Killer

“Hey!” Thick fingers grip my chin and force me to face my lover. “Don’t turn away from me. I want your honest reactions. All of them.” In a blink, his angry expression calms. “We’ll play this by ear then. I want to take you to the edge and make you fly. Just tell me if it’s too much.”

Somehow, I know he’s not expecting a verbal response. K releases my jaw and skims his fingers lightly down my arms, sending a chill down my spine and a flood of liquid heat between my legs. When K reaches my hands, he holds them tight and brings them over my head, placing them on the headboard behind me.

“Do I need to tie you down or can you keep them here?”

I nod. “I can do it. I trust you, K. Make me feel alive.” My heart feels like it might burst out of my chest it’s beating so hard. I shift on the bed and lift my hips, seeking contact. I’m so turned on. A single touch to my clit might make me explode.

“Fuck, Britt.” K’s neck and chest are flushed red. His lips part and he growls, his face crumpling into a harsh, heated glare. “You asked for it. We’ll see if you still trust me when we’re done.”

K lets go of one of my wrists. I hear the whistle of air past my ear and the loud crack before the pain registers from the open-handed blow K landed on my thigh.

Breath rushes out of my lungs. “Oh my god.” I’ve never been this sexually stimulated in my life. My pussy is literally throbbing. I want to press my legs together to relieve the ache, but K is firmly planted on the bed, his thick, muscular thighs keeping my legs apart.

“That was for moving. Stay still.”

My chest is rising and falling with each rapid breath. K leans forward, his hot mouth skimming along the side of my neck, finding the spot he bit earlier. K swipes his tongue over it and I moan, throwing my head back. Sharp teeth sink into the already tender flesh.

“Ahhhhhh.” My back arches, forcing my head into the pillow. The pain sparks a fire deep inside me that quickly flares up into a roaring inferno. Heat zaps through millions of nerve endings, electrifying every pleasure center in my body. The harsh contact of a second blow to my thigh drags another moan from me.

K releases of the throbbing skin on my neck and slides further down, circling one breast with his tongue.

“Oh god.” Again, my hips buck up off the bed. Once again, a sharp slap resonates in the hotel room. “Jesus, ohmygod.”

“Stay still or I’ll stop.” His voice is as ragged as mine.

“S-sorry,” I whimper. My body is aching—pain, pleasure—all of these new sensations swirling together, combining to create the perfect storm of ecstasy.

K’s mouth clamps around one nipple, his hand finding the other. He sucks hard while his fingers twist and pull.

Staying still takes more concentration than I thought possible. My body’s instinctual demand to seek out relief is overwhelming. Sweat trickles down my brow and I clench my jaw at the effort. My fingers clamp down, digging into the wood headboard.

Then K uses his teeth on my sensitive nipple and I lose it.

“Oh fuck!” I arch back, crying out as my muscles tighten and spasm. Pleasure tears through me, the orgasm surprisingly strong despite the fact that K hasn’t gone anywhere near my pussy.

Tremors are still wracking my body when K grips my legs and flips me to my stomach. As I continue to shudder, I hear him tear open the foil packet. He yanks my hips up so my backside is high in the air. A strong hand holds down my head, pressing one of my cheeks into the mattress.

Another loud crack and my ass is on fire. Then another. As the third blow smacks across the sore flesh, K plunges into my aching depths, driving that thick cock deep, not stopping until he bottoms out.

“Ahhh! Oh my god, K…” I gasp at the fullness of having K inside me.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. Your pussy is incredible… Jesus, Britt.” K holds still, one hand still shoving me down brutally while the other clutches my hip, his fingers digging in painfully. Slowly, so slowly, he drags his cock back until it’s almost out, and thrusts in again. Hard.

I let out a strangled cry and he cracks my sore ass again. “You like this, baby?” My muffled groan is the only answer I can manage. K pistons in and out as I wail into the pillow. “You didn’t even know you needed this, did you? Need to be fucked, to be dirty and used, to feel pain.”

“Yes!” I shout as he snaps his hips. Each time, his cock rubs across a spot deep inside that lights me up all over. Flashes burst behind my closed eyes and I begin to tremble uncontrollably. K stops to growl in a low voice.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Britt.”

Oh god. He hasn’t been fucking me? I’m going to die. He’s going to fuck me to death.

All of the breath is punched out of my lungs when K begins to pound in earnest. He is relentless, thrusting hard over and over until reality becomes hazy and sensation takes over. Held down and helpless, all I can do is feel, absorb what K gives me.

“Jesus, Britt,” he huffs. K leans forward, his sweat-slick body covering mine. The hand on my hip reaches for a breast and he twists my nipple. The pain sends me over the edge. I scream while K continues fucking me through my second climax.

Right when I think I might pass out from the intensity, K roars, slamming in deep one last time as his release tears from him.

I’m floating—a pleasant, drifting semi-awareness. I feel K’s heat, the weight of him splayed on top of me, but it’s as if I’m watching from above. I must lose time, because the next thing I know, K is pulling down the covers and climbing into the bed. His heavy arm comes around my waist and the hard ridges of his body press against my back. K brushes his thumb over my abdomen, the affectionate gesture an absolute contradiction to the harsh, physical sex we just had.