Buttons & Hate (Buttons 2)

It was the first time I let him have me—all of me. He earned it once he did something just for me. He let me have control of the situation, unleashing the power just for the night. It was difficult for him not to be in control every instant. But he somehow found the strength—for me.

I wanted to do that more often. But I already spent nine buttons on the evening, my total taking a big hit. I could only do that six more times before I ran empty. Losing my freedom wasn’t what bothered me. It was losing my ability to pay for things I wanted.

I needed more buttons.

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I came down to breakfast where he was reading the morning paper. He was already dressed in one of his fine suits with a colored tie. His hair was combed back but still a little curly at the end. He was a beautiful view to see first thing in the morning.

I pulled his paper away and dropped my ass into his lap.

Instead of being irritated that his morning ritual had been interrupted, his cock hardened underneath me. He looked at me with cold eyes, his dark exterior and placid expression back to normal. There were seldom times when he let me in. And once he did, he was even more shut off afterward. “You want my cock before I leave?” He was right back to business.

I straddled his hips and grinded slightly against his erection. “I always want your cock.”

His hands moved to my thighs and he gave them a hard squeeze. He pulled my dress up to my waist so my ass stuck out. His fingers immediately went to my cheeks, pulling them apart and fingering my thong. “What a coincidence. My dick wants to fuck you in the ass.” He moved his forefinger to my back entrance and slipped it inside.

My body used to tense and dispel his fingers but now I was used to it. I remained relaxed, allowing myself to stretch in response to his probing. “Then why doesn’t he?” I undid his belt and zipper, letting his cock come out. It was thick and long, already gleaming with his juice.

He shoved another finger inside me, his face reddening in desire. “I think I will.” He pulled me further against his chest and pulled my thong over. He grabbed my hand and held it to my face, silently commanding me.

I spit on it then reached behind me to rub his length from the tip to the balls. I moved up and down, my sticky saliva lubricating him.

His eyes darkened further and he fingered my ass continuously, moving deeper and harder. “I love your ass as much as your pussy. Didn’t think that was possible.” He slowly pulled his fingers out then grabbed the base of his cock. He pointed it at my entrance, stretching me wide with just the tip. He released a shaky breath, anticipating the sensation of his entire length inside me.

I grabbed his base and steadied him from going further.

His eyes looked into mine, burning with impatience.

“Ten buttons.”

“Five.”

“Ten.” I wouldn’t budge because I knew I would win. He was hard and throbbing, eager to be inside me as soon as possible. His thoughts were completely on sex. He was desperate enough to agree to anything.

He upturned the corner of his mouth and growled.

“I’ll fuck you so hard I won’t be able to sit for the rest of the day.”

His fingers dug into my thighs and his cock twitched within my grip. “Fine. You better make it worthwhile.”

I smiled in victory then pointed his tip at my entrance. I loved it when he fucked my ass despite the pain. But I really wanted those buttons for something else. Giving him something he couldn’t resist was the best way to accomplish that.

I slid to the base of his cock and winced when he stretched me wide. No matter how man times we did this my ass could never get used to how thick he was. It caused me pain, the kind that made my eyes water.

His eyes were glued to mine, memorizing every expression of my face. His hands moved underneath my ass, pulling cheeks apart slightly so his cock had plenty of room. “Fuck me.”

I gripped his shoulders and raised myself on the balls of my feet. I bounced on his dick, feeling it penetrate my ass over and over. His cock was wet from my saliva but it wasn’t as smooth as it was with lubrication. The friction burned as I took him in over and over but I kept going.

Crow directed me with his hands and increased the pace. His descended into the underworld, needing my pain to have an explosive orgasm. He pulled me onto his length harder.

“God...” I shoved his length deep inside me, tears bubbling in my eyes.