Blood and Roses (Tainted Hearts 3.5)

But I didn’t want to fight. We both knew that.

The tip of his fat cock rested against my wet lips. He rubbed against my wetness, parting my pussy lips and teasing me to the point of complete insanity. I needed to come. I desperately needed release.

“Master.”

Me calling him Master did it. His fist wrapped around my hair, and he tugged my head back. His mouth found my neck as I felt him pressing against me.

“This will hurt.”

That was the only warning I got before he rammed inside of me. So hard. So quickly. At the same time, he bit down on my neck.

It hurt. Oh, did it hurt. So good. So bad.

He glided easily through my wetness. I was stretched tight around him. Master felt even bigger than before. I had taken him inside of me many times, but this…this was different.

Lyov had me pinned into the piano with his cock forced deep inside my pussy and his teeth leaving their mark into my skin.

So deep. I was so full. I couldn’t take any more.

But Master made me take more.

His fingers dug almost painfully into my hips. He leveled himself properly behind me, and then he pulled out before pounding back inside of me, buried to the hilt. This. I had absolutely no words.

“Fuck,” he hissed.

I whimpered when he pulled out, almost fully. And then he thrust back in with the same painful thrust. I arched my back. Lyov released my hair, and his fingers wrapped around my throat. My head was pulled back, and finally, he angled my face until his lips met mine and he devoured me.

He picked up speed, and I could feel myself clenching and unclenching around him. It was building inside of me, that crazy wildlife fire.

I whimpered when Master pulled out and didn’t push back in. But he only laughed mercilessly. “I’m not done with you yet, baby.”

My breath caught, and nervous apprehension raced through every bit of me. His fingers delved between us. So much of my wetness had gathered there. He rubbed his fingers in them and then brought them…up…sliding through the cracks of my ass.

My eyes widened, and I gasped loud. Oh.

Both of his hands gripped my sore ass cheeks, and he pulled them apart. I felt him spit on my hole, and then he used my wetness to coat and lubricate the tightness there. Over the last few weeks, Lyov had used a plug on me. He said he was training me to take his cock.

I didn’t realize that…now…

His thumb pressed into my hole, and all thoughts left me. Blank. I couldn’t think.

I could hear our rapid breathing and the thump of our hearts. He massaged my inner walls there with two of his fingers. He spread more wetness and spat once more into my hole. Spreading my cheeks wider, he positioned the blunt head of his cock firmly against me.

His lips feathered over my ear. “Don’t fight it. Don’t fight me,” he said hoarsely, almost begging.

I shook my head. “I won’t. Take me, Master,” I whispered.

Those were the only words he needed. In one thrust, he slowly entered me from behind, sliding deep into my ass. I cried out, my head rearing up from the piano. Lyov wrapped his hand around my neck again. Turning my face to the side, he silenced me with his lips again.

He stretched me impossibly full. The first few thrusts were gentle before he surged forward and slammed into me. I tried to process my emotions and all the sensations taking over my body, but I couldn’t.

It hurt. With a bite and sweet kiss of pleasure. My head swam with ecstasy. He pulled out fully and then flipped me over so my back was against the closed piano now. Lyov hoisted me up until I was lying back, and I stared into his eyes. My arms wrapped around his shoulders.

Master looked feral. A ruthless intensity that had me moaning and whimpering. I was captivated by his dominance.

Lyov spread my legs, and he pushed them up toward my chest and outward. His arms curled around the back of my knees as he kept me there in place. In this position, my hips were tilted upward, both my pussy and ass open for him to use.

I stirred restlessly as Lyov’s hungry lips kissed me into dizziness. His cock rubbed against my wet pussy, coating his length with my juices before he went back to my ass.

He thrust back inside without giving me time to think or adjust. I cried out and bucked upward. His gaze bore into mine as he flexed his hips and continued to thrust in and out of me. I was completely helpless and vulnerable. And it was everything I needed.

With his body over mine, he mounted me possessively. I clenched and then moaned into the pain.