Page 54 of Poisoning Ivy
He slips slowly past my entrance, groaning when I open around him, and I gasp at the fiery pain of new parts of me opening for him.
"That's it, Bambi." Killian groans as his hips press against my ass, burying me deeper than before, pulling me apart from the inside out. I think he must be splitting me into two, because itcertainly feels like I'll be ripped apart from the bottom up as he buries himself in me.
"I can't." I sob, fire chasing over my limbs as control evades me and my body's attempts to force him out fail, amounting only to him groaning in sadistic pleasure.
"You feel so fucking good, Bambi. Do you want me to make it feel good for you, too?"
"Please." I gasp, because it's the only word I can remember how to say.
He pulls back a little, building a friction that sends desire to the depths of my stomach, a place that seems to be just on the other side of his thick cock. "Beg me."
His voice is a cruel whisper in my ear as he covers my body with his, burying himself deep again and chasing that burn through me. "Please." I try again, because I don't have the energy for anything more.
"Beg me harder, Bambi." He encourages me, sliding back out and in again, exercising the perfect amount of control to keep his thrusts methodical, too little to spark the flame that will light me on fire.
"Make it stop!" I beg, the tears spilling down my cheek and dripping off the tip of my nose before joining with the blood on Cody's chest.
"I'm not sure what you want, Bambi?"
"Try again, Poison," Monty encourages, his voice light.
"Make me feel good!" I sob at the vacillating pain. "Please! Please, make me feel good. It hurts! Oh, fuck." I cry freely, hating how weak I am. How weak I've always been.
Fingers pinch my clit, but the pain is beautiful, distracting from the greater ache inside me. I moan out in pleasure, relief.
"Yes." It's breathless encouragement, desperate and pathetic, but it spurs him to tug at me.
"Like this?" He asks, his hot breath on my spine as he pinches me hard enough to make me burn.
"Yes," I moan, feeling the truth somewhere deep inside me.
My chest is crushed against Cody's, my aching nipples dragging over the soft material of his shirt in desperate need of stimulation to take away the edge.
"Who do you belong to, Bambi?"
"You." I gasp as he hits me so deep and hard I feel like I may throw up, but then his fingers plunge inside me, drawing out some of my own wetness to drag it over my clit. When he rubs slow circles over me, I bury my face deeper in Cody's shirt, trying to stifle the scream attempting to break out of my throat.
"Who else?"
"Theo!" I moan, feeling the world being knit together inside of me, everything that matters coalescing into one point of perfect pleasure.
His fingers circle me faster, and I tilt my head back, sucking in desperate breaths. "And?"
"Monty!"
"Fuck me." Someone groans, and it takes me a minute to realize it was me.
Killian chuckles darkly in my ear. "Happily."
I don't know how he maintains a rhythm on my clit, but he finds a spot that picks me up high, floating on an incessant bed of pleasure as his cock pistons into me with a renewed fervor. I come so hard and fast that I can't even register that I did before he's pulling another one out of me, sending vibrations through to my chest that come out my throat in a series of sounds I don't even really hear.
"Oh God," I cry, feeling everything inside of me shake as my eyes begin to roll.
I can feel the cramping in my toes as I curl them so desperately, trying to both escape the torture and also relish the pleasure.
"Kill— I— can't— "
"If you come before I say you can, I'll make you do it again." Killian's voice is a growl as he threatens me, but it's useless. I can't resist the pleasure no matter how hard I try to squirm out from beneath him, and this time the orgasm picks me up and slams me brutally back to earth in the space of a second. I can still feel my stomach spasming as the pleasure builds again, my swollen clit aching and burning and throbbing with the need for another.
