Taunt Me (Rough Love Book 2) (10 page)

“You like it big. You like a huge cock destroying your pussy.” I twisted a hand in her hair, pulling hard. “You want my huge cock inside you, stretching you and hurting you.”

“God, yes, yes,
yes
. Please,
oww.
” She tried to stop me from pulling her hair and I slapped her face for it.

“You let me do what I want,” I reminded her in a hard voice. “You let me do what I want to your fucking body. You’re my slut, my cunt, my toy to play with.” She made a little “uh” sound each time I surged into her. “And when I’m done getting off in your pussy, you’re going to take this huge cock in your ass. Now put your hands over your head. Put them on the fucking wall and leave them there.”

She obeyed as her body jerked in my arms. I was plowing her out, driving inside her with ramrod force. Her fists banged against the wall, a sound that resonated up my spine.

“I swear to fuck...” I wanted to yell at her to stop it, but most of the blood had left my brain. There was only the animal sense left, the need to overpower and subdue. She wrapped her legs around my waist and bucked against me. I shoved her dress up and over her head, and flung it away. Her raised arms jutted her chest forward in my face. I jerked down the cups of her bra so her tits were exposed, offered up to me like fucking candy, like brown sugar and cream.

I licked her bared nipples to sensitize them, then sucked each of them hard. She reached down to restrain me, trying to push my head away.
Ohhh, bad girl.
She didn’t get to do that, as my angry growl attested. If she was my slave, I would have punished her with her hands cuffed behind her back, and painful clamps applied to her nipples over and over until she understood the consequences of resistance. Instead I spanked her bottom, five hard swats on each cheek, while she wailed and raised her hands back against the wall.

“It hurts,” she cried. “Ow! Please.”

“Yes, it hurts,” I said, squeezing her breasts. “You deserve it.”
Bad girl, for making me ache and starve, and want you.
“Are you going to be good?”

“Y-yes! Yes, Sir. Please. Oh God!”

That “Oh God” was shorthand for “I need to come.” I could tell by the way she snapped her hips, and the way her muscles tensed as her thighs gripped me. I remembered how it felt when she was about to come, no matter how long it had been.

I ground against her clit, fucking her deep as she made gasping, begging sounds. Her whole body trembled, a delicate vase about to shatter, a firecracker about to explode. As for me, I’d long since lost my mind.
Animal.
I felt like an animal. I fucked her like an animal. She was riding me like an animal and banging her fists against the wall.

“Come on,” I said. “You hungry little slut. I want to feel you come on my cock.”

“I can’t,” she cried.

“You’re going to.” I took her down to the floor, or maybe my legs collapsed from the pressure building behind my balls. I shoved her thighs open, hard and wide, and stretched myself over her, pressing her wrists to the floor. I went even deeper in her now. She tossed her head back and forth, so beautiful in surrender. I felt the exact moment the struggle left her body. I saw the tension bleed away from her face and then I felt her pussy clamp around me. She sobbed, twisting her hips.

My balls contracted and my cock exploded, the built-up pressure shooting outward in waves that turned me inside out and left me enervated. “Jesus fucking Christ,” I gasped. “Holy fuck.”

The orgasm went on forever, pulse after pulse of rending bliss. She was still breathing hard, arching under me. I stayed buried in her pussy, riding the afterglow for all I was worth. At last I came back to earth, from animal to civilized man. Well, mostly civilized man.

“Good girl,” I said when I could speak. “No. Don’t move yet. I’m not done with you yet.”

I eased off her a moment later. She reached for me, but I stretched her arms up again and held her wrists against the floor. “I said not to move. Stay there, or I’ll blister your ass with my fucking belt. Do you understand?”

I wasn’t sure she’d obey. Our hot, violent tryst had left her a little scattered. I knelt back, watching her with a warning look, and forced her legs open when she tried to close them.

“What are you going to do now?” she asked. I left her lying there, threw away the condom and started to undress. She sounded scared, petulant, horny, confused, all those wonderful emotions. She was the same old Chere. It was like I’d never left.

“I told you what I was going to do,” I replied, throwing my shirt and pants over the edge of the couch.

She gave me a pleading look. “I haven’t—I haven’t done anal since you went away. I don’t think I’m ready to take you in the ass.”

