A Hurt So Sweet Volume One (Elite of Eden Falls Prep 1)

"I don't even know how... or if I can even... I don't..."

"Trust me," I grind out. "Touch it. Count. Every five numbers slap my pussy. Hard enough to sting."

She bites her bottom lip, hesitating for a split second.

"Actually, start with a slap," I demand. "For hesitating, and not following through with my orders. Bad toy."

She pouts again, raising her palm over her exposed pussy.

"Now!" I demand, and she brings her hand down on that cunt, the slap echoing into the phone.

She gasps, then moans, and my cock fucking strains, aching to be inside her, desperate to feel her tight, wet walls clenching around it.

"Count!"

"Thirty," she whispers, her voice so sweet it makes me want to show her every shade of darkness there is when the sun disappears.

I want to spoil her. Ruin her. I want to be the one who shows her every fucked-up thing I can do with her, with or without her consent.

"Keep going."

"Twenty-nine. Twenty-eight. Twenty-seven. Twenty-six."

She hesitates, but I don't need to remind her of the slap this time. She hits herself, harder this time.

"Good girl," I mutter, and she whimpers at the magic words I've already discovered affect her in more ways than one. "More."

She keeps counting and keeps hitting herself until my dick is so painfully hard I'm convinced I'm just going to fucking burst. I want nothing more than have her wrap that sweet little mouth around me, take my tip deep into her throat and caress it with her mouth. I want to fill her. I want to own her. I want to make her kneel.

She's down to ten and I don't know if I'll manage to last throughout the countdown.

"Count faster," I grit out, and she picks up the speed like a sex-crazed maniac, the words blending together as she slaps, counts, and slaps some more.

"Three," she whispers.

"Are you fucking ready for it, toy?"

"Yes," she moans. "Two..."

"Pinch that clit for me," I demand. "Real nice and tight."

She does as she's told, and I spurt my first rope of cum despite wanting to wait. I grip my cock, too painfully for comfort and force myself to close my eyes before the image of her on the screen makes me blow my whole load before she's allowed to.

"One."

Her voice is barely above a whisper.

"Come," I order, and she dissolves in a fit of moans, whispers of my name and barely audible pleases.

My cock just starts fucking leaking, thick, creamy cum running down my shaft and pooling on my belly. It's been a long time since I came this much or this hard, and the intensity of the orgasm hits me like a goddamn slap to the face, making me take a sharp breath as Pandora withers on the screen.

"Thank you, toy," I mutter. "See you at school."

"What?" She's out of breath and adorably outraged. "You can't just leave now! What about what we just-"

I cut the call, tossing my phone to the side as I pull my shirt of and clean up the mess I've made, my eyes still glued to the screen where her image is flickering in full color, realtime.

She looks so pissed off as she gets up, but her feet won't hold her up, not after that fucking orgasm. She wobbles and grips the bed for support, collapsing on the sheets. I smirk to myself as I watch her attempt to gather herself. My eyes stay glued to the screen for precious minutes.