Page 20 of Rules We Break

Three quick, light taps on my cock from the sensitive head to the base. My balls tighten, and my abs jump. That feels fucking phenomenal. With my eyes covered, every other sense is heightened. And everything she is doing makes me want to beg for release.

“Do you like that, baby?” she asks. “Do you like it when I give your cock a little pain?”

“Yes,” I answer immediately, my voice sounding hoarse from the excitement. “I do.”

A raspy chuckle escapes her lips, and it frightens and excites me at the same time.

“Should we see how much you can take, then?”

Fuck.This is where knowing I can use the safe word at any time brings me the confidence to let her move forward. Because even though her question may not have seemed like an actual question for consent, it was. She needs it to move forward. Ivy would never do anything against my will.

“Yes, mistress.”

“Good boy, Gregory.”

The crop moves to the side of my cock, and she begins with light touches, alternating from side to side. I know they’re just going to get harder, so I try to control my breathing. Holding my breath only makes it worse and gets me in trouble.

As the delicate taps become harder, the stinging gets worse. The blows are landing all around my cock and balls. My thighs, my hips, and all around my cock—all without actually touching it.

My breathing is heavier as I try my hardest not to move, but my brain is torn. My body is feeling pain and pleasure, and my ass is desperate to flex while my hips are begging to roll up against something. My cock needs relief, and she refuses to give it.

“Keep breathing for me, baby,” she says.

And then the crop lands on my dick.

“Fuck!” I shout, not able to contain it. Because that fuckinghurt. But within seconds, the stinging fades, and all that’s left is a burning hot sensation that makes me want to come on the spot.

“Okay?” she asks, giving my skin a second to breathe and my muscles a chance to relax. “Do we need to say the safe word?”

I take another deep breath.

“No,” I answer. “No, I’m good. Do it again. Please.”

“A slut for pain, aren’t you?” The crop whacks against my dick again. “Mylittle slut for pain,” she almost growls.

I whimper, fighting through the pain to feel that glorious fucking warmth again. Blood pours to my cock and balls, making me so hard it hurts. My dick twitches, and there’s a puddle on my stomach where it lies.

“Can you handle one more, you think?” Another consent question, but her tone is all domme, mocking and fascinated at the same time. But underneath it, she’s waiting for the safe word or for consent.

“Yes.” I grit the word out, knowing that she is probably the closest she’s ever pushed me to using it. But I don’t want to. I want to see how much I can take.

I hear the crop move through the air before I feel it. The pain is intense. My abs clench, and I’m pretty sure my balls disappear inside of me, hiding from the assault she’s wreaking on my body.

But then she’s there, her cool hand running over my heated skin, applying pressure and kissing away the pain. The crop clatters to the floor, and her mouth runs over the areas on my thighs while her hand soothes my abused cock. The long strands of her hair run against my heated flesh and tickle the sensitive spots.

“You did so well.” Her breath floats across the head of my cock, and then her lips wrap around it, sucking me inside.

I hiss, and my hips press up, thrusting deeper. She lets me and runs her hands from my thighs up to my stomach, all while letting me fuck her face. Her teeth skim across the underside of my cock where all of the blows landed, and the little reminder of that pain pushes me even higher.

She moans around my cock when it slips into the back of her throat, and she runs her nails harshly down my front.

“Jesus Christ, Ivy.” I grunt.

She pops off with an audible sucking sound.

“You taste so good.” She’s out of breath, and I’m desperate to lay my eyes on her. I want to see those pretty blue eyes all wild with lust. “You had my mouth watering this whole time, watching you drip for me.”

Her nails dig into my hips as she pulls herself up my body. Gently, she unties the makeshift blindfold and tugs it away from my face. When I’m finally able to see her, my arousal only skyrockets.

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