“Look at me while I’m fucking you,” he commanded just as I felt the sharp sting of his palm across my cheek. I sucked in a sharp breath and nodded, forcing myself to keep my eyes on his as he rammed into me over and over again. He cupped my chin as his eyes roamed over my face and naked body. “Such a pretty little slut,” he said before slapping my cheek again. I whimpered at the pain and how much I loved it, and at his words that filled me with desire, keeping my eyes trained on him at his command even though I wanted nothing more to close my eyes, lean back, and let him fuck me into oblivion.
I clenched around his cock as the intensity built within me, but he pulled away before I could come.
Frustrated, I glared at him. “Is this something you like to do? Build me up and then just stop?”
“Yes, it is something I like to do, actually. It’s fun to see you squirm.” He smirked, mischief playing in his eyes. “Now, come here.” He took my hands and pulled me up so I was standing again, placing his hand on my lower back to guide me. “Turn around.”
I turned to face the swing as Alex held it steady and helped me get situated into it. The silky fabric caressed my breasts and stomach as I slid into it, my ass sticking up in the air toward Alex and my arms hanging awkwardly over the front. “Stay there,” he said, and I heard his steps echo across the room and the sound of him opening and closing his bedside drawer. As he approached me again, I shivered with the anticipation of what was to come. What did he have now? The whole knife thing earlier was stimulating to say the least, but I still wasn’t sure how I felt about it.
“After last weekend, I bought a little gift in hopes you’d come back,” he said. I craned my neck back and caught a glimpse of what was in his hand. There was a click, and the toy came to life, buzzing. It was only a few inches long. His warm, strong arm slipped between the fabric and my hip, lifting me slightly as he placed the small vibrator directly under my clit. When he moved his arm away, my full weight rested upon it with no way for me to alleviate the intense pressure. Fuck. If he left me like this for a few minutes, I would come without him even touching me.
The painful sting of Alex’s palm hitting my ass brought me back to reality instantly. Jesus, that hurt. I waited for another but jumped slightly when I was instead met with his hand caressing the spot he had just hit. He pulled away after a moment, only to hit the other cheek with just as much force. Involuntary tears pricked at my eyes at the pain as he again stroke and kneaded my ass cheek before he did it again. Spank, rub. Spank, rub. I hated it, but I loved it. It hurt, but it felt so damn good at the same time.
Just when I thought I couldn’t handle the sharp, stinging pain anymore, Alex’s hands slipped between my thighs and spread them apart before he shoved his cock into my dripping pussy. Already, the sensation was bringing me close to the edge. The pain had alighted every nerve, and when Alex grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled, yanking my head up, I couldn’t take it any longer. “You feel so fucking good,” he growled, and I cried out as I came, his thick cock aggressively impaling me. The vibrator under me made the sensation that much more intense. Rolling waves of ecstasy overtook me, one after another, wracking my body with the most intense, overwhelming pleasure I had ever felt.
I could hardly catch my breath as Alex slowed behind me, groaning as he spilled himself into me. I quickly reached down and pulled the vibrator out from under me, unable to handle any more stimulation without losing my mind. After clicking the small button to turn it off, I sat unmoving and listened as our heavy pants eventually slowed. Alex helped me to stand, and I pressed my thighs together when I felt his come leaking from me.
“So beautiful,” he said, his low, velvety voice and unwavering gaze sending chills through my body. I smiled in response, still not quite sure how to express how much his compliments meant to me. “Now, let’s get you dressed. It’s late, and we both need some sleep.”
The exhaustion set in soon after I put my clothes back on. I had finally come down entirely from the intoxicated state I had been in, and my muscles—among other areas on my body—were aching from the unholy activities I had just participated in.
Alex stayed in his room, and when I made my way back upstairs, Damien was relaxing on the couch watching TV. “I think I need a shower again,” I muttered. I wondered if he had heard everything that just happened. If he did, though, he didn’t let on.
“Can I join you?” The lustful look Damien had worn earlier in the night had been replaced with his usual playful grin. I nodded in response, unable to resist smiling back.
We trudged upstairs, but instead of leading me to the bathroom in the hallway that I had been using, Damien led me to his bedroom. I hadn’t seen it yet; The door was always closed, and we had spent all our time together so far in the living room or kitchen. I had been curious about what his room might look like but hadn’t wanted to pry.
It was surprisingly clean and cozy, like something I would expect to see in the winter edition of a home magazine. The walls were a soft cream color, and the bed was covered with a midnight blue comforter. Soft, warm lighting cast a glow about the room, and I noticed some unlit candles scattered around. Dark wooden shelves lined one wall, the tops of them reaching just under the windowsill. Various knick-knacks were scattered along each one; there were a couple rows of books, DVDs, CDs, board games, and video games, but there were also figurines and plants. I wanted to sit there and look through every item on the shelves, to get to know him better through the little odds-and-ends, but Damien pulled my hand into a bathroom that was adjoined to his bedroom.
Hot steam curled through the room as I undressed. I stepped through the sliding glass door of the large shower, which had two showerheads, one on either side. Damien stepped out of his pants and followed.
“Nice shower,” I said. “Very fancy.”
He shrugged and dipped his head backward into the water. “Yeah, I had this put in when we bought the place. The old one was half this size. I practically had to squeeze into it.”
“It must be nice to do that sort of thing on a whim. The one at my apartment has about as much water pressure as a toy squirt gun. Maybe I need to get you to replace mine for me,” I teased.
He forced a smile that was anything but genuine and said nothing.
“What?” I asked.
“What?” He repeated.
“You’re acting weird. I didn’t mean to offend you; It was just a joke.”
“Yeah, sorry.” He shrugged.
“Alright, what’s your deal?”
“What do you mean?”
“Every time it’s mentioned that you having a nice house or money you start acting weird and avoidant. Does it make you uncomfortable or something? Because if it bothers you, I’ll stop. But I can’t read your mind.”
He sighed and ran his fingers through his long, dark hair. “I’m sorry. It’s been a long time since either of us has brought a woman here. I’m not used to having anyone around, and the last time a woman was here for this long, it didn’t end well.”
“What happened?” I asked.