Page 35 of Bleeding Hearts Duet

“Your purity,” he rasped. “I never could have known how addicting it would be. I want to see how far I can take you. How much you will let me do with you.”

“But why?” I whispered.

“I can’t explain why,” he said unapologetically. “It’s just what I want. I want to fuck your ass and taste your tears while I do it.”

The way he spoke was so depraved, I should have been demanding that he release me at once. But I wasn’t sure if it was the challenge in his voice or some baser part of myself that had me hesitating. I wanted to prove him wrong. To show him how strong I was. To play the game, I reminded myself.

“What will you do to me?” I asked.

He ran a hand down my back and over my hip, and my entire body shuddered beneath him.

“I don’t know yet,” he answered. “Whatever I feel like doing at the moment.”

“And if I tell you to stop?”

“Then I would stop.”

“And the agreement?”

“Would not be affected,” he said.

I clenched and unclenched my hands several times, unsure whether this was something I could really go through with. At first, I thought I was considering it strictly because of my hidden motivations. But the more that I thought about it, the unknown possibilities… the more my body reacted.

Was it possible that I actually wanted the pain like he said? That I craved it?

“Okay,” I whispered before I could change my mind.

A rush of air escaped his lips as he pulled my face upwards and greeted me with a brutal kiss. His breath was sweet against mine, tasting of mint and a faint hint of Whiskey.

“That’s my good girl.”

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My ass clenched as he shoved the plug deeper. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from making a noise. I didn’t want him to know how difficult this was for me. How scary.

He twisted the cool metal around inside of me, sending waves of foreign sensations throughout my core. Everything was amplified in this forbidden place, more intense. After the initial bite of pain, liquid heat flooded my body. Somewhere during the process, I had arched into his touch, silently begging for more.

His fingers feathered along my back, warming my already sensitive skin. It was the barest of touches, and yet it threatened to send me over the edge. My skin prickled and my nipples tightened when he twisted the plug again, effectively pulling it free. He replaced it with the head of his cock, and I grunted when he began to push inside.

The plug was one thing, but he was much bigger, and now I was stretched to my limit. There was a burning sensation as he invaded the tight channel, and it took every ounce of my will not to make a sound.

“Goddammit,” he groaned. “I’ve thought about fucking you this way so many times. But nothing compares to the real thing.”

The rapturous tone of his voice continued to surprise me. That I could affect someone this way. I didn’t understand it, and I was certain I never would. But right or wrong, it was hard not to let it get to me. Knowing I could drive someone to this level of crazy. To make him resort to these methods just to be inside of me. It only propelled my need to win this game even further.

He started to move, sliding in and out of me and igniting a dormant furnace inside of my belly. The sounds were flowing freely from my mouth now, and there was no stopping them. He’d reduced me to nothing more than an animal as he gripped my hips and plunged deep inside of me, his pelvis slapping against my ass cheeks.

“Do you like that?” he grunted.

I whimpered but didn’t respond.

He leaned forward and cocooned his body around mine, baring his teeth against the soft part of my throat. He dragged them along the skin and clamped down, making me buck against him as pleasure and pain warred inside of me.

He soothed the sting of his bite with a kiss and then moved his lips to my ear.

“I like to take it out on you.”

His words jolted me into a state of violent convulsions as I exploded around him, held up only by his arm around my waist. When I thought he’d squeezed every last ounce of pleasure from my body, he started to thrust harder.

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