I’d been awake for hours.

King was fast asleep, his eyes closed and his lips slightly parted as he took breath after breath. I wanted to touch him, but I didn’t want to wake him. So I just looked at him and tried my best to understand him.

He was an enigma. I was almost certain he cared about me. Fuck the age difference, fuck the fact we’d only known each other for two days. Fuck it all; he cared.

And yet he seemed intent on hurting me. As if he was trying to push me away. I swore to myself he’d never succeed.

“Stop staring, Pet,” he muttered with his eyes still closed.

“I’m not,” I lied.

He reached for me and pulled me against him, but I only struggled a little. He held me against his chest and I took it gladly, familiarizing myself with the contours of his body.

“Liar,” he whispered into my hair. His eyes opened and he licked my cheek. “Filthy little liar.”

My ass jerked against his groin and he groaned.

“Don’t do that.”

“I can’t help it,” I said, and my ass grinded on him more.

His arms tightened across my middle and he held onto me, not moving at all. His grip was hard and so was his cock.

“You’re going to get yourself in trouble,” he said.

I looked at him over my shoulder. The sun was rising outside, the sky colored in pretty pinks and blues. It was so quiet. So still.

“You need to fuck me,” I told him softly.

“I don’t need to do anything, Pet.”

“I’ll beg.”

“Begging won’t help you.”

“Then I’ll just have to take what I want.”

I slipped the covers from my body until I was completely exposed. The room was cool and my nipples tightened into tight little points as he stared at me. His hand slid down my chest, over my tummy, and stopped on my left inner thigh. He was wearing boxers, but I could see how stiff he was, the outline of his cock against the fabric almost painfully hard.

“No more waiting,” I said, and he groaned.

“Don’t fucking tempt me, Pet.”

I laughed. “I wouldn’t do such a thing, sir.”

He stared at me as my legs opened for him, his fingers digging into my thigh but not moving a single inch, that small distance that would’ve changed everything for me. I threw my head back in frustration but didn’t make a fucking sound. I pushed my tits up, arching my back, and his nails dug deeper.

“You want this?” he said.

I didn’t reply, I just looked at him. It was obvious what I wanted, and he was being an idiot not taking advantage of me when I was practically begging him for it.

My lips parted slightly and I moaned so softly he might not even have heard it. So softly he’d have to press his ear against my mouth to hear.

And he did.

I moaned again, and he grabbed my waist with his free hand, slamming me into the mattress.

“Stop,” he told me, his mouth hot against mine.

“I can’t,” I said, and my hips bucked against him. “I can’t, I’m so sorry, I just can’t.”

He groaned. Both his hands wrapped around my waist and he held me in place as if preventing me from moving would change a single thing between us. His hands were so big his fingers touched in the middle of my tiny waist. He held on so tightly it hurt.

“Shut the fuck up, Pet,” he said and I breathed his warm breath.

I moaned into his mouth, so low and sensual.

He shook his head like he was trying to tell us both to stop.

But I kept going.

Moaning.

Whispering.

Soft little pleas for him to fuck me.

He was shaking now. His grip was intense and his touch was electric. I couldn’t think about anything else other than having him inside me. Right then and there.

“Don’t do it,” I said, and my legs parted for him.

He looked confused for a second, but I went on.

“Promise you won’t fuck me,” I said, my voice shaky. “Promise you won’t do it.”

“Why, Pet?” His voice was gentle. “Why did you change your mind?”

“You’re going to hurt me,” I realized out loud. “This is going to end badly for me.”

My legs trembled. I was sure he could feel my heart pounding. He didn’t say a thing. He just stared at me, his grip on my waist so hard I knew I’d have bruises in a few hours.

“Ask again,” he grunted.

“Don’t fuck me, Master,” I whispered. “Please, fucking please, don’t ever fuck me.”

My legs wrapped around his waist, my naked pussy pressing against his boxers. I could feel the tip of his cock through the fabric, pressing against my hotness.

“Keep asking,” he said. “Keep fucking asking and I’ll punish you for every time you beg me not to do it.”

“Promise you won’t.”

He pinned my hands above my head and my chest heaved under his watchful eyes.

“I don’t want you touching me.”

He licked me from my bellybutton to my collarbone and I cried out.

“I’ll do anything if you just let me go right now.”

He bit my neck, hard and I cried out again.

“Don’t… don’t do this to me.”

His teeth dug into my skin. His nails dragged painful lines along my stomach.

