Page 39 of The Music in Me

“Fuck me,” I demanded roughly, pushing myself back against Leon’s cock.

He spanked me immediately, a warning shot as he found his footing between my legs. I didn’t care to be reprimanded. I needed him to start fucking me before I lost my mind.

“Fuck me, Leon,” I growled. “Fuck me now, damn you!”

“You want me to fuck you?” he asked, grabbing my hips and rocking against me.

“That’s what I said, isn’t it?” I growled at him, tired of waiting until he was done punishing me. Tired of waiting to get what was owed to me. The plug throbbed in my ass, making my pussy so tight that every little motion left me creaming with arousal.

I wanted him to go fast, to pound me into oblivion and fuck me to a crashing climax. Leon pulled out slowly, making sure I felt every inch of his cock as he left my pussy empty and aching. Then he slammed back into me, and I lost my mind.

“Stop! Make it stop…” I screamed, even as I bucked against him, desperate to feel more of it.

“Not the safe word,” he roared as he pulled out slowly yet again. “You know how to make me stop, Kira.”

“Fuck that,” I snarled, pushing back against him. I wanted him again. Wanted him to fuck me even harder than before. “Give me more. I want more, Daddy.”

“Oh, I’ll give you more,” he snarled as he began to fuck me in slow, deep strokes that left me shaking and begging him not to stop. He didn’t listen when I asked him to fuck me faster, but that did not stop the inferno from building. With a plug in my ass and his cock stroking the depth of my pussy, it didn’t take long before I could feel the pressure of a climax.

“I’m going to come,” I said, warning and asking for his permission.

“Don’t you dare,” he replied, still fucking me as he held me close. “You don’t get to come until I say you can, Kira. Remember the rules…”

“Please,” I sobbed, unable to hold back the plea as pleasure ravaged my body and my climax slammed against me like a whirlwind. “I can’t hold it in, Leon. Please, let me come.”

“Not yet,” he hissed, slowing down his strokes and pulling me from the edge before speeding up again once he knew I was no longer about to orgasm.

I lost count of how many times he pushed me to the edge just to wrench me right back. It didn’t matter that I begged and pleaded, sobbing with tears rolling down my eyes as he slammed into me again and again. Yet with every stroke, I felt more and more connected to him, more eager for his approval, desperately clinging to the hope that he understood that I was doing this for him.

“You know how to make it stop,” he said, bringing me to the edge yet again, then pulling me back. I had stopped begging, simply moaning and whimpering as he continued to fuck me. “Say it, Kira,” he begged. “Why won’t you use the safe word?”

“Because…” I said but didn’t continue.

“Damn you,” he growled, thrusting back inside me and slipping a hand between us to play with my clit. “Damn you, you stubborn, stubborn child.”

I was too tired to do anything but lie there and let him fuck me. My pussy felt sore, but my body had not given up on finally getting that release, and within seconds, I could feel the sensations begin to grow and climb, streaks of pleasure tearing through my flesh and filling every inch of my body until I was ready to blow. But I knew I wasn’t going to. I knew he would pull away again once I got close enough, making it hurt a little more. Somehow, I found myself anticipating that, finding pleasure in being denied.

“Come for me, Kira,” Leon whispered, and at first, I didn’t understand what he meant. “Come for me, baby,” he said again, and his voice sent a shock through my system, waking up cells that had gone to sleep. “Make Daddy proud.” He pinched my clit hard.

I came with a scream, jets of something shooting out of my pussy as my orgasm exploded through every cell in my body. I was consumed by it, torn apart and held together by the same force, barely aware that Leon was still fucking me as my pussy quaked and convulsed from the pleasure. The plug in my ass tightened on every contraction, and I swear it doubled the sensations and made me lose my breath as I surrendered to the whiplash of pleasure and pain.

I was still shaking when he released my arms and legs from the straps that held them apart. They flopped uselessly to the floor. Next, he released my nipples from the clamps and tossed them to the floor. Finally, he gripped the base of the plug in my ass and pulled it out slowly, sending another series of contractions ripping through me. Picking me up, he carried me to the bed and laid me down before getting in after me and covering my body with his.

“Why wouldn’t you just use the safe word, Kira?” he asked in a strangled voice. “One word, Kira. That was all you had to say.”

“Because I trust you,” I said, my voice croaky from all the screaming I’d done.

“It’s not about trust, Kira. It’s about power and recognizing that you have more of it than you think you do.” He looked frustrated, almost scared as he rocked me in his arms. “I thought if I pushed you to your limit, you’ll realize that you also have a say in what happens to you.”

“I know that.”

“Why wouldn’t you use the safe word then?”

“Because I know you’ll never give me something I can't handle. You’ve never done it before. Why would you start now?”

“Kira?” he groaned. “This is what I’m talking about. You can’t think like that. That’s how you end up with guys like Anthony.”

“I ended up with Anthony because he was funny, and in the beginning, he made me really happy. He may have had my heart for some time, but he’s never earned my trust. Not the way you have.” Pushing him back, I straddled him and braced myself on his chest. “You’ve protected me from the first moment I met you. Why would I think that would stop now?”

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