“Please fuck me hard.”
“How hard?”
“As hard as you possibly can.”
“You think your little pussy can take it?
“Yes, Sir. Fuck me till I’m screaming. Then fuck me till I can’t scream.”
“Mon dieu.”
He pushes me onto the mattress, and I fall on my back. He pulls out a condom, tears it open and pushes down his pants and underwear. I think I’m about to get what I asked for. I say a quick prayer for myself.
With the condom on, he pushes my legs, which are locked together by the fact that my jeans and panties are still about my thighs, up and to the side. My body forms a twisted ‘L’ position. He points his cock at my entry and pushes in, stretching me, undoing the healing that took place during the reprieve. It’s uncomfortable and wonderful at the same time.
I’m grateful that he takes his time and doesn’t shove his entire length in all at once. Instead, he withdraws a little, sinks in deeper, withdraws again, and presses in further. Ripples of delight wave through my loins.
“Play with your breasts, your n
ipples,” he commands.
I put my hands on myself and lightly tug at my nipples.
“Pull harder.”
I pull my breasts into pointed peaks.
“Nice. Now pinch and twist them.”
I follow orders.
“Harder. I want to see tears, ma petite.”
He demonstrates, making me gasp and cry.
“Your turn.”
I try, but self-preservation will only allow me to inflict so much pain on myself. He compensates by slamming his cock into me. I scream loud enough for the entire building to hear.
There’s no turning back now. He buries himself to the hilt over and over, pushing my body to its limits, making the safety word so tempting. Only I don’t remember what it is! What the fuck is my safety word? I wonder in desperation and panic.
The force of his pounding seems to have no end.
“St-stop!” I squeal.
But that isn’t the safety word. He continues with the rough and relentless fucking. He’s got his tears now.
“Sir!...Sir!”
He slows, and I gulp in relief.
“That hard enough for you, Virginia?”
I mew. “Yes, Sir.”
He pulls out, straightens my legs, and walks over to the dresser, where he finds a vibrator. My body is a single note of hurt, and I’m not sure if the vibrator will do it. He slides it between my thighs and turns it on. My body isn’t used to the mechanical vibrations and jerks away, but he presses down on my abdomen, holding me in place as he nestles the vibrator head against my clit. It doesn’t take long for pleasure to replace the pain. Soon all that matters is my need to come.
Which I do with another loud scream. I shake against his hand and buck against the vibrator. So beautiful. So awesome. So worth it.