Buttons & Hate (Buttons 2)

I wanted to fuck her all over again.

My sex drive had returned in full force. I wanted her—badly. I wanted to fuck all my depression away. I wanted to get lost in the moment with her. When she and I were together, I didn’t think about anything else but her slick pussy, the O she made with her mouth when she came, and the way she said my name as she screamed.

When she looked up at me, she knew exactly why I was there. She shut the book and met my gaze, looking just as fierce as she used to. Perhaps our last conversation had hardened her spine and made her realize she didn’t have it so bad—not as bad as I did.

I kneeled in front of her and grabbed her by the hips, dragging her forward until her chest was pressed to mine. I wanted to take her rough and hard. I wanted to make her scream from both the pain and the pleasure.

I pushed my hand into my pocket and pulled out five buttons. I dropped them on the cushion beside her, telling her exactly what I wanted to do. I wanted to fuck that tight little asshole and make her scream again.

She eyed the buttons and felt them with her fingertips. “I want more.”

“More?” She wasn’t getting more buttons for an action she did for a lower price in the past. “You’ll take whatever I give you.” I yanked the front of her dress down, revealing her curvy tits. I immediately pressed my face into the valley and licked the skin.

She grabbed my shoulder and pushed me off. “No. I want to do something worth more buttons.”

It took a moment for me to understand what she wanted. My mind was focused on thing—and it was between her legs. “Like what?”

“Something expensive.” Her desire for freedom had returned and that turned me the fuck on. Her fire was back, raging with flames so hot they were blue. She was combative and hostile, her strength matching mine.

“I have something in mind worth twenty buttons. But I’m not sure you can handle it.”

“I can.” Her eyes didn’t hesitate. She kept her resolve, never caving in to the fear. She was determined to do it. She was determined to get out of there as quickly as possible.

“Then let me show you.”

***

We entered the playroom on the top floor. It was in the right hand corner of the mansion without a bedroom underneath. Soundproof walls kept the screams inside. Lars knew I had strange fetishes, but he didn’t know the extent of my dark obsession.

I pulled the leather straps from the ceiling and turned to her. I watched her expression, needing to know her reaction.

She stared at the apparatus blankly.

“I’m going to hang you from the ceiling. Then I’m going to flog you.” My cock hardened just at the thought. I wanted to hear her scream. I wanted to see her skin redden and welt. Then I wanted to fuck her.

She walked closer to the leather straps and stared at them. “Okay.” She lacked any fear whatsoever. Maybe she’d done this before with Bones. Maybe she felt safe with me.

“You’re sure?”

She nodded.

I was getting my way and my cock thickened. Twenty buttons was a high price, but it was worth the action. I yanked her dress off and dropped it to the floor. She only wore panties underneath so I removed those then kissed her skin everywhere. My mouth was desperate for her body. That clear skin would be marked with my strikes very soon.

My lips lathered her shoulders with kisses then I kneeled in front of her, moving my mouth to the area between her legs. I cherished her body everywhere, kneeling at her feet.

She breathed hard when she felt my mouth against her entrance. She dug her nails into my shoulders as she quietly moaned, loving the feeling of my strong tongue against her sensitive nub.

I couldn’t keep this up much longer. I wanted to hurt her—so much. I wanted to push this unbreakable woman to the limits. I wanted to apply the pressure without feeling the snap.

I positioned her arms above her head and locked her wrists within the leather. My chest was pressed to her back, and I loved the view. Her feet were still on the ground, and I stared at the curves of her body. She was blessed with a steep arch in her back, a delicious ass, and an hourglass waistline. Faint scars from her previous situation still marked the skin but I intended to cover them with my own. “The safe word is lace.” If she needed a way out, she had one. I just hoped she didn’t use it. “Say it.”

“Lace.”

I curved her face toward mine and kissed her. It was an aggressive kiss, the kind that involved tongue and teeth. I smacked her ass before I walked away. My hands found the rope, and I pulled her a few inches off the ground, the perfect height to fuck her later. I locked it in place then grabbed my flogger.