Page 47 of I See Red

“No, please, no,” I beg.

“Yous know how to make it stop, baby girl.”

I’ve never been one to fold, and if I can’t ever have him in real life again, then why the fuck would I stop this now? I want to forget, not to remember, but I miss him already. He won’t get that fucking word out of me, even if I die here on the table tonight, I refuse. I came to forget, and if this god of a man is good at anything, it’s that.

My silence, my answer. I watch as he grabs a handful of ice. Reaching down, he fills my swollen pussy with the chips, the cold against my wet warmth causing an instant sting that hits all the right places in the best possible way. Grabbing another, he fills me more, forcing it in as my legs squirm at the sudden change of temperature. Grabbing another, he fills his mouth before spreading my legs further. His mouth tracing my slit until he hits my clit, circling it with a larger cube back and forth. His pace picks up, my moans matching him beat for beat. Fuck, it’s so cold it’s blissful. His hands secure my legs as they begin trembling, my climax climbing higher and higher.

“Fuck, I’m going to come.”

I can’t hold it back anymore. Fire and ice race through my veins as I fight to grasp the ending I need, fuck me, it’s just what I fucking need right now. Without warning, it’s all taken away again, and I am like a fucking druggie needing a fix. Protests leave my lips as I throw a tantrum the best I can, yanking on the restraints fiercely, my pelvis thrusting up, searching for its desire—his mouth. The pain—pure pleasure. I need a fucking release. Flicking his wrist, he slaps my pussy with purpose, forcing my ass to find the counter again. A smirk curls as his lips lower to mine, delicately kissing them, our tongues dancing slow and passionately before he pulls away. A devilish grin present, making his way to my cold hard nipples, his tongue coaxing one as his hand grasps the other between his fingers, his teeth simultaneously nipping and pulling viciously just as I like it, forcing my lungs to gasp for air. Pulling harder and further with one hand, his teeth lock in before sucking my areola back in, his teeth landing back at the tip of my nipple like he wants to bite it off. I hiss inwardly at the pain. He releases my tits, forcing their recoil, the air masks them causing a burning sensation to commence.

“We come together, you know the rules, baby.”

“Fucking torture,” I bite.

Kissing my forehead, he trails down to my ear, his words sweet as sin.

“Torture is pleasure, and pleasure is torture. Yous know that; It’s why you’re here, baby girl.”

Releasing my ankles from their restraints, he leaves my wrists still well-entrapped. Sliding my feet upward, my knees point to the ceiling, the soles of my feet lay flat against the granite countertop. Bare and exposed, the uninvited cold begins taking over again. I watch to the side as he slides off his gray sweatpants that wear his precum stain on the front down to the floor. His cock is so fucking hard, and in this moment, I’d sell my soul for its fix. The veins tell me he’s hurting to get his own escape, and the tiny leakage from the softest and most perfect head makes my mouth salivate, wishing I could taste him. Not all men taste amazing, but O’Connor is like drinking Icelandic water, refreshing and divine. Climbing on the island, grasping my legs, he positions me right where he wants me, my ankles resting on his shoulders as he begins swirling his cock at my opening. Our eyes connecting for a split second before I find comfort in a stare-off with the cabinets.

“Look at me, baby girl. I want to see your face.”

Before he can finish his sentence, he shoves eleven inches of rock-solid Irish man into me, tearing through me unbearably.I will be paying for my indiscretions tomorrow.

“Fuck,” I gasp, my head curling up, my neck growing weaker in my attempt to keep it from the water it hovers. Thrusting slowly in and out of my tight pussy, his left hand wraps around my hip as his right rests on my sternum, allowing my tits to bounce freely back and forth with each stroke he takes.Goddamn, he feels so good.

“Fuhking hell, Ivy, you’re so beautiful.” His sweet nothings are not what I need right now; in fact, they are the exact opposite.

“Fuck me,” I beg.

