Page 71 of Stand: Part One
“Ah!” I cried out, tugging uselessly at my restraints.
He fucked me from behind, my wrists and ankles still awkwardly trapped while my bruised ass took another beating from Darren’s hips.
My blood rushed as my orgasm began to build, my body already primed and on edge thanks to his belt. But just before I could fall over the edge, Darren grabbed my hips and pulled me back until I was sitting on his lap. The reverse cowgirl position felt awkward as I had to rely entirely on him to keep me from falling over, but Darren didn’t seem all that concerned as he began to bounce me on his dick.
“Ah fuck!” I moaned as the position was so much deeper now, and my ass burned from the new contact.
Reaching around, Darren gripped my throat and hauled my back to his chest until my head was leaning against his shoulder. The position stretched me so much farther, exposing my clit for his other hand to easily pinch between his two fingers. I jolted, my core clenching as I came all over Darren’s cock, a wail of pleasure escaping my lips.
A single breath later, he grabbed my hips and spun me around to straddle his front. With his hands wrapped around my hips and ass, he continued to bounce me on his cock and sent me chasing the coattails of my orgasm. A few hard and brutal thrusts later, Darren came, a deep groan rolling up his throat as he held me still.
I was panting, my chest heaving as I tried to come down from everything, my head hanging low. Hoping to alleviate some of the burning pressure against my ass, I tried to lift just an inch, but the slightest movement had Darren pinning me back down.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
I shook my head. “Just an inch north,” I answered innocently.
An evil smirk curved in the corner of his lips, his hands snaking back to press his fingertips against the agony of his handiwork.
“Hurting?” he asked suggestively, his tone dark and playful. The tone that left a nervous flutter in my chest.
I gritted my teeth and tensed my shoulders as he cruelly played with my abused skin, running his short nails steadily up and down my ass.
“I gathered that was the point.”
“Do you have anything else you’d like to complain about? Now would be the time.”
“Well, now that you mention it,” I said, taking in a few breaths, my hair hanging loosely over my face. “We could address the impending stir-crazy that’s headed your way.”
Darren tsked. “Sounds like a personal problem.”
I huffed a short laugh. “My problems are your problems.”
His fingers squeezed harder into my skin, causing me to hiss behind gritted teeth. His cock was still unbelievably hard inside me, further adding to my discomfort as I tried to shift.
“And you think being a little brat is the best way to solve those problems?” he asked, a warning in his voice.
I smiled through the pain. “Let’s not pretend how badly you needed that just now. You’ve been a dick all week, so you’re welcome. Now pay a bitch for her services.”
Darren chuckled darkly, the deep rumble making my skin break out in goose bumps. He couldn’t deny that if it were anyone else, he would have been so bored by now, because they would have been dead inside.
Yet here I was, day in and day out, challenging him at every turn, ready for the rumble and tumble, and then getting back up for round two a week later.
He claimed I needed him, but the truth was he needed me far more than I ever would. Any rich asshole could provide me with a life of luxury, but I was the only one who could give Darren what he truly desired and actually survive it. He needed to give credit where credit was fucking due.
Painfully slow, Darren dragged his fingertips from my ass and back to my hips, my jaw clenching to keep from whimpering at the pain. And then one hand shot out and snatched my throat, squeezing hard and yanking me closer. His other hand reached up to tuck my loose hair away from my face, and I finally had the strength to meet his gaze.
“You play a dangerous game, little girl,” he growled.
I nodded slightly at the truth. “Your favorite one,” I choked out.
But I knew that eventually this game we played so often would turn deadly, and only one of us was going to walk away alive.
With a snarl, Darren jerked me closer and slammed his lips against mine. He kissed me savagely, his mouth claiming mine while his tongue plundered inside. I surged forward, seizing the opportunity to rise on my knees as far as I was allowed, and pressed myself into him.
It wasn’t long before I found myself flat on my back, Darren’s mouth assaulting my neck as he began to fuck me all over again.
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