“I don’t care if you’re ready. You’ll manage. Don’t you dare close those legs.” They’d begun inching together again. Poor, scared Chere. Her pussy had gotten the quick, impulsive fuck. Her ass was going to get worked over for a whole lot longer. She remembered. She knew.

“Please,” she said, but at my glare, she fell silent. She was under my control now, the way she ought to be. The way she
wanted
to be. I stroked myself for a few minutes, watching her, thinking how beautiful and open she was.

“Do you want to touch yourself?” I asked. Her pussy was so wet the moisture was running down into her ass crack.

Her thigh muscles tightened. “Yes, please.”

“Well, you can’t. Not yet. I’ll let you rub your clit once I’m inside your asshole, if I think you deserve it.”

Her quiet whimper of frustration brought me to full hardness again. I raised an eyebrow. “You’re lucky I don’t have any clamps.”

I knelt between her legs and rolled on a condom, then jammed a few fingers into her pussy, collecting the copious wetness. “Look at me,” I ordered as I smoothed my fingers down to her asshole. Her gaze met mine as her tiny ring tensed at my touch. I used her pussy juices to ease in a finger, then two. “You
are
tight,” I said in a low voice. “This is going to hurt you.”

“Please, don’t. I haven’t been fucked in the ass in so long. I wish you wouldn’t.”

“Girls like you need to be fucked in the ass all the time.” I eased in another two fingers, stretching her open.

“Oww,” she whined, arching her hips. I’d forgotten how much I loved her whining and complaining. So much drama, pretending she didn’t like things. She was so worked up right now she was about to explode from it. If she was on her stomach, she’d be humping the floor, which was why I kept her on her back with her legs spread. No pleasure for her yet.

“Look at me,” I said in a sharper voice, when her eyes started closing. She had four fingers inside her now, stretching, probing, making her squirm. It was so quiet, so still in her apartment. There was only her and me, and the halting sound of her breath.

“Tell me your name,” she said between her teeth. “Tell me, or I won’t let you do this.”

“Oh, you’re going to let me do it,” I said with a chuckle. “And I’m not paying you for it either. You’re not a whore anymore, except when I want you to be.”

She was about to start whining again. I slapped her legs open when she attempted to close them. “Price,” I said. “My name’s Price, but when you’re on the floor with my fingers in your asshole, you’ll call me Sir.”

“Price?” She looked dazed. Maybe the moment was anticlimactic? She’d waited all that time to know my name, and what had it really changed?

“Price,” I snapped. “P-R-I-C-E. As in a sum or value, something to be paid.” I spread her legs wider and gestured to my swollen cock. “You’re about to pay with your fucking ass.”

She tensed as I pressed the head of my cock against her hole. “Why did you disappear?” she asked. “Why did you leave? I would have been your ‘whore’ for as long as you wanted.”

I wasn’t ready to go there yet, to explain why I had to get the hell away from her, why I was anxious about being here even now. Instead I fisted my cock and tried to wedge the lubricated head past her clenching sphincter. “Let me in,” I said, holding her troubled gaze. “I don’t want to force things, but I will if I have to.”

She bit her lip. I could see she was trying, but she was so small, and I was so large. Every time I pressed an inch inside, she pushed me out again.

“It’s because I’m scared. You scare me.”

I didn’t reply to that. Yes, I scared her. I wanted to scare her and thrill her and turn her on. She was my perfect fit, even if she was having a little trouble accommodating my thick prick in her asshole.

“I have lube,” she said in a small, guilty voice. “In my bedroom, in the bedside table, I have a bottle of lubricant.”

I stared down at her with a stern look. “Why would you have lube? I thought you haven’t had anal. You said that to me, not five minutes ago.”

“Well, I haven’t. But I...” Oh God, her shame was glorious. “I used the lube to...”

“To play with your ass?” The more she blushed, the more I would make her confess, in excruciatingly explicit detail. “Because I know you wouldn’t need lube for your pussy. You drip like a faucet every time I so much as look at you. You must have been using that lubricant to play with your ass.”

She couldn’t hold my gaze anymore. “Chere,” I said in a warning tone. “You fucking look at me when I talk to you. Did you masturbate your horny little asshole? Did you put things inside it?”

She brought one of her arms down to cover her eyes. I smacked it back up again. “Don’t,” she cried.