“You sure yous ready?” he taunts, his fingers lacing around my throat, his cock entering me with more force. My back raw, my spine crashing into the granite.

“Ye—” My words void as he uses the leverage of my neck, forcing my head deep into the sink. My head now fully submerged, and I’m fighting for my life. My struggle making his fuck that much sweeter.

Lifting me out momentarily, he allows me a breath before suffocating me again in the wetness of the dark. My arms pull all the slack of the restraints as he continues to ruthlessly fuck me over and over. My orgasm begins to build once more, rising to a place only he has ever brought me to. Such intensity takes over me. I’m literally being fucked into fight or flight, and fuck, I’m so into it. Pulling back up, he reminds me I can use my safe word; I refuse to say it. I want all of whatever this is. When I say nothing, his hand grips tighter against my throat, forcing me back into the water; time feels infinite. My legs begin fighting him as he fucks my soon-to-be lifeless body recklessly. Water enters my throat as his hand slides up plugging my nose, I begin thrusting my head around, desperately searching for air or release, whichever comes first. Lifting me from the water he allows me a few breaths before he shoves me back under continuing to water board me. With each bout of lack of oxygen, my orgasm soars higher and higher until, finally, I come all over his fucking cock. My screams muffled by the water around me, bubbles racing from my mouth to the surface. My legs fall to the countertop, my body exhausted as he abruptly slides up me, his hand lifting my head from the back before shoving his cock deep in my throat, forcing me back under. Fucking my face, his holdon the back of my hair giving him the leverage he needs to berate my throat stroke for stroke. His come filling my mouth with force, causing me to choke. Lifting my head from the water, his cock protruding my lips, he commands, “Fuhking swallow it.”

My water-logged eyes, desperate for clarity look onto him, doing just as he commanded, forcing him to remove his cock from my mouth. Jumping down he releases my arms from the restraints, as I gasp for air, coughing uncontrollably to rid the water from my body; helping me up, I begin to steady my breaths.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I snap, hitting him in the chest.

“You never used our safe word, baby girl, round two?” he taunts. His words make me giggle inside,fucking animal.

“Who would have thought waterboarding would be a kink? But you always do know just what I need and how I fucking need it; raincheck?” Throwing a wink his way, I slide down, making my way to the bottle of champagne across from me pouring us a glass. O’Connor returns with my favorite robe, slipping it onto me as we stand, two fucked up humans sipping champagne, our eyes locked in a banter-filled staring war. I don’t need his words to tell me what he’s thinking. His body language does that all on its own, and in his next breath, he’s going to ask me if I am staying.

In three, two, one. Okay, five, four, three, tw—

“Are yous staying tonight, baby girl?”Bingo, I fucking knew it.I know I shouldn’t, but, once again, tonight, I am the Devil’s to ruin, for tomorrow comes great change. He’s O’Connor; he’s like a sweet little man-child. What can it hurt?

“Yeah, I’m staying. Honestly, it’s been a hell of a day. Can we just head to bed?”

“Of course, I’ll meet yous in there.” His hands release from my waist, laying a kiss on my forehead. For a moment, today doesn’t seem so dark. Who am I kidding? Darkness is circling allaround. Setting my champagne on the nightstand, I crawl into his California King, curling up next to my safety for the night. My head nestles in his shoulder as my hand traces his family crest tattooed across his chest, his fingers drawing crazy eights on my back.

“Can I ask yous a question, baby girl?”

I don’t really want to talk, but I have always enjoyed him for more than a fuck. Our conversations tend to always be deep and meaningful, and since Evalyn’s passing, he’s kind of become my therapist in a way. We’ve even gone on trips together, not many as of late, but we used to so often. I don’t have to hide from him, nor does he from me. Of all the people in my life, O’Connor has always been the truest of kind, never judging and always showing me compassion when I need it and even when I don’t. He’s my uncomplicated constant; he’s steady. Okay, he’s just really fucked up like me.

“Yeah, sure.”

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