“Please don’t. Please promise you won’t.”

He exhaled against my mouth and took it for himself, tasting me, claiming every inch of it with his tongue. One hand left my waist and went to his boxers. He pulled his cock out. I started to cry.

“Don’t,” I begged.

“I won’t,” he said and pushed his cock between my pussy lips.

I whimpered. A tear ran down my cheek. I hated him so much.

“No?” he asked me, and I shook my head.

“No, don’t, please.”

Words. Just fucking words. Words that didn’t mean a thing when my pussy was dripping all over him, when my body was begging for him to use it. He could feel it. The trembling, the shivers, the sparks. It was all there in my mess of a body.

His hands held mine above my head. I fought against him, desperate to touch him, desperate to wrap my arms around his neck, desperate to touch every inch of his skin. But he wouldn’t let me.

“Please,” I yelped in frustration. “Please, let go!”

He pushed his cock in a little way. So tight. The pain. I could feel it ripping.

“No?” he asked again.

I looked into his eyes, and my heart broke for the first time.

“No,” I begged, and he pushed inside me, slowly, firmly, breaking me all the way in. It felt so fucking good, and it hurt even better.

I cried out pathetically, and it made him groan so loud. His lips met my ear and he exhaled against it, his cock buried hard and deep. I could feel him holding back. I could also feel how close he was to letting go.

“I’m so sorry, Pet,” he said gently.

“It’s okay,” I promised, and then I couldn’t stop repeating it as he started to fuck me.

“It’s okay.”

His apologies, soft murmurs in my ear as he broke down every bit of me.

“It’s okay.”

The warm trickle of blood down my thigh as he really started fucking me.

“It’s okay.”

His painful exhale as he pounded inside me without mercy, ignoring my sobbing.

“It’s okay.”

The pain. The fucking blinding, white-hot pain that built and built and built and then exploded until I saw black.

“Please,” I cried out. “Please, oh my God, please!”

“Come for me,” he ordered, and I did, and it hurt better than anything he’d ever done to me. “Fuck, good girl…”

I could only whimper. I felt him getting bigger, so big it felt like he was ripping me apart.

“Pull out,” I begged him. “Pull out, don’t come.”

“No,” he growled, his voice so angry it scared me.

“I’m not protected,” I said, whimpering again.

He fucked me harder, punctuating every thrust with a word.

“I. Don’t. Give. A. Fuck. Pet!”

He broke me with a searing kiss, and I screamed my release into his mouth. He was fucking insane. And maybe so was I.

He hitched my hips, pushed a pillow under my ass and it made him go in deeper. It was strangely cathartic.

No more words, no more thoughts, no more feelings.

No way to express what he was doing to me.

No chance for me to go back from this.

“Pet,” he hissed, his balls slapping off my ass. “Spread your whore legs.”

I did.

“Beg for it,” he grunted.

“Please.” My voice was so soft, even though I wanted to scream. “Please, oh God, please.”

It turned into a mantra, please and oh please, and oh God please, over and over again until it was the soundtrack to that moment, forever in my mind.

His hand left my ass and wrapped around my throat. He looked into my eyes as he fucked my needy cunt.

“What are you?” he asked.

“Yours.” It was so simple.

“My what?” His fingers tightened. His cock throbbed.

“Yours!” I cried out, but he wouldn’t let me look away. His eyes. His fucking eyes were on fire.

“My fucking what?” He squeezed again. It hurt. Hurt so bad. So close to passing out. So close to letting go.

“Pet,” I whispered, and he squeezed tighter, and fucked harder, and stared deeper.

One final thrust and he stopped moving. I sobbed and he stayed still, so still it felt like time had frozen, so burning deep I thought he’d broken something else inside me. And then I felt him coming, so slowly, so painfully slowly, and then all at once, his cock spasming inside me. I clenched my pussy and his cum oozed into me and I just stared at him with my eyes wide, and my mouth open. And he held me in place like a fucking toy and waited until his balls were empty.

“Say thank you,” he said, without moving an inch.

“Th-thank you.”

My pussy swelled with him inside me. So tight I was sure he wouldn’t even be able to pull out. But he didn’t even try to.

He held me by the throat and watched my eyes roll back as he took my breath away. And when I was close to passing out, he kissed me.

Sweet.

Gentle.

Firm.

With so much love in that single kiss, I’d never be able to believe him when he told me he didn’t care about me.

I closed my eyes and accepted the darkness.