Page 59 of Red

She blinked, feeling her cheeks wet with tears she didn’t recall forming. He’d brought her out of her own mind, out of her body, and now she was settling in.

The flogger fell to the floor at her feet. His hands moved around her body until he cupped her breasts, kneading and tweaking her hardened nipples. She moaned, rolling her head back.

“It’s a good thing you kept your hair up today. But I want it down now.” He worked the elastic band out of the messy bun and ran his fingers through her tresses.

“Do you know why?” he asked while playing with her hair.

“No,” she whispered. Her mind wasn’t ready for coherent thought.

He wrapped her hair around his fist and yanked her head back, kissing her cheek. “Because you cry so pretty when I pull your hair.” He licked the tear falling from her eye and yanked tighter. She winced at the burn in her scalp.

His cock slipped between her ass cheeks. “It makes my cock so hard when you cry like that, sweet girl.”

“Erik. Don’t.” She wiggled her ass when he started to pull away.

“Don’t leave you? Don’t fuck you? Do you think you have a say?” He pushed her head until her forehead was flush with the post again.

“N-no.”

“Do you want me to lay you down and make sweet love to you?”

Another tear slipped down her cheek. It would be wrong if he was gentle. It was his strength, his power she craved, she needed.

“No,” she said in a hard tone.

His cock thrust into her pussy, catching her off guard.

“Push that ass out for me.” He slapped her hip. She arched more, giving him what he wanted—what she needed.

One hand fisting her hair hard, the other grabbing her waist, he plowed into her. She sucked in air, only to lose it somewhere in her chest.

He moved his hand around her, finding her clit and rubbing it in circles.

“Fucking sweet girl. Fucking sweet, sweet pussy,” he growled, thrusting harder into her.

She grabbed at the post. The metal cuffs bit into her wrists with the jerky movements, but her body only responded to his thick cock fucking her.

“Should I let you come? You were a naughty girl, eavesdropping, weren’t you?” His words were harsh, his breath hot against her ear.

“Yes. Erik. I—oh fuck.” One more flick of his fingers, and she came unglued. She bucked her hips back, wanting more pressure, needing his cock to thrust harder. He tugged her scalp giving her the right amount of burn.

All sound stopped other than the sound of her own voice. She screamed the rafters down as she exploded. All nerve endings fired, dragging her from any logical moment and thrusting her in a clouded utopia.

He unraveled from her hair then gripped her hips. She held on to the post, keeping herself up while he continued to buck behind her. Even with the haze of her orgasm fading, she moaned with each thrust of his cock. Full and stretched and wonderfully used, she matched his movements, drawing him to the very edge he’d thrown her over.

He thrust hard and held her steady with a growl.

She collapsed against the post, hugging it to her chest as he trailed kisses along her shoulder.

“My sweet girl,” he whispered.

The tension in his body disappeared. He’d worked out his stress and taken hers with it. With ease, he unlatched the cuffs and caught her as she sank. Lifting her in his arms, he carried her across the room and through the adjoining door.

Gently, he placed her on the bed and pulled a blanket over her naked, quivering body. Like everything with him, the afternoon had been intense and left her limp and wrung out.

His footsteps were soft on the carpeting as the drawers opened and closed. The closet door creaked, but she didn’t open her eyes, afraid she’d have to see reality again. And she wasn’t ready for that yet.

The bed dipped when he sat beside her, running his hands over her arm. “Your back is going to be sore for at least a day. The skin didn’t break, but you have some welts.”

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