Dirty Addiction (Dirty 2)

I open my eyes to see him still clothed except for his cock. He grabs my shoulder as he thrusts into me, sliding me down deeper into the tub. I don’t care. I let him. I trust him completely with my body. Despite the fact that with each thrust, my mouth falls further beneath the water threatening my oxygen supply.

I can’t breathe after a few thrusts, because my face is covered with water. His lips come down on mine giving me breath and a sweet release. I come on his cock as easily as breathing.

He grins pulling out of me and pulling me back up out of the water. He stands and then pulls me up too. He tugs at the nipple clamps, turning me on again before he pulls them off and I’m left with nothing but ecstasy and emptiness, missing his cock.

He helps me out of the tub and hands me a towel, while he finally undresses and wraps a towel low around his waist.

“I want to try something. Trust me?” he says, but all I hear is a command to my soul to which I can’t say no.

I nod, my mouth dry. I love when he wants round two so quickly afterward.

“Go lie down on my bed, face down.”

I don’t bother to dry off all the water from my body. I walk to the bed, laying the towel down first to not completely soak the bed, and then lie down on my stomach as he asked.

He takes his time before he finally walks to the bed. I don’t hear him, but I can feel him standing at the base of the bed.

I don’t turn to look. I don’t need to. I trust him and whatever new thing he wants to try.

He climbs on the bed behind me and gently lifts my hips up placing a pillow under my stomach.

“I’m not going to tie you up, but you can’t move. Understand?” he asks.

I nod.

“I need to hear you say you won’t move.”

“I won’t move.”

“Good girl.” He pushes his cock inside me without warning into my ass. He’s fucked me in the ass before, but usually, I get a lot more warning and preparation. Not this time. This time he wants me to feel the pain.

Tears sting my eyes, but quickly subside when his fingers play with my most sensitive bud, and he starts thrusting, making me feel like I’m floating on a cloud.

He kisses my neck, and I moan. I love it when he kisses my neck before he nibbles. I love feeling his lips anywhere on my body.

“Take a deep breath, baby,” he whispers into my ear before sucking on my earlobe sweetly. He’s acting far too sweet, which means it’s time for the pain. The part where I don’t know if I can handle it right before I come but want more and more of the pain I thought moments before I couldn’t tolerate.

I suck in a breath.

Pain.

I feel searing pain in the back of my neck as Matteo stabs me with something. I know he’s drawing blood from whatever he’s doing.

This.

This is my breaking point.

I can’t handle more of whatever this is.

“Stop,” I beg through tears.

He kisses my neck, and the pain disappears. Just like that. Did he listen to me? Or did I blackout?

He thrusts inside, and I’m back to the real world again. The world where he worships my body in the worst ways.

“You got this baby. I need this,” he says, and then I feel the burning pain again against my neck.

I don’t know what he’s doing or why. I take his words and play them in my head again and again. He needs this. He’s using my body to please himself. And as screwed up as it is, I’m more than okay with that.