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18
ALENA
Those words escape me in a rush.
It’s all I can think about.
My entire mind is mush. My body aches like a bruise, and no corner of my soul is left untouched. I lost track of when, but at some point, during one of Kristof’s strikes, my core clenched in a way I’ve never felt before. With it came a deep, searing need to be touched by his hands, and each further strike of leather denied me such a touch.
Now, I’m begging for it.
“Please,” I gasp wetly, saliva flooding my mouth as I stare at Kristof through a warm haze. Every fiber of my being cries out for him. I’m fucked up. There’s no denying that now. I’m in pain, but I’m so turned on that it hurts in a different way. All I want is him.
Somewhere along the line, the pleasure and pain pathways in my brain seem to have gotten messed up because they’re one and the same right now. Even the coolness of the wall behind me brings little relief while Kristof stands there and watches me.
“Please,” I desperately gasp again. “You said you wouldn’t fuck me until I–I asked, and, Sir, I’m here, begging you. Please. I’m so…” Words fail me, and I shake my head, barely feeling the strands of my hair that pull from being caught against my sweat-slicked skin.
“You’re so…?” he asks, his voice deepening.
Everything around me falls away, and all that exists is him.
“I don’t know. Everything hurts, but I feel so good at the same time, and I–I need you to touch me, please. Sir, please!”
“Pain and pleasure are the same if you treat it correctly,” Kristof says. “I like pain. Clearly, you do too.”
I’m fucked.
“Please.” The word falls like a prayer from my lips as I pull at my restraints. What do I need to do to get him to touch me? To get a taste of that thick cock? Every breath grates against my throat, and my entire body throbs in time to my racing heart. I blink slowly, then suddenly, Kristof is taking off his shirt.
My heart stops.
The swirling black ink over the tanned skin of his arms has always been a favorite of mine. As he peels back his shirt, more is revealed. The ink swirls up in lines and patterns across his shoulders, then down his thick pecs. Through my haze, I can make out flowers and a few birds among thorns. All that detail surrounds a tiger whose hind legs and tail start at his abdomen, sweeping up his chest and out of sight under his right arm. The head and front paws reappear over his left shoulder. If I had the strength, I’d ask to see his back now that I’m sober enough to take in the details.
He’s beautiful, and I ache for him.
Kristof surges forward, and his mouth collides with mine in a clash of biting teeth. He kisses me hard and deep. I moan immediately, eyes fluttering closed, and in the darkness, my body throbs red-hot. His bare chest presses against my swollen breasts, and the skin contact flares up a fire of pain across every welt and whip mark that decorates my body.
It’s too much. I sob over his tongue as his kiss consumes me.
It’s not enough. I try to press off the wall into his arms.
His rough hands stroke my sides, caressing down to my waist and gripping my hips like iron clamps. His tongue weaves against mine, and the kiss is so consuming I forget to breathe. Only when my chest burns and my body trembles does he break. Gasping for air, one of his hands cups my jaw tightly, and the pressure of his fingers makes me open my eyes.
“Ask me again, pet,” he says slowly. His voice is so deep that the words might as well have been growled by the tiger on his shoulder.
I wet my lips. “Fuck me, Sir. Please fuck me, I need something, anything you can give me. I want you—no, I need you. Please, I?—”
My head flies back from his grip, and my entire body jolts upward as Kristof’s thick cock suddenly thrusts into me with no warning. I didn’t even hear his jeans fall, but it doesn’t matter. He splits me open in one full thrust, spearing as deep as he can reach from this angle. My lips part in a silent scream, and then a deep curl of embarrassment warms in my chest as I come.
It’s a powerful orgasm, one that consumes me in heat from head to toe and turns every flaring welt on my body into a point of pleasure. I writhe against the wall, caught between Kristof and my restraints. My eyes roll back while my pussy clenches rhythmically around his cock.
One touch and I came.
Kristof’s deep, husky laughter reaches my ears as my orgasm slowly starts to fade.
“Well, you weren’t kidding,” he says in a low voice. I open my eyes, and our eyes lock together. All color has vanished from them. His pupils are blown so wide with desire that I’m simply staring into a heated darkness. I try to take a breath, but his cock is buried so deeply inside me that it feels like my very lungs are fighting for space.
“Please,” I whisper hoarsely.
