Page 64 of Riot's Thorn
There is one section of the building with a partial view, but much to my surprise, knowing that only turns me on more. The kinky side of sex has always interested me, and when I’m alone in my room with my vibrator, the porn I search up includes spankings, degradation, and praise. Was I holding onto my virginity because I instinctually knew the brief relationships I had with men wouldn’t do it for me? Possibly.
“Look at your greedy cunt, glistening with arousal just thinking about someone watching you take my cock.” He parts my folds and spits, hitting my clit. His saliva drips down to my asshole, and he rubs it in, applying pressure to the only hole he hasn’t invaded.
“No,” I say, and this time, I mean it. We’re not doing anal in the desert.
“What did I say?” He flicks my clit. The pain is quick and sharp, making me suck in a breath. “You don’t get to decide. I’ll have you however I want, and you’ll take it like the needy cum slut you are.”
Oh, god. Why does the shameful thrill of the degrading names he hurls ignite something in me? It’s twisted and depraved, yet I can’t deny the exhilaration running through my veins. I shouldn’t crave this, especially not with him, but Idevour his words, relishing in the fact that I amhisanything. Because, in truth, that’s what I want the most.
I want to be his.
This strikingly beautiful yet broken and morally corrupt man awakens something within me after years of complacency. I’ve been walking this Earth for almost twenty-two years, thinking all I needed was the mundane satisfaction everyone around me seemed to have, but I was mistaken.
Riot has made me ferociously angry, ecstatically joyful, and everything in between. He’s shown me what it feels like to be irresistibly sexy and to be driven to madness with pleasure. He’s made me see I’ve been living my life in black and white, and now that he’s shown me colors, I don’t want to go back.
“Lucas.”
He pulls his belt free and does some weird configuration that makes two loops. “Turn around and get on your knees.” When I just stare at him, wondering what he’s getting up to, he growls. “Do it now before I tan your ass red with this belt.”
His threat has me scrambling, my heart pounding in my chest. I even get off on the fear he provokes. Jesus, I’m a therapist’s wet dream. But that fear fades into something warm and squishy when he spreads his leather cut out for me to kneel on.
“Thank you.” I grin over my shoulder, and once again, the mood violently shifts because he yanks my arms behind my back, and his belt becomes handcuffs.
“Unzip me,” he says, thrusting his crotch at my hands.
The task is difficult with my wrists bound and not being able to see, but I think that’s the point. He wants me to struggle to please him. “There.”
“Now take me out.” Thankfully, he pulls his boxers and jeans down once I have a grip on his rigid length. “Stroke me, baby.”
“Like this?” It’s awkward, and my shoulders scream from the position, but god, do I love touching him here. Soft skin stretched over steel with a bulbous mushroom head leaking pre-cum. I’m leaking, too. My inner thighs are sticky with it.
“Fuck, yes.” He reaches under my shirt and palms my breasts through the lace bra. “You can feel what you do to me, and you think I’ll just let you run away?”
“I just?—”
“Never, Little Thorn. The answer is never. I’ll always come after you.” He squeezes my breasts roughly. “Now, let go of me and accept your punishment.”
He leans me forward and bands an arm around my middle, holding me securely so I don’t faceplant. The head of his cock prods at my opening, spreading my arousal around.
“This doesn’t feel like a punishment,” I say. The next word out of my mouth is shouted into the open air as he spears into me, balls deep, with one solid thrust. After that, I don’t even know what happens. There’s no build-up, and he doesn’t bother to position me in a way that’ll hit my G-spot. He doesn’t even play with me.
I now realize what my punishment is. This is purely for him.
“Only good girls get to come,” he says through pounding thrusts that feel good but not good enough. I need more. “Bad girls get used like the whores they are, just a hole to fill. An object to get off in.”
He fists the leather between my cuffed hands and lets go of my middle. If he loses his grip, I’ll fall face-first onto the pokey weeds and unforgiving ground. But I know he won’t. He’s being cruel, but he’d never intentionally hurt me.
His cock swells, and with my legs together like this, it feels as if he might split me in two. Especially with the unforgiving steel bars at his tip. Each time he pushes into my opening, there’s an intense stretch that borders on pain.
“Please,” I beg, twisting my hips to get him where I need him.
He pulls out completely and straightens the arm holding me up. I fall forward until my nose is only a couple of inches from the ground. The pressure it puts on my shoulders has me cursing from the sudden pain. Then his palm comes down on my ass so hard, I don’t feel anything but a red-hot sting. He switches his hold to his right hand, freeing his left to spank my other cheek just as hard.
“What did I say? You don’t get to come.” His palm cracks against my ass again, this time causing tears to prick my eyes. Again and again, he spanks me until I’m sobbing. It’s not even from the pain; my cheeks went numb a few slaps ago. I genuinely don’t know why I’m crying. “Now I’m going to fill you with my cum, and you’ll keep me inside you until I get you home. Maybe that’ll help you remember who’s in charge.”
This time, when he grips my upper arms and sinks back onto his heels, this man is so strong, he’s able to fuck himself into me by pushing and pulling me up and down. He won. I well and truly feel like just an object for him to use. He’s out of his mind angry at me, and somehow, I feel guilty.
He’s right. I shouldn’t have gone down there, and I definitely shouldn’t have run. Where did I think I was going to go? Tears drip down my cheeks as he shoves me down on his cock one last time and roars his release. He pulses as he coats my insides with his seed, and only then do I stop crying.
