Buttons & Hate (Buttons 2)

I stared at her ass and felt my excitement grow. “Ready, Button?” The nickname stuck to her like glue. From the first time I used it, it felt right. Even in the playroom, it was fitting.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” I pressed.

She didn’t answer, defiant.

“Yes, master.” I’d never gotten her to say those words before. I’d never gotten her to admit she was mine. She’d given me her body but her mind would always belong to her. The fact I couldn’t break her made me want to do it even more.

“You’ll never be my master.”

I whipped her hard across her back, spanning from her shoulder to the opposite hip.

She winced at the bite. Her body moved with the momentum, swinging slightly.

“What did you say?”

Tears weren’t in her eyes, not yet. “You aren’t my master.”

I struck her again.

This time, she didn’t wince. She didn’t react in the slightest.

My respect grew. My obsession increased by tenfold. No woman had ever been in this room and remained silent. No woman had ever been able to put up with this kind of pain so proudly. They all broke—every single one.

I struck her again. “You will submit to me.”

Her only response was silence.

I struck her three times in a row, hitting her across the ass and the back of her legs. The skin reddened in response, becoming inflamed.

I couldn’t keep my excitement under control. I turned into a feral beast, carnal in nature and psychotic in desperation. My cock oozed with pre-cum and I wanted to be inside her. I didn’t even want to finish whipping her. All I wanted was her.

I threw the whip on the ground and tore off my sweatpants and boxers. If I didn’t get inside her that instant, I was going to explode. My dick was eager for her. If he had a voice, he would have screamed.

I turned her around to face me then wrapped her legs around my waist. When my fingers moved to her entrance, I found the moisture I’d been expecting. Her pussy was wet for me, drenched. She seemed to love receiving pain as much as I loved giving it.

I positioned myself at her entrance with my face pressed to hers. Her arms were pulled over her head and she was helpless to do anything but take me—and take me hard.

I pressed a hard kiss to her lips before I entered her in a swift move. She moaned into my mouth when she felt me stretch her apart. My lips remained glued to hers, but I couldn’t kiss her because she felt so good. I fell into her slickness, enjoying every thrust and every cry she gave me. “Fuck, this pussy...” I was obsessed beyond understanding. I thrived in my playroom and gave into the lustful obsession that plagued my body. I fucked her as hard as I could, losing all thought and reason.

“Crow...” My name escaped her lips like it usually did. She always said it with a sexy moan, full of ecstasy and unbridled passion. “Twist my nipples.” It was the first time she gave me a command.

I kept one hand on her ass and gave her what she wanted. I gave her the final push she needed to get off. I twisted her nipple harder than I normally did and she exploded around my dick.

Her hips immediately bucked into me, wanting more of my length. She wanted to be full of me, stretched to her breaking point. “God, yes.” She breathed against my mouth, her muffled screams becoming incoherent words.

My cock felt the flood of moisture that oozed between her legs. She got so wet for me, before I entered her and during. Heat flushed through my body as I pounded into her. Her defenseless body hung from the ceiling, her left nipple was red and inflamed, and her body was covered in my scars.

The image pushed me over the edge.

I came deep inside her, moaning louder than I meant to. My head was in the clouds and my cock released as much cum as possible. I wanted to fill her to the brim. I wanted there to be so much of my seed that it came spilling out when I pulled out. I’d never allowed myself this kind of satisfaction with a woman, to be as dark as I wanted without judgment or distaste. She knew exactly what I was and used it to her advantage. Now she was closer to gaining her freedom.

My upper lip was sweaty from the exertion, and when I kissed her, I tasted her own salt on my tongue. I always kissed her when I was finished, silently telling her how much I enjoyed being inside her.

I slowly pulled out, my cock softening now that I was satisfied.

My cum dripped out of her and splashed onto the floor—just as I fantasized about. “Fuck.” I kept her legs around my waist and felt my cock harden all over again. I wanted to add more to the pile. I wanted her to have more than she could handle.