The fingers inside me jabbed at a particularly sensitive spot, while at the same time he bit down on the other side of my neck. Pain and pleasure were indistinguishable. Everything melted together into one intense moment of feeling. I didn’t even realize I was screaming until I felt the hoarse tickle in my throat.
He continued to drive his fingers in and out of me, hitting my most pleasurable spot every time. Each thrust didn’t come with another bite, but he did tangle one hand tightly into my hair to keep my head pressed down against the mattress, and the tugging left a constant tingle along my scalp.
I lost myself in the sensation and panted so hard that the sheets beneath my face grew wet with spit. The knot in my gut twisted tighter and tighter, pushing me toward an end that I both feared and longed for.
Then, all at once, everything stopped.
“Not so fast,” Brody said before nipping the shell of my ear. “We aren’t done. I’m not even inside you yet.”
His fingers inside me disappeared, and even the hand tangled in my hair pulled away. The sudden loss of sensation left me reeling. I was desperate to get him back and tried to chase after him, only to be reminded of my bound wrists.
Tugging at the ropes hard enough to shake the headboard, I begged as tears dripped from my eyes.
“Please. Wait. No. Come back. I need… I need more.”
It wasn’t long until his weight was pressing down on me again, spreading my legs wide enough to accommodate his hips, but even that short time was too much. I practically sighed in relief when I felt the hard shaft of his cock sliding against my bruised ass. While I’d been panicking, he’d prepared himself with a condom and more lube, meaning he wasn’t going to hesitate much longer.
Any moment now, I’d finally be satisfied.
That moment came almost immediately, and yet it was still too slow.
Grabbing onto both my shoulders, Brody lined himself up and thrust inside me. I felt every inch of him as my inner muscles stretch to accommodate him, but it wasn’t enough.
I needed more.
Harder.
Faster.
When he was only about halfway inside, I gripped onto the headboard and used the leverage to thrust my hips back into him, slamming him the rest of the way home all at once.
We both groaned in unison. Brody dug his fingers into the meat of my shoulder as he clung tightly to me, adding more bruises to the already impressive series of marks he’d left decorating my skin.
He was rough, almost uncaring, as he pulled most of the way out and shoved in again. Each thrust shoved me down hard against the bed, driving the air from my lungs until I could barely breathe. Black spots danced across my vision. I could barely move. Even my fingers didn’t want to respond and could only meekly cling to the headboard.
It was ecstasy and oblivion all at once. Hot tears rolled down my cheeks as I gave in to the overwhelming sensations and suffered joyously inside my own skin.
“You’re crying now?” Brody panted as he rutted into me.
There wasn’t enough air in my lungs to speak. I could barely even nod, but I managed to jerk my head just enough to get the meaning across.
He thrust in hard again, even deeper than before. “Good. You fucking asked for this. So, take it.”
As he continued pounding into me, he buried his teeth in my flesh again. The sting was never enough to indicate that he drew blood, but it was a close call. He littered bite marks all across my neck, shoulders, and even part of my back. Anywhere his mouth could reach was fair game, and I gave it all to him. There wasn’t an inch of my body that I tried to hide.
The faster he went, the slower my thoughts became, until the only thing inside my head was a gray mist. I floated between the line of pleasure and pain like driftwood on the ocean, helplessly going wherever the current took me.
Time passed slowly, yet before I knew it, Brody was speeding up even harder and faster inside me. I could tell he was close, and while I didn’t want it to end, I also didn’t want him to hold back.
Brody wrapped his hand around me to grip my cock and started stroking me in time to his thrusting. My whole body tensed, clenching down around him. The pleasure in my gut, which had slowly been coiling tighter and tighter, abruptly sprang loose. I came with a shout that was muffled against the pillow, spilling my release across the lines of his fingers.
At the same time, Brody grabbed onto the headboard with his other hand for extra leverage, thrust deeper inside than he ever had before, and followed me into his own climax.
I couldn’t have described the moment to save my life. Words like pleasure and ecstasy weren’t enough. Bliss was an accurate term, but it was also too soft. The feelings that passed between us weren’t soft. They were rough and aggressive, like the heat of burning gunpowder igniting inside a gun. My release had hit me with the force of a bullet, equal parts pain and pleasure, and I couldn’t have been happier about it.
When the intense sensations finally let us go, Brody collapsed on top of me. If I’d been any smaller, I would have been completely crushed. Even now, my shoulders felt the strain as my arms remained tied to the headboard, and my lungs struggled to draw in a much-needed breath.
“Oh, sorry,” Brody said when he noticed my gasping and quickly raised himself off of me. “Hold on. Let me get that.”