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Drake slid his hand up my hip and across my stomach, then he paused below my breast. All I wanted was for him to go further. I needed his hands on me. And mine on him.
I moved my hand down to his crotch. Through his pants, his dick pressed against the fabric like a bar of steel. He let out a sigh as I squeezed him through the cotton. His hand moved fast and took my breast in his palm, squeezing powerfully. It should’ve hurt. Any other time it would have made me shove a guy off and run. It was painful, but tonight, I liked it.
Pulling my lips from his, nearly breathless, I whispered, “Pinch me. Pinch my nipple.”
Without a question, Drake did as I asked, sliding his hand under my shirt, taking the hard nub of flesh between his fingers and pinching, twisting it slightly. A bright flash of pain arced across my breast, but it sent tingling waves of pleasure all the way down to my crotch. My pussy was wet already but that made it worse. God, why did that feel good? Was it the alcohol or had some strange and hidden part of me been unleashed? Maybe this place had totally twisted my mind. All I wanted was more of the same.
Kissing him again, I slid my pants down, revealing my ass. Once more breaking the kiss, I pressed my lips to his ear. “Slap my ass. Hard.” I licked his earlobe when I was done speaking.
Drake sucked in a shuddering breath but again did as I asked. The crack sound came like a gunshot when his palm and fingers crashed into the flesh. A moan escaped my lips as I asked him to do it again. Another crack. The cheek he was striking felt hot from the slaps, but part of me loved it.
Frantic with need, I dug my hand under his waistband and wrapped my fingers around his cock. I wanted it inside me more than anything I’d ever wanted in my life. Drake’s hand moved from my breast to inner thigh. An instant later, two of his fingers slipped into my soaking wet pussy. Gasping, I pressed my hips into his hand, wishing it was his cock instead.
Our lips found each other again. We kissed as I stroked his cock, and he fucked me with his fingers. Each time he pulled his fingers out of me, he circled my clit with his fingertips. My body shuddered with desire.
This. This was heaven, even if we were in hell.
“You’ve got to fuck me, Drake. Fuck me now,” I moaned.
Grunting with effort, he flipped me over. The kiss of the cold air on my ass lasted only an instant before he slapped my other ass cheek, sending a bolt of both pleasure and pain through me.
“Oh god, yes.” I groaned.
Drake tugged his own pants down, and almost had them off when—
Bong. “Housemates have five minutes to get to their rooms. I trust everyone had an enjoyable night.”
“Fuuuuuuuck,” I shouted into the pillow, muffling my voice.
“God damn it,” Drake muttered. He sounded as irritated as I did. “You better hurry. I don’t want you getting into trouble. I’m already in my room.”
Yanking my pants back up, I was almost in tears from frustration. So close. So goddamned close.
“Okay,” I mumbled. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
I left quickly. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been so angry. The one night of enjoyment I’d been having in the place, and the best part had been interrupted. God, I hated it here.
Back in my room, I didn’t even wait for the door to shut on its own. I slammed it and flopped onto my bed and stared at the ceiling. I was still wet, and horny, and pissed off. I was sure Liam, Bri, and Elise probably had plenty of time to do what they wanted to do. If Sam were there at that moment, I’d have kicked him in the balls.
All I could do was remember Drake. His smell, the way he moaned. It was almost like I could still feel his fingers inside me. Closing my eyes, I tried to recall how thick his cock had felt in my hand. The camera was on, of that I was sure, but I didn’t give a shit. He could have whatever show he wanted, but I wasn’t going to get to sleep until I took care of something first.
The sex toys I’d been given the other day had vanished. I didn’t give a shit, though. I needed to come. Right then. If I didn’t, I thought my head might explode. I pulled my pants down and slipped my hand between my legs. First one finger, then a second, and finally a third slid into my pussy as I imagined Drake’s massive dick filling me. After a few moments, I relaxed further and let out a contented sigh as I thrust my fingers in and out in a steady rhythm, rubbing my clit with my palm with each stroke. It wasn’t as good as the real thing, but it would get the job done.
Or so I thought. After nearly five minutes, I hadn’t managed to get off yet. It was a shock when a small voice at the back of my head whispered what I needed. Pain. Not a lot, but a little might get me over the edge. Tugging my shirt up with my free hand, I flicked my fingers across my left nipple. Gently grazing the flesh until it was hard and erect. The way the tissue tightened sent a pleasurable jolt down my pussy. My fingers slid in and out even faster.
When I took the nipple between my finger and thumb, I imagined it was Drake. I pinched and gasped, nearly arching my back. I’d barely done anything and it’d felt so good. Urged on, I closed my eyes and thought about Drake straddling me, grinding his cock inside me and pinching me. My desire and need were making me more open to the possibilities. A spur-of-the-moment thought burst into my mind, and I slapped my own breast, just hard enough to hurt.
“Oh, god,” I breathed, it felt so good. I was close.
I grabbed my nipple again, this time instead of pinching, I grabbed the nub of flesh and twisted it hard, the way Drake had done earlier. My jaw dropped open as a sharp searing pain in my nipple not only brought me to climax but made me come harder than I ever had in my life. The pleasure and pain mixed and became one. I jerked and shook on my bed as the orgasm rocked me to the bone, the ecstasy washing across me like a wave. Driven by instinct, I kept twisting my nipple and brought on another, less powerful orgasm.
It was amazing, and a sheen of sweat covered me when I finally let go of my nipple and pulled my fingers away from my clit. Lying there gasping for breath, my nipple ached where I’d pinched myself, but the post-orgasmic bliss washed whatever pain I’d experienced away.
Once I’d brought myself under control, I pulled my pants back up and lowered my shirt. Sam, or whomever he had watching the videos, had gotten all he was going to get out of me. As though they could read my mind, the lights dimmed until the only light was the faint glow of a small night light in the bathroom.
Sliding under the covers, I had a moment of confused panic as I wondered what was happening to me. I’d never, in a million years, would’ve believed I’d have enjoyed that. Pain, even the minor amount I’d subjected myself to, was always something I’d run from. It was an experience and a sensation that was supposed to be avoided at all costs. Now? It was pleasurable.
I lay awake a long time trying to get my head around it.
