Page 86 of What Doesn't Kill Us

I want to answer, but I won’t. Instead, I snap my head forward, nipping his ear before he thinks to jerk himself back. He grabs me by my throat, squeezing my neck, pushing my upper body down on the bed, and cutting off my breath as his other hand touches his ear, coming back bloody. I choke out a laugh, and he tightens his hold on my throat. My eyes burn, tears tracking down the sides of my face and into my hairline. His eyes glow as he whispers, “That was a mistake. Now, you’re really going to pay.”

I want to deny it. I want to take it back, to beg and plead for the easy way. But I know it’s too late. I also know that if I’d done that in the first place, he probably wouldn’t have believed me. It would’ve been a trap.

He slides his hands under my arms, pulling me so I slide up the bed. He unhooks my wrists from the headboard, moving them higher and securing them so my upper body is suspended in the air. I feel the tension in my arms. He shifts up to the top of the bed so he’s kneeling up by my head, and now he’s gripping my hair, yanking until I drop my head back, so I see his muscular torso upside down.

He uses his free hand to unbuckle his belt, unfastening and unzipping his trousers, pulling his dick out. He yanks my head back painfully, so my mouth falls open, and then he presses the tip of his dick between my lips. “You better not fucking bite me. Then you’ll really see how a punishment feels.”

I give him an upside-down smile, not making any promises, and then, with no hesitation, he shoves his cock between my lips, right into the back of my throat. I would’ve choked if I had any air to choke on, so I focus on not biting him as he starts to face-fuck me. He pulls out, and I gasp for breath, tears running into my hairline, drool splattering all over me as I look up, taking pleasure in the look of carnal satisfaction on his face as he stares down at me.

He sits up, leaning further over the top of me and reaching for something beside me. He nudges my legs apart, pressing something hard between them. “Squeeze your legs together, baby girl. Hold this in place.” I do as I’m told, moaning loudly as it vibrates. Then his dick is back in my mouth, and I’m choking on my pleasure and his cock.

I can’t breathe, the vibrations on my clit so intense that all I can do is moan around his dick in my throat. He pulls out without preamble, spit splashing all over my face as I cough and sputter through a moan, my orgasm right there on the brink. But then Dare reaches over, and the vibration stops, and I scream again. “You motherfucker. Oh, my god. I fucking hate you.”

He’s right in my face, his tongue against my skin, licking away my tears and saliva. I try to shake him off, but he grabs my head between his hands and holds me steady. “You fucking love me, and you know it.”

I shake my head and his hands. “How could I possibly? All you do is torture me.”

He gives me that dark chuckle that vibrates up from his chest, and I feel my insides flutter. Fucking asshole.

“Come on now, baby girl. Don’t be like that.”

I turn my face away from him, not wanting to give in too easily while also wanting to give in because I’m a pain in the ass like that. He moves down, situating himself between my spread legs, and then his cock is pressing in exactly where I want him. I grab onto the ropes attached to the headboard, using them as leverage to get my feet under me, and I buck my hips, taking the tip inside. He leans closer, his upper body hovering over me as he brushes his lips against mine. “That’s right. That’s my good fucking girl.”

I am a good fucking girl.

I moan in pleasure, adjusting my grip on the ropes so I have better control of my movements as I slide down on his cock. I release a panting moan, rotating my hips so I’m fucking him from below. He remains still, allowing me to use him for my pleasure, but I know it won’t last. He wants me to think I’m going to get mine, and then he’ll pull it away from me at the last second, like he always does.

I continue to move my hips, my feet bracing under me as I pick up my pace, taking him deeper, harder, and faster. I feel the tension in his body, see the look on his face, and know he’s preparing to pull away, to control my response. I try to relax, to control my body and my breathing, but it’s no use. I can feel it right there, and I want it.

His hands settle on either side of me as he makes a move to shift back, and that’s when I yank harder on my restraints, my legs sliding down until I hook my feet around his thighs, and I pull him into me. “Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”

He smirks at me, a dirty chuckle vibrating up from his chest, sending my insides soaring. He drops his head closer to mine, and his lips press against my own, his tongue shoving in and stroking mine. He pulls back and presses his forehead against mine, his eyes boring into me as he says, “You gonna take what you want, baby girl?”

I buck my hips up, but I’ve lost most of my leverage in this new position, my range of motion restricted. I lick his lips, suck his tongue into my mouth, and sob in frustration. “More. I need more. Fuck me. Oh, fuck.”

He pushes his upper body away from me, and I whine at the loss, but then he reaches over me, releasing each of my wrists so my torso falls back onto the mattress. He leans back on his haunches, and I adjust my legs upward so they hook around his waist, my heels digging into his ass. His fingertips dig into my hips, and he uses both hands to pull me into his thrusting hips. “Touch yourself for me. Rub your fingers over that needy clit and come for me.”

I move my hand down, touching myself as directed, and he fucks me with sharp, jabbing thrusts that hit the very end of me, then slide back out over my G-spot. He’s grunting with effort, his teeth bared, and his wild eyes on my face as he watches me.

I open my mouth to speak as pleasure flows through my body, but nothing comes out but broken sobs and moans. He fucks me harder and faster, growling deep in his chest. “You want me to give it to you? Do you want your prize?”

I sob out a moan, my words breathless as I respond, “That’s right. Give your good fucking girl what she deserves.”

“Fuck. Fuck. Oh, fuck. You gotta come all over my dick. Come all over me. Take it. Take what’s yours.” His breathy shouts cause my insides to throb, and then he changes his movements subtly, my hand falling away as he drives himself against my clit with every inward thrust—measured, slow, and firm.

I focus on the slap of his body against mine, and my hands come up, reaching for him. He drops his face into my palms, and it’s the look he gives me, those golden eyes boring into my eyes with lust, need, and love.

He pulls back, then shoves back inside with a slap of our bodies together, pushing in and in and in, grinding against my clit until the tension inside me snaps with a sobbing curse. My body trembles, and I gasp for breath. “Oh, god. Oh, fuck. Yes. Do it. Fuck me.”

He freezes like that, pushed deep inside, suspended over me with a look of pure euphoria on his features. He doesn’t blink; instead, he stares right into my soul as his dick pulses inside of me.

We remain like that, our bodies connected, and eyes locked for a few moments before he adjusts his grip and lowers my hips to the mattress. He follows me down, his arms moving under my shoulders and his hands cupping my head as he drops his head and presses his lips to mine, kissing me deeply, languorously. Then he pulls back a bit, so his lips still brush mine as he whispers, “Tell me.”

I smile, my hands reaching up to stroke through his hair as I say, “No.”

He shakes his head at me, but he’s smiling. “You’re such a pain in my ass.”

“Well, if that’s your thing, I certainly could be.”

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