Page 172 of Fixation
There’s nowhere to hide.
This is terrible.
This is the best. Everything glows from within me. I’m a ball of light, and it’s—oh no, I’m not going to come like this. From simply being held.
But I’m close.
I’m his.
“I love you, Harper.”
The file. It’s out of my sight. The dull edge of the blade is on my crack, pressed to my rim.
Anderson is the master of my pain as well as my pleasure. He drags these sensations out of me.
He makes me feel.
My vision darkens around the edges. There’s only so much I can take. Being aroused for this long. Being delivered to new heights each time.
I’m delirious with it.
Anderson has no idea what I’m going through. He places the file on the highest part of my ass, where it stays.
My heart beats faster.
The anticipation of what he might do next is killing me. Butterflies flutter their wicked wings in my belly.
Anderson is just as impatient. His cock is thick, lined up to my pussy.
One inch. His thick crown. That’s all I get.
“Remember how much I love you,” he grits out, sounding on edge. “Because I’m going to fuck you like I don’t.”
One harsh push and he bottoms out. Thestretch.
The sting, the size of him.
I’m unable to tell him that I need him to slow down. I need time to adjust, as wet as I am. As hot.
If I could, I’d say those things.
Then I’d cry and ask him to keep going despite what I said.
I love having him inside me. So much.
Even when there’s pain involved.
Especially when there’s pain involved.
“Dirty fucking girl.” Wet, depraved sounds echo in the room. Sounds of my arousal. Of our bodies slapping. Of his brutal thrusts. “You’re such a good little fuck doll. Letting me fuck you raw. Fuck you when you can’t resist. You don’t want to resist, though, do you? You’re mine. My cock owns this pussy. My hands…”
He presses the metal file to my rim again. This time, he’s flirting with the idea of pushing it in. Testing me. Spanking me lightly.
“I could push anything into your ass.” He’s breathing hard, his dick slamming into me like he really does hate me. His shirt holds me up for him.
His shirt is just another way for him to ruin me. To make me feel so loved, so aroused. Sohis.
“I won’t. I won’t hurt my property. I’ll make you?—”