“What did you put in your asshole, girl? Dildos? Butt plugs? Any fucking thing that was hard and round and thick? Do you have butt plugs in your bedside table?”

“Yes,” she admitted. “Only one.”

“You lied to me then, when you said you weren’t ready, that you didn’t want to have anal.”

“Can I go get the lube?” she begged, as I fisted my cock again.

“Hell no, you can’t go get the lube. You lied to me, you little anal whore.”

There was ample lube, between her pussy juices and what was on the condom. There was enough to get inside her, not that it would feel very good. But I didn’t want this to feel too good.

“Bad girls who tell lies get punished.” I pressed into her hole, and this time, I put the weight of my hips behind it. The head eased in as she wriggled in pain. Her body stretched for me, as it was made to do. “Pretend it’s your butt plug,” I taunted her.

“It hurts,” she said, tensing, fighting. “It hurts, it hurts.”

“That’s because you’re not surrendering. Let it happen. You deserve this. You
want
this, or you wouldn’t have lube in your side table, would you?”

So delicious, to shame her and pry her ass open at the same time. The sensation, the pleasure, the intimate violence of the act nearly overpowered me. Her distress made my balls throb. I pushed deeper, four, five inches in, the lube on the condom making the invasion possible even without her cooperation.

“Don’t,” I said, when her hands came down to push me away. “Don’t dare.”

“It hurts. Can I touch my pussy now? Can I touch my clit?”

“No, bad girls don’t get to touch their clits. You lied to me,” I reminded her. “You were a bad girl.”

“Please,” she cried, but she could see from the look in my eyes that it wasn’t happening. She tossed her head in a frantic way. Her spine arched as I drove in a few more inches. I was almost balls deep, buried inside her. Poor Chere. So horny, so needy, and all I gave her was pain. Her pelvis moved in tiny, gingerly increments. I took her hips in my hands and drove the rest of the way in.

“Oh, God,” she gasped.

Yes, I felt like praying too. It was a moment for me, a scintillating moment of controlling her in this brutal way.

“Do you feel full?” I asked. “Does this feel good, baby?”

She shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut, but I just laughed.

“Admit it. It feels like heaven to you. You’re the type of woman who needs more than a butt plug to feel satisfied. Were you thinking about my cock when you shoved things in your asshole? When you smeared them with lube and slid them deep inside you?” I started to move in her, all the way out, then all the way back in again with rough, dominating strokes. She shuddered, spreading her hands out over her head.

“Is this what you thought about?” I asked again. “Am I the one you fantasized about when you shoved toys in your asshole?”

She shook her head, hopeless, helpless denial, but then she admitted the truth. It spilled from her lips on a sob. “Yes. Yes!”

She trembled and bucked as I pumped her hole. I held her hips harder, so she couldn’t evade me, couldn’t move an inch to disrupt my steady pile-driving. “I’m back now,” I said, facing the fact that this wouldn’t be some one-off session. “You won’t need that butt plug anymore. Or any extra lube, once I have you trained again.”

Her breath came faster, disintegrating into gasps. I would have made her look at me but she was so gone, so wrecked. I didn’t want to pull her from her world of dark, hurting submission. I wanted her to bask in all the surrender she felt.

“Oh, please.” She sounded like some injured creature, emitting small whimpers and pants. “Please can I touch myself?”

“Yes, you can touch yourself. Squeeze your nipples. Hurt your nipples for me while I pound your ass.”

“No. Please! My pussy!”

“Pinch your fucking nipples.” I let go of her hips to guide her hands to her breasts. Her nipples were rock hard, standing up in rigid points. She started to tug at them with a beautiful, angry expression. “Pinch them hard,” I said. “Harder! Twist them back and forth between your fingers.”

I demonstrated briefly, wresting a cry of agony from her throat. She was happy to replace my fingers with hers. She didn’t hurt herself as much as I could have, but she obeyed me, pinching and twisting her sensitive peaks.

“That’s right,” I said, enjoying the tortured expression on her face. “I would have let you jack yourself off, if you’d told the truth from the start.
I haven’t done anal since you went away
,” I sneered in a high, mocking voice. “
I’m not ready.
”

“I’m sorry I lied.” She tossed her head back, jerking at the tips of her tits. “I’m sorry. I won’t lie again. Please let me touch my pussy. Please let me come.”