He hits me harder and faster from my calves up to the sides of my breasts. Worn leather casually slaps at my flesh, following the metal and it’s only now that I realize he’s using his belt. More slaps, one after the other, switching between the metal and the leather. He bends behind me and wraps the belt around my upper thigh, holding the ends and yanks, pulling my ass into his hard cock. He must be bending or something because the tip of him brushes between my ass cheeks, pressing in, lower than he was before, and slides down to my anus. My ass is a limit for me and he knows that, so I’m not even worried that he’s going to try something. My body hums in response to the erotic way he’s touching me.
He tugs on the belt again, this time pulling my leg and spreading me open. One hand gathers my hair at my neck, twists it around his wrist, and pulls my head back. The other moves the belt from around my leg to my wet pussy. The leather slaps hard and fierce against my aching core, sending electric currents through my body.
“Fuck. Green.”
“Do you want more of that, Melinda?”
“Yes, Sir.” I so want to say purple, but he’s in control, artfully so, and I doubt he’ll react well.
“I’m going to slap your pussy hard and fast until you can’t take anymore, increasing the speed and pain until you use your safe words.”
But I’m determined to take everything he’s willing to give me, and even more if I can manage it.
The next slap against my clit comes lower than the last and harder, too. My heart jumps, and I arch my back as he does it again and again until my entire body is shaking and I can’t make heads or tails of anything apart from the powerful pulsing sensation in my core. He speeds up his ministrations, intensifying my pleasure. The slaps of the leather bite against my swollen, aching flesh. Each touch more incredible than the last. My body heats, a sheen of sweat covering every inch.
“Did you forget your words?” he asks. His voice is strained, like he’s on the verge of breaking.
“No.”
“You’re going to bruise. This is too hard,” he says. His attempt at reasoning with me does no good though. I know I’m going to bruise. I’m counting on it.
“I want it hard.” I let the words slide out on a moan. He’s backtracking, trying to take it easy on me, but I’m much too far gone, well past taking it easy. I want it fierce and intense. I want it to hurt. I don’t want to walk normal tomorrow. I want it hard enough that even if he never fucks me again, I’ll have this memory.
We’re in the corner of the room with my hands on one wall and the other to my left. An idea strikes me that might be a bit crazy or might be pure genius. I turn my body slightly, not enough to be obvious, but just enough to achieve my goal. Ian moves in response, his feet at an angle that suggests his back is practically against the wall to my left. I’m still panting from the crazed slapping of the leather against my pussy. I want more, but he’s not going to give it to me, so I have to find a way to take what I really need.
The leather belt wraps around one of my wrists and then the other, binding them together. He pulls on the belt, lifting my arms above my head and propping the outside of my forearms against the wall, then lowering them, with my elbows bent at a ninety-degree angle. He doesn’t know it, but he’s just given me exactly what I want. Placing his hand on my spine, he forces me to bend at my waist and prop my ass up in the air. I keep my legs spread as I move them backward to accommodate my new position.
“Tell me you’re not ready. Say bayonet, or red, or something,”
“Green,” I say with a smile.
I feel his wrist leading his cock to my aching entrance. Very slowly, slides in just an inch before stopping. He takes a deep breath and waits a moment before moving in farther. A spike of fear assaults me, reminding me of that night. I’m so wet and slick now that he doesn’t hurt me like they did—Ian would never hurt me that way—but still. A cold, inhuman vibrator isn’t the same as a human being. He’s so warm, like they were, but that’s where the comparisons end. The farther he slides in, the less I think of them. The slower he goes, the more time he takes, the more I’m able to separate what happened then with what’s happening now.
I won’t let them take this from me.
Nobody is going to take this from me.
He’s fully sheathed inside me now, filling me up with his deliciously large cock. I squeeze him and moan because he feels perfect. When he starts to move, the low buzzing intensifies, but it’s not enough.
“Green,” I say firmly and shove back into him. He stills me at my hips and rocks back and forth with such gentleness that it makes my stomach turn. Fuck this gentle shit. Fuck his attempt to control this. I need hard and he’s not giving it to me. I try to buck against him again, but again, he stills me.
“I won’t hurt you any more than I already have,” he says and slaps his hand on my ass in warning.
“I said green. I’m fine.”
“The rules, Melinda!” He slaps at my ass again, this time slamming into me harder, forcing a moan from my lips. God. That felt good. I need more of that.