19. No Mercy - Rafe
What an erotic show, watching my cock sink inside her body as I palmed her ass. There was nothing unusual about fucking her, but everything surrounding the act heightened it.
The ginger protruding from her ass as my shaft disappeared beneath the piece. The opposing sensations I unleashed on her—her pussy filled with the privilege of my cock as her backdoor burned. And my hands on her sexy behind, kneading her flesh against the ginger.
With each thrust, I dug my fingertips into her cheeks a little more, bringing about an involuntary ass-clenching.
Our bodies slapped together, thigh to thigh, groin to ass. Unable to control the contraction of muscle, she grunted every time I plundered her wet cunt. She was slowly sinking into the mattress, seeking respite from my brutal assault.
She’d find none. I grabbed her by the hips and slammed into her with more force.
“Ahhhh!”
“Hurts, does it?”
“Yes!”
“The stupid stunt you pulled this morning ripped me apart, Alex.”
“I’m sorry.” She muffled her sobs into the bedding, and I smacked her ass.
“I want to hear you. If you’re gonna cry, don’t hide it.”
“Please, Rafe. No more.”
“We’ve still got two more pieces, sweetheart.”
She sobbed again, her shoulders shaking from the power of her despair.
“Remember this pain the next time you even think of running off like that again.”
She didn’t reply, but I knew this experience would stay with her. As much as punishing her like this got me off, I didn’t want to have to do it again.
Not like this—as a result of reckless behavior. If I ever used ginger on her again, I wanted her to give me the gift of it, in spite of the pain it caused her.
My balls tightened, and the pressure in my dick almost reached the breaking point. I pulled out before I came, then I crawled onto the mattress and kneeled in front of her, the crown of my dripping cock aimed at her lips.
“Suck me.”
She was such a good girl, opening her mouth and letting me push inside, that I almost went soft on her.
But that’s what got us here to begin with.
“Clench and hold.”
She released a groan of pain as I tangled a hand in her hair. Angling her head back, I slipped between her lips in lazy thrusts—just enough to keep her mouth busy without dragging an orgasm from me.
Because when I finally came, I wanted to do it inside her ass.
Her tortured, tender, tantalizing ass.
Her gorgeous red ass.
I grunted at the thought, and she let out an answering moan around my cock.
“Are you still clenching, babe?”
With another moan, she nodded.
Moaning meant pleasure. Moaning meant the fire in her backdoor had simmered to a tolerable level, and she was getting too excited from sucking me.
“Time for round two?”
Her eyes widened, those jade orbs bright with the threat of fresh tears. As I withdrew from her mouth, the heat in her gaze dimmed.
Acceptance kicked into gear.
I had to give her props; she didn’t protest once as I switched out the ginger plug with a new one. I sank inside her soaked cunt and stilled, gliding a palm down her spine as I waited for the burn to return. She whimpered, and my dick twitched inside her, eager to claim her once more.
“Is it getting hot?”
“Oh God! It’s too hot!” She unclasped her hands from the small of her back and pushed against the mattress, as if to crawl away.
“I didn’t give you permission to move.” I shoved her to the bed again and trapped her wrists inside my fist.
“It burns!”
“I know, baby. It’s supposed to.”
Better her ass blaze than to find her dead somewhere from her father’s hand.
Or Zach’s.
My breath hitched as the helplessness I’d felt this morning held me in despair, captive to the fear that I’d never see her again. Overcome, I blinked rapidly. The only tears I wanted were hers.
“I hope the pain is intolerable, Alex. I hope like hell it’ll make you think twice next time.” I withdrew then slammed into her cunt, balls slapping her clit.
She hissed in a breath.
“Are you going to disobey me again?”
“No!” She gasped, panted, tensed.
And that was a mistake.
Her answering howl told me the second piece was doing its job, that devious plug getting hotter every time she flexed the muscles in her ass.
The faster I thrust into her, the more she tensed and sobbed. “Fuck, babe. I’m so damn close.” I squeezed her wrists, teetering on the edge of no return.
I wasn’t ready, but I couldn’t stop myself. I pulled out the ginger, spit into the crack of her ass, and pushed inside her tight, tender space.
She screamed.
But mercy was on her side. With a final plunge, I released all of my pent up stress and rage. The anger and fear seeped from my bones as I shot my seed inside her, groaning long and hard as I came.
She was groaning too, her voice cracking from the pain. Despite how much I was hurting her, she still responded with the need to come by arching against me. Her body begged for the good kind of pain, and I wondered if she even realized it.
“Stop,” she gasped. “No more.”
“No more ginger, or no more fucking you?”
“Both.”
“What if I let you come?”
“You won’t,” she said, breaths puffing off her lips in erratic gasps.
“You know me so well.” Stepping back, I let go of her hands, pleased when she kept them right where I wanted them. “So you know you’re getting the third piece.”
I reached for the last plug, and she cringed as the water sloshed over the top of the bowl. “I’m going to take a shower,” I said, pushing the ginger into her anus, “and you’re going to stay right where you are. Aren’t you, babe.” It was more of a statement, but I still expected an answer. When she failed to reply, I smacked her ass, making her jump and screech.
“Ahhh! I won’t move,” she huffed.
“That’s my girl.” Leaning down, I kissed her on the cheek then headed for the shower.