Buttons & Hate (Buttons 2)

“Harder.”

I did as he commanded, wanting those buttons in my jar. My ass stretched wide apart to accommodate him and the pain became ruthless. His dick was too big, my channel too narrow. My eyes watered with tears and a few of them slipped away.

He watched my tears fall, his chest rising and falling with increased arousal. “I love it when you cry for me...”

I dug my nails into his suit and dropped my ass onto his length over and over. I gasped in pain every time I shoved him harshly inside me. I felt like I was going to rip right down the center.

He moved his fingers between my legs and rubbed my clit harshly. He performed circular motions against the sensitive nub, lighting me on fire. Two fingers slipped into my pussy as his thumb kept rubbing the area. “I can’t wait to come in that ass.”

My body became slick with sweat and my pussy ached with release. The pain was still unbearable but it turned me on at the same time. Knowing how big his dick was and how much I could handle made my core tighten in desire.

“You’re wet.” His fingers moved inside my slit and he applied the moisture to my clit. “You love that cock in your ass, don’t you?”

“Yes...” My hair bounced up and down with my movement. My tits shook within the dress. My ass relaxed the more turned on I became. His dick fit easier but it still stretched me painfully. The tears kept falling to my chin before they dripped onto his suit.

“Your ass is so tight.”

I closed my eyes as I got swept away in the sensation. My mind turned off as my body lit on fire. I burned from the inside out and ignited into a cosmic fireball. I screamed louder than I meant to, announcing our activity to everyone else in the house. He rubbed my clit harder as I fell into a million pieces. Having his fingers in my pussy and his dick in my ass gave me the right pressure at the right time. I convulsed with an explosion, taking his dick harder as I road out the high.

“Fuck.” He gripped my thighs and guided me up and down harder, shoving his dick inside me harder and faster. His teeth nipped at my collarbone before he bit into my shoulder.

The bite made the orgasm last a little longer.

He shoved himself as far as he could go and released inside me, filling me with as much seed as possible. He leaned back into the chair and moaned quietly, trying to suppress how good his cock felt. His eyes drooped with satisfaction as he finished. “Button.”

I leaned into his chest and rested my face against his. His cock slowly slid out of me and my ass ached from the forceful intrusion. I needed a shower after the harsh way I fucked him. I did enjoy it, despite the pain. But I would enjoy my buttons even more.

He wiped my tears away with his thumbs. “I’m going to be thinking about that all day when I’m at work.”

“Maybe you can do it to me again when you get home.”

Despite his satisfaction his eyes darkened in interest. “If you’re up for it I didn’t fuck you hard enough.”

“You did. But I’m willing to take on more pain if you’re willing to pay more.”

His hands rested on my cheeks. “You’re killing me, Button.”

“You’re killing me too.”

Chapter Four

Crow

I didn’t want to be there.

All I could think about was the woman waiting for me. She wanted me to fuck her in the ass again, cause more pain than I already did. She cried for me, my enormous dick tearing her apart every time she slid down my length. The sight of her tears brought forth the demon inside me—the beast.

And she still wanted more.

She enjoyed me but also had her own intentions. She was in the business of collecting buttons, as many as she could gather. She intentionally made me sex crazed so I would agree to her ridiculous terms. I gave her five buttons for that fuck when I would normally give her five.

And I respected her for that.

Now I sat in my office with my mind in the gutter. I wasn’t sure why I bothered going to work today. It was difficult to get anything done when my slave waited for me to return.

Fuck, I was hard just thinking about it.

A knock sounded on my door. “Guess who?” She cracked the door open and poked her head inside. “Why the long face?” She sauntered inside, wearing skinny jeans and a white blouse.

I snapped out of my thoughts and came back to reality. “Jasmine, what are you doing here?” I rose out of my chair and came around the desk. I buttoned the front of my jacket as I moved.