Page 21 of All Your Pain

When I open my eyes he’s studying my face. “It hurts like this?” he asks curiously.

I nod but I know he wants more than my silent confirmation. For some reason he gets off on me telling him just how he’s destroying me. I hate describing it because it makes everything real and it only heightens my arousal.

“You’re stretching me and hitting me so deep.”

He growls and holds me down on his lap, then he rolls his hips and his cock moves inside me hitting a new sensitive spot making me lose my breath.

“No, don't do that! Stop!” If he keeps it up I’m going to come and I can’t, not again. I should never have done what he wanted, shouldn't have opened my stupid mouth and told him it hurts. Most of all I shouldn’t have given in to my body’s demands.

I should have just ran as soon as I saw him that first night. I sob and lean my forehead against his chest. “Please, stop,” I sob.

“Not when you’re this close, baby. You deserve to feel good.” He pinches my clit and tugs it. The harshness of his touch and the softness of his words push me off the cliff I’ve been teetering on the edge of and I fall headfirst into the crashing waves of my orgasm.

He keeps still as my body jerks on him and my pussy clamps down on his cock sucking him in as deep as it can. “That’s it, baby. Cover me in all your sweet come.”

When it’s over I slump down on his chest but he’s still hard and taking him deeper makes my sensitive pussy ache more.

Thankfully, he removes my hands from around his neck then lifts me off him. He stays seated on the bed as he lays me down on my front, my head resting next to his knee and I think it’s actually over but I’m stupid for thinking he’d show me any mercy.

For a few brief, gentle moments he strokes my hair and my eyelids start to get heavy as I relax. Then his fingers weavefurther into the strands and he grabs me tightly, close to the scalp. I try to reach up to stop him but I’m lying on my cuffed hands and my body’s too spent to move.

With minimal effort he lifts my head and yanks me towards his cock. “Look at how beautifully you covered me in your come.”

I can't even shake my head as he moves me around like a doll. “Lick it,” he demands, roughly and I whimper.

When I don’t immediately do what he says he tightens his grip in my hair so hard that more tears burn my eyes and I let my tongue roll out and glide over his length. The salty mix of come isn't as bad as I thought it would be but I don’t get to focus on the taste for long as he’s shoving my head down further and his cock hits my gag reflex.

“You taste so good don't you, little kitten?” I whimper a soft mewl in response because as degrading as this is I also love it.

My body’s limp as he uses me, not caring if I have enough air to breathe or if I might choke to death on him, he just takes what he wants.

He doesn’t gloat or give me any of the confusing praise like he usually does.

The only sounds are my gags and his heavy breaths and grunts. When he comes he pushes me down so hard his cock tears through my throat and his seed shoots straight down it.

I need air.

I can’t breathe!

I start to panic and flail on him but he doesn’t let up.

“You’re doing such a good job. Swallow it all like a good girl.”

All I can do is focus on doing just that until he lets out a satisfied moan. But he still doesn’t leave my mouth. I panic and bite down.

Hard.

“Are you…are you biting me?” He sounds amused and surprised, not angry or screaming like he should be.

When he pulls me off I’m choking on air but it’s like I can’t get enough in as my lungs ache for more and more oxygen. I can’t get a single word out and my panic only gets worse.

Strong arms wrap around me and I feel his warmth against my body. I grab onto him. He’s the only source of comfort I have.

He shushes me and tells me to breathe but all I can do is sob and hyperventilate. “I’ve got you. You did so well, baby.You’re safe.” His voice is so quiet I’m not sure if I even heard him right but my panic slowly starts to fade.

Safe?

Am I really safe with him or is it a cruel lie?