Page 63 of King of Pain

Is he suffering? Good. But I lose my focus as he keeps hammering me. The sweet torture of pain and pleasure build to heights that are better than any time before this. I gasp for air as he keeps pushing me harder and faster until I finally break apart, shattering around him, my screams echoing around us.

He falls to his knees, landing in the water, his face full of torture.

He’s still inside me, his arms around me as his forehead falls to mine. “Promise me you won’t try to leave like that again?”

“I promise. Now you promise me, no more lies. No more deception.”

“Promise,” he grinds out between his teeth. The tension around his eyes tells me that he’s trying so hard to behave. To keep his promise of not cumming.

But this wasn’t supposed to be easy.

And to drive my point home, I flex my hips.

His eyes squeeze shut, his arms squeezing me tighter. “Kate.”

“I’m taking you right to the edge,” I whisper. “You’re going to beg.”

His eyes snap open. I’ve been happy to do as he’s asked me in the bedroom. It always means my pleasure.

But he likes to dominate, and this is his punishment. I took mine.

“Oh, baby girl,” he rumbles, his eyes filling with fire. “I’ll fucking beg you right now. Never try to leave like that again.”

“That’s not begging.” And I squeeze him with my legs, lifting up his cock only to slide back down, pulling him into my body again.

Keeping hold of him with my legs, I peel his shirt off my body. Then I wrap my arms around his neck, thrusting my breasts up.

He drops his face into them, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth. I grab a fistful of his hair and pull, lifting his face to mine. And then I kiss him like I’ve never kissed before. It’s tongue and teeth, pain and pleasure, as I slide up him and sink back down again.

His hands are on my hips now, helping to push me up, pull me down. His mouth is hot on mine, his chest rumbling with the need that’s building inside him.

I take one of my heels and dig into his ass. Hard. Every part of my body invites him deeper, harder.

He’s spitting words I can’t even understand as I dig my fingernails into the skin of his neck.

Another orgasm is building inside me too. I try to fight it, knowing that I could lose myself and forfeit his punishment if I do.

His fingers dig into my hips, his grip so tight, I think he might leave marks.

I don’t care.

My body is chasing pleasure again, even though I know I need to stay focused. His cock swells inside me and I know he’s close.

I pull his hair harder, wrenching his head back as I look into his eyes. “Tell me the truth.”

I don’t ride him less. No. It’s harder.

“The truth?”

“Do you want me? Not just for today, but for tomorrow and the next day, and the day after that?”

His teeth are clenched, the corded muscles of his neck so taut, they look like they might break.

“Fucking hell, love. I want you forever.”

I forget to hold back, another orgasm rips through me. He snarls, his hands so tight on my hips as the snarl turns into these broken grunts and growls.

“Forever?” I manage to gasp out. “Like forever, forever?”

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