Page 13 of Rough

“Hold still.”

That was the only warning I got before he used the belt to light up my ass. I wanted to run, scream at him, and tell him he no longer had the right to do this anymore. But who was I fooling? He didn’t ask permission. He took what he wanted, and if this was what he thought I deserved, he wasn’t waiting around for me to grant his wishes.

As each lash struck, I could feel the tension from him being unleashed. Making him feel better calmed me to the point of mumbling stuttering apologies filled with tearful sniffles. I was a mess. He was a mess. And my ass burned from the loss of control he’d suffered today. I don’t know what I said. Can’t tell you anything that I rambled off. I just knew that remorse was the overwhelming feeling that I had.

When his last strike graced both cheeks of my ass, I knew it was meant to be punishing. The bite stung so badly that I wondered if he’d broken skin. I collapsed, a heap of distraught,broken, and now confused mess. His pain was so thick in the air that I could taste its putrid odor.

He stumbled to the couch, where he fell back and stared at the ceiling in complete silence. He ignored my cries, the sniffling and gasps of air that I sought for my lungs. I didn’t blame him for this. Maybe there was another way that I could have gone about it. And now we were both trying to figure out which way was up when we could only see down. He was hurting. And I could see that he hurt now more than before.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, baby. I just … I don’t know how I lost control that way.” He ran his hand through his hair in frustration.

On shaky legs, I crossed the room to where he sat and straddled his lap. I couldn’t let him feel bad about this. It wasn’t his fault. I took his hand and let his finger caress the space between my legs and he hissed.

“Fuck, you’re wet. Drenched, beautiful baby.”

I reached beneath me until I found his still-hard member. I inched him inside of me and he gripped my thighs.

“Shit!” He leaned up, taking my mouth hard.

I rode him with everything I had. The love I felt for him anchored my hips. Passion coated us both, slickening the ride. The groans and moans were declarations of promises we couldn’t say out loud. I clawed at him, wanting to claim him as mine. He nibbled and bit, piercing my body, marking me so that no one else could. I was his, and we both knew it. My attempt to keep him away from my battered soul was futile. It’d only made him more ruthless, and my brokenness was even more drawn to his relentlessness.

“Tell me you love me,” he commanded.

I shook my head, no, but I rode him harder. Fiercer.

“Tell me, beautiful slut. You mumbled it before, so be brave and say it now.”

I denied him, though my eyes pleaded for him to push me.

“You’re not a good fucking girl at all today, are you? First, you lie to me. Then you push me away. You had me convinced that I’d just lost one of the best fucking things that ever happened to me. I was trying to figure out how I’d missed your unhappiness. How I’d been bad for you. What needs didn’t I tend to? And the truth is the exact opposite, isn’t it? You need this just as much as I do, don’t you? It’s terrifying to love somebody as much as I love you. And it wasn’t until now that I realized that we’ve never said it. And maybe you don’t understand that I need you to need me as much as you do. Because I need you just as much. You’re mine, baby girl. And this shit, the bull crap that you started today, it ends now, baby. You hear me? You’re god damn mine.”

I couldn’t stop the tears that started, nor the tightening feeling that was the telltale of a powerful orgasm that I couldn’t hold on to.

“Please, Sir. May I? Can I? Will you let me…?”

“Let you what?”

“I want to be yours … But this thing… It’s too much. You’ll hurt me. Destroy me.”

“And I’ll make it up to you every time. I’ll be right here.”

I shook my head, no, but my heart was already full, waiting for me to say yes. I needed him. And denying that hurt way more than what he could ever do.

“Tell me you love me, sweet girl. Tell me what I need to hear.”

A loud groan erupted from my throat as I held back my affection and the need to come.

“Tell me.” A command. Not a request.

“I … I…” I moaned louder as he bucked underneath me. I was so close. So close. “Love you.”

“Again.”

“I … love… you!”

He jerked underneath me, and I knew he was coming.

“Come for me, baby. Fuck! I love you so much. So damn … ugh!”

---