Black Forever (Obsidian 4)

“Green.”

“You can always use it if you ever need to. I’ll stop. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Alright.” I rubbed her ass gently then gripped her left hip, getting a good hold on her. She stared straight ahead and breathed deeply, her emotions obvious to me by the rigid way she held herself.

The violent desires inside my body were now on the surface. As fucked up as it was, I wanted to hurt her. I wanted to mark her skin and turn it red. I wanted to listen to her cry as she continued to allow me to hit her. It was sick and twisted, but nothing would ever change my fetishes.

I pulled my hand back then spanked her, giving her a smack that was borderline gentle. I needed to ease her into it, to get her nerves used to the sensation. “What did I say?”

Rome realized she’d failed to count. “One.”

“One, Master. We’re doing that one again.” I pulled my hand back and hit her harder this time, shifting her forward.

She gasped quietly, either from pain or pleasure. It wasn’t obvious which it was. “One, Master…”

“Good.” I spanked her again, this time with more force.

“Uh…” She held herself up as her body shifted forward, her ass starting to turn red. “Two, Master…”

I rubbed her cheek and felt the heat from her skin. It was blemished and irritated, the strike of my palm possessing enough force to make her uncomfortable. “Eight more to go, sweetheart.” I hit her three more times, being far gentler on her than my other submissives. I wanted Rome to keep an open mind, to know she could get through this.

She continued to count. “Five, Master.”

Now we were at the halfway point, and I wasn’t going to be as easy on her. I hit her harder than before, creating a loud slapping sound once my palm hit her ass.

She lurched forward, releasing a moan of surprise. She breathed through the pain and winced, struggling to swallow the discomfort.

I waited for her to count, my palm twitching to her hit her again.

“Six…Master.”

I closed my eyes and felt my hand form a fist. The adrenaline inside my chest was powerful, unstoppable. I’d officially crossed over into my darker side. I enjoyed the hurt in her voice. I loved the fact that she remained strong and didn’t utter the safe word. My spine was rigid, and my cock was painfully hard.

I slapped her hard, hitting her with enough force to make anyone cringe.

“Ah…” She pressed her face to the mattress as she gripped the sheets around her. The sound of tears filled the air. “Seven…Master.” She sniffed the tears away as she kept her ass in the air.

Jesus Christ.

This was so good.

I felt like a monster for enjoying this. But it felt so erotically wonderful. I didn’t want it to end. I hit her again and again. I wanted to hit her until she began to sob. My cock twitched at the idea. I yanked my hand back and smacked her hard again, making a definitive clap fill the air.

She cried out in pain, this time her tears loud. She cried with her face against the mattress, her back rising and falling as she tried to breathe through the agony. “Nine…Master.”

“One more, sweetheart.” My cock had never wanted to be inside that pussy more than it did now. My jaw was clenched tight as I ground my teeth together. I was eager to fuck her, but I also wanted to slow down, to savor the final smack I was about to give her.

She tensed in anticipation of the final blow.

I hit her harder than I ever did before, using all the momentum my body could muster. I landed my palm hard against her cheek, making it bright red and irritated. The second my palm collided with her skin, she cried out in pain—louder than she ever had before.

My cock couldn’t handle it.

She cried quietly into the sheets, the tears making the mattress damp as they soaked through the fabric.

I listened to her cry and only felt hotter.

I positioned myself at her entrance and shoved my cock inside her, greeted by the moisture I’d expected to find. She might be crying, but she obviously liked it. Her mind could betray her, convincing her she shouldn’t enjoy what just happened, but her body could never lie. I slid through her warm pussy and owned it. I grabbed her hair and yanked her head up, wanting to see the arch in her back as I rammed inside her.

Once our bodies started to move together, her tears stopped. She rocked back into me harder, taking my length just as hard as I gave it to her. Her grunts turned to moans, and her tears disappeared altogether.

I grabbed her shoulder and held on as I thrust my hips and buried myself inside her, making this pussy mine forever. Her ass was red from all the violent slaps, and I loved staring at it as much as staring at the rest of her gorgeous body.