Get off on the Pain (Pain 1)

I feel his teeth dig into my neck at the same time he slides himself inside me. I scream out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he stretches me, slowly pushing his cock in as far as he can go.

Grazing his teeth down my neck, he trails his tongue alongside them and presses a finger into my folds, exerting pressure on my clit as he shoves into me, slow and deep. He’s so hard that I end up yanking on the ropes and screaming out.

He presses against my pelvis, bringing our bodies as close as he can. He grinds into me, working his hips as he snaps a few more pictures of me through the reflection in the mirror. I moan out, wanting more.

“Fuck! I love it when you scream.” He leans into my ear as he pushes himself into me and stops. “You like screaming for me?” He backs out and slams into me when I don’t answer. “You want me to fuck you like I want to? I’m trying my best to hold back, but I want to own your pussy, Lyric. I want you to take every . . .” He licks my ear before biting it and whispering, “Inch of me.”

My body shivers from his words and my words come out before I can control them. “Yes. I want all of you. Don’t hold back.”

“Don’t let go,” he demands.

He sets the camera down next to us and alters his position. He wraps one arm around my neck and the other around my waist as he pushes inside me as deep as he can go. He wastes no time before he speeds up, fucking me hard and relentlessly. Our sweaty bodies rub together, both of us moaning out with each thrust. My desire for him is so strong that I feel as if I can’t get enough of him.

Looking in the mirror, I watch his muscles flex. His hold on me only seems to get tighter with each thrust, pulling me toward him. I feel the rope starting to dig into my wrists, but I hold on anyways, not wanting to let go. Something about him having total control of me has me almost begging for more.

I feel myself starting to clench around him and my whole body seems to thrash out, losing control. The feeling is so intense that I let go of the ropes and almost fall to the ground, but Memphis catches me and immediately starts to rub my clit as I shake in his arms.

He grabs the front of my throat and turns my head, capturing my lips in his. Still holding me up, he walks toward the wall and sets me down on my feet. He releases our lips to turn me around, but instantly replaces them. With our lips locked, he roughly presses my back against the mirror, before sliding his arms up mine, pinning them against the mirror. I slide an inch from the sweat sheen covering my back, but something about that gets me hotter for Memphis, knowing he’s the one that’s worked me up.

He breaks our kiss again. His eyes scan mine before he lifts one of my legs to wrap around his waist. He squats slightly to even our height, then shoves himself back inside me with one deep thrust. It hurts, but feels so damn good at the same time.

I scream his name over and over as he pounds into me, taking out his anger between my legs. My hands grip his firm, sweaty body, anywhere that I can grasp onto. In this moment I feel him. I feel his pain, his passion, and his need. I want more.

In the heat of the moment I spin us around, slamming his head into the mirror, hearing it crack. He growls, picks me up and then wraps both of my legs around his waist. This seems to fuel him more, making his thrusts longer and deeper, more furious than before. Almost painful.

“How hard do you fucking want it?” I grip his hair as tight as I can, showing him that I want it rough, and that I’m not afraid of him hurting me. I feel him bite into my bottom lip before he pulls it into his mouth and sucks on it, easing the pain he just caused.

His warm tongue controls mine, and his cock moves deep inside of me, owning me. I come undone, again, right as I feel him throbbing inside of me.

We both moan out, his hands gripping my face tightly as he releases himself inside the condom, never pulling out of me. I contract my muscles, my pussy squeezing as much out of him as it can. I’m panting in his arms and he’s still holding me. It’s as if he doesn’t want to let go.

“See what I mean when I say I can’t be gentle?” He pulls away and looks me in the eyes. “There’s a lot about me that you don’t know. If you did, you’d stay as far away from me as you could.”

Gripping his hair, I lower my face so that our foreheads are touching. “I’m not that easy to chase away; especially when it comes to something that I want.” I suck his bottom lip into my mouth and bite it just as he bit mine. I like it. “And I want you.”

He pushes off the mirror and walks until we’re standing in front of his bed. He lowers me onto it slowly, before crawling on top of me and spreading my legs out with his, so that he’s lying between my legs. “Stay.”

He runs his hand up my arm, his nostrils flared, and his body tense. “I can’t promise I’ll make it through the night without wanting you to leave, but right now I want you here. You can stay or go.”

I don’t even have to think about it. This man is full of passion. He may try his hardest to push people away, but even that he does with passion. I don’t know what will come of tomorrow, but for tonight . . . I want to be right here, in his bed, and next to him.

I stroke his hair and push his head down so it’s lying on my breasts. “I already told you I’m not so easy to get rid of.”

We lay here in silence for a short while before I notice that he’s fallen asleep. He looks tormented, even in his sleep, and it hurts my heart, making me want to change it. Everyone needs someone. I want to be his . . .

ROLLING OVER I WAKE UP to an empty bed. I jump a little at first when I realize where I’m at still. I slept so hard that my mind feels dazed and confused. I have no idea what time it is, but I know it has to be early. I feel as if I’ve only slept for a few hours and my body suddenly feels extremely sore. It reminds me that Memphis was just inside of me, taking me as his. The reminder gets my heart racing.

Sitting up, I look around but don’t see Memphis anywhere. I can tell from here that he’s not in the bathroom, because the door is wide open and it’s pitch black inside. He must’ve gone upstairs or left. A part of me feels bad. He made it clear that he has a hard time sleeping with someone, yet he got out of bed instead of sending me away.

I spot one of Memphis’ shirts laying on the chair close by, so I reach for it and quickly slip it on, blinking the sleep out of my eyes. I close my eyes and inhale when his scent starts to saturate the air that surrounds me. No words can explain how sexy this man smells. It drives me insane.