me to look into his eyes. He rocked against me, his lips brushing over mine and sending a deep tingle through me. His other hand captured the hard pebble of my nipple, twisting gently until it felt like something inside me was vibrating .
He continued to move against me, his hips meeting mine with soft, wet slaps—whispers compared to the screams they were before.
“Tell me what you want,” he murmured, his lips ghosting over mine with every word he spoke. “Tell me, babygirl, what do you want me to do?”
“Wanna cum,” I whimpered. I rolled my hips, rocking against him, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t match his pace. “Wanna c-cum all over your dick. Please?”
He shook his head, and a sharp chuckle rumbled in his throat.
“No, baby. Little brats like you don’t get to cum. Not until I say you can.”
I gasped when he pulled out of me, rising onto his knees. My body screamed, the desire inside of me leaking out of me and smearing across my thighs.
Fuck, I was so close. So painfully close, and now it was throbbing and painful.
“Please?! Why not? I’ll be good! Do you want me to call you Daddy? I will! Daddy, please?!”
Slowly, he shook his head, and I watched him drop his hand into his lap, slowly stroking himself from the root to the tip. I watched a translucent bead of pre-cum drop from the slit and drool down the shaft, mixing his need with mine.
“Turn around,” he said, his dark eyes pinning me down. “On your hands and knees, and spread that pretty cunt for me.”
I hurried to do as he told me, flipping over onto my stomach and pulling my knees beneath me, my hands shaking. I reached between my legs, my hair sticking in the sweat that dripped from my forehead as I placed my hands on either side of my aching sex and spread it apart.
It hurt, and maybe that was why he wanted it.
He liked to hurt me, and something about that called to me like a siren song.
“Tell me what you want,” he said, voice low, and barely containing a growl. I could hear his desire straining against its cage. “Maybe if you beg, I’ll give you what you ask for.”
When he laid his hand across my hip, pulling me back to him, I felt the way his body shook and his fingernails dug into me painfully. He lined himself up behind me, the slick, blunt head of his cock rubbing over my labia and pulling a squeal from my lips.
Fuck. He felt good, even like this. He rubbed over my clit twice, and I could feel my brain short-circuiting.
Fuck, I wasn’t gonna last much longer.
“W-wanna feel you cum. Want you to give me all of it. Fill me up. Please?”
“I won’t be gentle,” he warned, his fingers pulling at the curve of my hips until I whimpered in pain. “You won’t be allowed to cum, and I will hurt you. Am I being understood?”
“Y-yes.”
“Is that what you want?”
“Yes, daddy.”
He lined himself up with my entrance and slammed into me with so much force that I saw stars. He gave me no warning and showed no mercy as he pounded into me, the sound of his hips meeting mine screaming around the room and echoing with the cries that slipped from my lips. Again. And again. Over and over until I could feel the pain radiating through me, my toes curled and my fingers digging into my flesh.
His fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me back until I bent at the waist, my back flush against his chest as he continued to fuck me.
He grabbed me, throwing himself backward until I was seated on his lap. One hand wrapped around my throat, and his arm wrapped around my waist to keep me there. A deep, guttural sound thundered in his throat as he forced me down on him.
I felt the warmth as he released in me, my pussy quivering as he coated my insides. With every pulse of him, an ache reverberated between my hips.
I couldn’t breathe, and I couldn’t move, but fuck, I liked it.
He held onto me, keeping me against him as he leaned against the coffee table, his muscles jerking and twitching as he released me.
“Don’t you fuckin’ move,” he warned me, his hands shaking.
And I stayed there, just as he’d asked me, seated on his lap like a queen sat on her throne.
What a twisted throne it was.
We stayed there for a long while, until he began to soften and I could feel his essence dripping out of me. Still, something inside me felt tight, desperate for release. It was a gnawing twinge of pain that settled deep inside me, and no matter how I tried, nothing could relieve it. I slowly began to wiggle and struggle, fighting to rearrange myself in a way to give me relief.
“What’s the matter?” he asked, his hand snaking between my breasts and coming to rest against the hollow of my throat, and I felt his fingers bob when I swallowed .
“Need to cum,” I whined, feeling the warmth of his arms wrapping around me.
I liked the warmth, like a soothing heat against my aching bones, but at the same time, it wasn’t what I wanted. It was soft and gentle, and I wanted rough.
What had I become?
“Do you think that you deserve it?” he asked, one falling between my legs to cup my aching cunt. “After the way you teased me, should I reward you like that?”
I couldn’t see his face, seated backward like I was, but I knew he was smiling.
“I’ll be good,” I whined, reaching up with shaking hands to run through my hair, something to keep me grounded. “I’ll do anything you want.”
He laughed—a deep hollow sound that brought a shiver racing up my spine.
“Okay,” he said, his free hand tweaking my nipple until I gasped. “Be a good girl and lay down on the couch for me.”
