Torment Me (Rough Love 1)

Don’t fall in love. Jesus, I couldn’t fall in love. But as he fucked me, I felt a yearning that was peace and agony at once. I longed for him, this john who was little more than a stranger to me. I read a saying once: they call it longing because it doesn’t last a short while. How long would I long for W?

“Are you going to come?” he asked, smacking my ass again. “Don’t lie there like a fucking corpse.”

But oh, I was a corpse. I was so dead, because the only good thing in my life right now was the man taunting me and destroying my pussy. I’d go home tonight and think of him, and go to sleep and dream of him, because everything else in my life was broken and hopeless.

“I’m not going to come,” I said. I was too upset to come. I never should have kept our date today, when all my emotions were pooled up at my nerve endings, waiting to snap.

“What the fuck do you mean, you’re not going to come?” he asked. “My cock’s not good enough?”

He turned me over and grabbed my face. He wasn’t really angry. I think he was going to make some joke, or maybe stick his cock in my mouth, but he took one look at my expression and all the humor went out of his eyes.

“What’s the matter?”

“Nothing. Finish!” I ordered. He’d love that, being ordered around.

His eyes narrowed. “I’ll finish when you finish. You’re like a fucking wet mop today, you fucked-up piece-of-shit whore. Who pissed in your mop bucket?”

He reached behind me and undid his belt. As soon as my hands were free I went for his face, his neck, his chest, anything I could scratch or slap, because hurting him was the only thing I could do at that moment besides fall apart.

He grabbed my hands and held them hard. “That’s all you got?” he goaded. “Fight harder.”

I fought but it did me no good. He had my number. He had my heart and soul crushed between us and he didn’t even know. He kissed me roughly, laughing against my lips as I kicked and flailed and tried to break free.

“I’ll bite you, you little bitch,” he said. “I’ll bite the fuck out of your lips if you don’t cut it out.”

I tried to bite him instead, and he smacked my ass three times, hard enough to bring tears to my eyes, and then he did bite my lower lip until I moaned. Before the moan was fully formed, he left my mouth and crouched between my legs.

There was no finesse with him when it came to cunnilingus, no coy kissing down my neck, between my breasts, down my belly in a trail to the pussy. No, he shoved my legs open and fastened his lips over my clit, titillating my flesh with the deftest talent of any lover I’d ever had.

Fuck. I didn’t want to come. I didn’t want to try. I pushed him away and got my arms slapped for it.

“Don’t make me fuck you up,” he warned.

Too late. It’s too late for that. You’ve fucked me up on some cellular, lizard-brain level because ohhhh… What you’re doing feels so good…

My pussy was alive from the fucking earlier, and my clit wanted more, and more, and more. My hips bucked. I forced myself against his mouth, but it wasn’t enough to burn under this exquisite pleasure. I needed his cock inside me too, jamming into me, joining the two of us together.

“Please fuck me,” I cried, reaching down.

He slapped my hands away again. “You don’t deserve to be fucked. You’re a bad girl.”

“Please.”

“No.”

“Please, I’ll be good. Give me another chance.”

“No.” He teased me with his tongue between words, driving my passion higher even as I begged and pleaded.

“Give me your cock. Please.”

He looked up as I grabbed his hair. “My cock wasn’t good enough for you before. Remember that? Let go of me, Chere.”

He meant it. My fingers opened and I let go. “I’m sorry.” I love you.

As quickly as he’d hunched between my legs, he was back again, looming over me. I expected a pop on the cheek and I wasn’t disappointed. “Who’s in charge here?” he asked in a terrifying voice.

“You are. Master,” I added, although, as usual, what we were doing felt way more intense than dungeon games.

“I get to do what I want, don’t I?”

“Yes, Master.”

His cock hovered at my entrance. I shivered with the effort to stay still, to not slide down on him and ride him like the whore I was. “Please,” I whispered. “I’ll be so good. I’ll come so hard for you.”

I needed to come with him deep inside me. I needed it to survive. My whole body wanted him, every vein, every vessel, every nerve.