Page 151 of House of Cards

The relentless pain makes every muscle in my body tense, but every thumping impact sends a jolt of pure hedonistic bliss into my core. It’s all so intense, so fucking raw and primal, that I come seconds later.

If Smith hears my pitiful little gasp of pleasure, he doesn’t acknowledge it. But he’s fucking me so hard, so rough, I doubt anything but a bullet could stop him.

Instead of feeling briefly satiated, his pounding thrusts overwhelm my silly orgasm like flood water snapping a tree.

He slaps my ass, and I’m soaring again.

I hear myself moaning, begging, gasping.

Gibberish words forming broken phrases like, “Yeah, fuck,” and “Oh, God, fuck, yes, harder,” and the even more ridiculous, “Yeah, yeah, yeah, fuck, yeah, don’t stop.”

My body betrays me with every thrust, responding to him like he’s programmed it himself.

It’s not supposed to be like this.

I’m not supposed to crave someone who treats me like property.

But here I am, my ass up in the air, whimpering as I gratefully,desperatelytake everything he gives me.

Maybe it’s the way he towers over me, his hard body so impossibly big and strong against mine. His unyielding force ashe pushes into me, so vicious and demanding. He’s nothing like the amateurish fucks I’ve had in the past.

Smith tightens the belt again, my vision blurring at the edges as oxygen seeps out of my body and is denied entry. But I welcome it, because it’s making my skin tingle, my fingers and toes prickle, my head float, and that’s just adding to Smith’s ruthless fucking.

But it’s not enough for him to just use a belt. He wraps his hand over my mouth and nose, completely blocking my air.

“Feels good to surrender, doesn’t it?” he says, his voice rough but his lips soft against the shell of my ear.

I mewl against his hand, his sudden closeness spurring my next orgasm. He nuzzles my ear, then nips at it hard enough to make me shiver. I feel him tensing, his thrusts slowing, becoming harder, even more forceful, like he’s trying to fuck his way through me. He groans, slowing even more, like he doesn’t want to come yet.

“Aren’t you glad,” he grunts through a harsh breath, “you finally?—”

Another grunt as he thumps into my asshole, the impact jarring my entire body, making me shudder as I get ready to come.

“—stopped—”

Jesus, he’s going to break me.

“—pretending?”

Something in me snaps. I will not give him the satisfaction of being right.

Yes, I wanted this. And yes, I hate myself for it.

But if anyone’s been pretending, it’shim.

Wearing bougie suits like a real human when he’s nothing but a sadistic beast.

Another groan rattles out of him as he buries himself deep, preparing to come inside my ass.

But before he can, I clamp down on the hand covering my mouth. Clench my jaw and grate my teeth into his firm flesh.

Blood spurts into my mouth.

“Fuck!” Smith bellows. He stops fucking me to rip his hand away, and that tiny second of pause is all I need.

Warm cum hits my backside the second I wrench forward, dragging his cock out of me. I scramble out from under him, ripping the belt from my neck and tossing it into the far corner of the room.

Sucking in a lungful of air, I claw my way to the end of the bed.

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