Once again, I was scrambling to do what he said, standing on legs that shook and threatened to toss me down onto my ass. Even the movement of my thighs had me desperate for release and relief from the pressure building inside me.
I threw myself down, and when he raised onto his knees, he chuckled at the look in my eyes.
“Eager, Vanessa? Hmm?” he growled, moving over me until he towered above me like a king. “Tell me what you want. Beg like a good girl.”
“Make me cum, daddy. Please? ”
He slid between my legs, sliding down my body until he nestled between my thighs, each leg tossed over his shoulder. His hands snaked around my thighs, gripping the tops of them as he pulled me down, dragging me toward him until he latched onto my clit and I nearly screamed at the sudden surge of pleasure. My back arched involuntarily, my thighs clamping down around his skull and my knees shaking.
Fuck, how did he do this to me so easily?
He growled into my soaked cunt, his fingers digging mounds into my thighs as he wrenched them apart. When I looked down my body, I found myself trapped by the web of his eyes, and it nearly sent me hurtling over the edge right then and there.
Over and over again, his tongue nestled against the swollen bud of my clit, licking and sucking until I felt the pressure building higher and higher. His mouth pressed against abused flesh, bringing me higher and higher until I felt like I was flying. My thighs shook with the effort it took for me to force them apart. He groaned, his brown eyes rolling back and sliding closed and the sound sending vibrations rumbling through me. That was all I needed. That was the final push it took to send me rocketing over the edge, and I cried out, a screaming moan that echoed around the room.
I ground myself against his mouth, desperate, and he held me against him, riding the wave of my orgasm until I was spent and shaking against him. My thighs clapped closed over his ears, and I pushed my hand against his forehead to force him away.
“Ow! Ow fuck! S-stop!” I pleaded, and with a final, tiny nip at my sensitive flesh, he pulled away, rising onto his knees until he towered over me .
Without warning me or waiting for me to catch my shaking breath, he crawled over my body, until he towered over me, and his hands came up to cup my jaw.
“Open your mouth,” he said, and I did.
He leaned over my open mouth, and I saw the glisten of my desire drenching his mouth and lower jaw as his lips fell open and he dropped our combined pleasure into my waiting, open mouth. His saliva splattered over my tongue, and I could taste us both, combined into a wicked love potion that left me drunk and needy.
When he’d finished, he brought two fingers to press against my lips as he enveloped my body with his. Pressing against my inner thigh, I could feel something hard and heavy.
“Swallow,” he commanded, and I did exactly as he said, tasting the two of us slide down my throat, leaving a radiating heat not unlike the burning sting of alcohol. His lips followed next, crashing upon mine and leaving me breathless. My lips parted, and his tongue brushed against my lips.
His fingertips lay upon my cheek, and my heart pounded in my chest.
What was it about him that made me feel so alive?
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him down to me and begging without words to feel him again. He complied, sinking inside of me until I gave him a satisfied sigh. I felt bruised and sore, but it also felt right. My hips rose to meet his.
I didn’t know how much more of this I could take. I knew I’d hurt in the morning, but right now I didn’t care. I wanted all of him all over again .
By the time he was fully inside me, the dull pain had become an afterthought, and all I could think about was the way he kissed me, and the way his fingers slid up into my hairline, tilting my head back.
All I could think about was him.
He slowly rolled his hips against me, and I whimpered at the way it felt—the way the head of his cock brushed against the sensitive spot inside me. With every stroke, he held me in his embrace, trapping me in a cage that had become my den, my safety net.
I liked it here, in this place with him. I liked our combined crazy.
With every movement, my senses heightened, and every kiss dragged me back down to earth. It was the feeling of floating, and somehow also falling, and I couldn’t get enough.
It was a dance that we danced together, and for a while, we moved in sync. Before long, the rhythmic clenching of my core signaled I was close, and he pulled back to look into my eyes.
“Cum with me,” he begged, his hands threading through my hair as he continued to rock against me.
I nodded, unable to look away from his eyes as he continued to move against me. My arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down to me until he crushed me into the couch, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I needed his heat.
“C-close,” I moaned, and the heated sigh that fell from his lips told me he felt the same. His hands dipped beneath my hips, pulling me against him as he continued to push into me, and the angle broke me.
I pushed against him, rising to meet him halfway as the lightning struck, sending me hurtling over the edge into oblivion. He bit back a groan, and once again I felt him flooding me, filling me to the brim, until it dripped in frothing ribbons down the curve of my ass, dropping to the fabric beneath us.
I held him against me, our hearts beating on the same wavelength as we struggled to catch our breath. His hands fell from my hair to dip beneath my chin and pull my eyes up to meet his once more.
“My perfect girl,” he purred, his thumb tracing circles across my cheek. “Such a good girl.” I collapsed against him, my muscles jumping from exhaustion as I clutched him against me.
I was content for the first time in as long as I could remember.
I was floating.
No. No, I was flying .