I'm shivering, sweat is pearling down my spine and at my temples, trying to cool the heat of agony that the belt has caused. My hands hold on to the black steel frame of the bed as if I'm holding on for dear life, my head low and my hair sticking to the side of my face and my damp back.
"Fucking beautiful." I hear his voice coming from far away.
I flinch when he drapes the belt across my back, gently stroking along my tortured skin while I tremble with anticipation.
And then something weird happens.
It feels good. Very good.
I no longer feel a burning sting, robbing me of my senses. Instead, it has turned into a warm throbbing, exhilarating and calming at the same time.
"What the...."
My voice breaks when I feel his hand between my legs, sliding between my lips with ease, a treacherous slick sound revealing my arousal.
"Enjoying your punishment, aren't you, Button?"
I close my eyes in shame and reply with nothing but an angry growl. Why does he always have to point these things out? Why does he enjoy making me feel this way?
"We're not done," I hiss. "You missed one."
"Oh, I didn't miss it. Don't you worry."
I groan in disappointment when he withdraws his hand. He walks around to the other side of the bed and climbs on top of it, placing himself diagonally behind my ass. I dare a quick look over my shoulder to see what he might be up to, and see him on his knees, holding the belt in one hand while stroking his hardened length with the other.
"Eyes forward, Button."
I pull my gaze away from him, facing the headboard in front of me. Again, I can feel the leather draping across my skin, this time drawing circles on my bruised ass. I mewl, even though the burn doesn't feel bad at all. It fuels my excitement, and I hollow my back, sticking out my ass to let him know that I'm ready. I can take this last one. I want it. I crave it.
Doubts hit me when the blow finally comes, sending an agonizing sting all the way up to my spine. I howl out in pain, and before I can find a moment to recover from the pain, I'm blindsided by his iron-hard cock stretching me as he shoves himself inside of me with one brute thrust. He groans in relish, digging his hand into my burning skin, as he rams himself inside of me. I knew he was big, I could barely get my hand around him. But this feels like so much more. He feels huge, and I'm no longer groaning because of the ache his spankings caused me, but because of the way he stretches me with his enormity. He's relentless, too. I can barely hold on to the headboard as he fucks me like a savage, ramming his length in and out of me in an animalistic assault.
I groan a complaint when he withdraws, turning around to him with an angry glare. But he leaves me no time to voice my dissatisfaction. I'm swung around on my back in no time, his hands pushing up my legs as he stretches my pussy anew, except now facing me. His face is different, almost scary. Dark lines mark his expression and his eyes, his eyes. There's a glare in them that I haven't seen before. A wild, furious, burning flame.
Each time he rams his length inside of me, it sends another wave of ache and pleasure through my core. It's still faint, but my climax is already within sight.
"Come!" he yells at me. "Touch yourself. Do whatever you need to do to come on my cock."
I reach between my legs, finding my swollen clit. Lightning strikes of sensation spark through my core when I start massaging myself. I'm so close, so aroused, after all this build-up.
But I can't come. I can't find my rhythm, and after a while I decide that my hand is only in the way. I retreat and move my hips upward, changing the angle in which he fucks me. He slows down, relishing each and every shove as he continues stretching me. Our eyes meet, and in the darkness of his, I see an idea, blazing with intention. He buries himself inside of me and stays there, his cock stretching my channel as his hand goes up to my neck. I gasp in shock when he closes it around my throat. His grip tightens, cutting off my breathing.
I stare up at him, void of air and filled with a moment of panic, while he continues fucking me, with his hand still wrapped around my throat. Instinct tells me to fight him, but when I reach up for his hand, he shakes his head.
"Don't!" he hisses. "Come. Now!"
I can't breathe, but he doesn't care. He continues to thrust himself in and out, sending waves of pleasure and pain through my core as I continue to fight for air.
Until I don't.
I'm beginning to feel dizzy, my arms helplessly resting at the side of my body, when I decide to give in. He told me not to fight it; maybe I should listen. Trust him. I give in to the vertigo and let it carry my entire being to another place. It feels like I'm floating on a cloud of bliss. That's when it hits me. My eyes widen and my mouth opens for a silent cry when I'm hit with the first waves of my orgasm. Pleasure takes over, removing every worry, fear, or pain, and numbing my senses to anything but ecstasy and delight.
My vision blurs and the last thing I hear is his groan as he joins me, careening over the edge and finding his release deep inside of me. I'm flying, wailing, finally breathing again, before my world darkens and sound and vision are nothing more than a memory.
Chapter Twenty-One
Jared
I'm standing in my newly renovated kitchen, brewing coffee and preparing breakfast, while the little princess is still fast asleep. I rub my temples, knitting my eyebrows as I try to wake up and put the restless night behind me.
I made sure that she was okay several times after she passed out, her pussy still clenching around my cock. I knew she'd be this kind of girl, the kind that needs to be forced. The kind that doesn't want to let go of control, but tends to lose herself completely once she does. It's a dangerous contradiction, something that could get her into a lot of trouble if she ends up with the wrong person.
I could be that wrong person. I purchased her before knowing entirely what I was getting myself into. I thought her profession would cause the biggest problem for me, but as it turns out, it's a lot more than that.
She lost consciousness mid-orgasm. Nothing I haven't seen before, especially in combination with choking. It's a dangerous game, a game no one should play if they don't know who they're dealing with.
What was new to me was that she didn't wake up. She didn't return to me all night, and it worried the hell out of me. I let her lie in my bed for a while, staying at her side and watching the steady heaving of her chest to make sure she was still breathing. Minutes passed and she didn't come back. An hour passed, and she was still out. I turned her, gently pinching her face to see if she would react, and after a while, she did. Her eyes opened for a second, finding mine for just a moment before she closed them again.
As it got later, I carried her over to her bedroom. I don't sleep in the same bed as my girls, never. Even under these circumstances, I had to stick to my rule.
But I couldn't sleep. I found myself checking on her every hour, making sure that she was still breathing, sleeping, and not falling into a coma. She was fine every time, sleeping like a baby and breathing in a steady rhythm. Worn out, that's all. Once, she woke up when I checked on her, feeling her pulse on her neck, right next to a faint bruise left by my grip.
She opened her eyes and fixated on me, not moving an inch, just looking at me.