Page 23 of House of Crimson Kisses
Her fingers grip the tunnel wall harder. She’s electric. The worse the punishment gets, the more her mind is slipping from reality into total submission.
I stand up against her bare arse, wishing I had a strap-on to fuck the punishment into her. Later, I decide.
Wait, no. Never. I shake my head, trying to steady my own grip on reality.
While this is helping, one fucking scene and one punishment does not rectify what she’s done. There won’t be any ‘love making’ ever again.
I step away from her arse, pull the vine branch back and whip it down on her red skin.
“Six!” She screams it this time.
She’s gasping as a red line blooms across her skin. I rub her cheeks, moving my hand in slow circles, changing the pressure to ease the soreness.
“Do you need to use your safe word?” I ask.
She shakes her head and pushes her arse out towards me, offering herself.
“More,” she breathes.
But her legs are shaking, and her shoulders move in a more erratic motion. She’s had enough, and the sight of that makes all the heat in me bleed away. I didn’t mean to push so hard; seeing her this close to breaking fucks up my head. I step back and drop the branch.
“What are you doing? Finish this,” Octavia says.
I can’t do it anymore.
“Red…”
I’m dissolving.
“What do you need, Red?” She cups my jaw, her fingers tender, and draws me close, brushing her lips against mine. I close my eyes as she leans her forehead against me.
“It still hurts,” I say, rubbing my chest, and then I’m crying. Nothing makes sense. How can all of me and none of me want her at the same time?
She pulls me in tight, kissing everywhere. My hand finds its way between our embrace to her pussy, slipping through her slick centre. I know this, her, her body. It’s a comfort because it feels like home. I just wish it didn’t make my chest tight and the air hard to breathe. I guess even dosing can’t remove heartache.
My fingers glide between her folds.
She’s drenched.
Good.
I shove two rough fingers right into her.
“Fuck,” she says.
This isn’t healthy. I should stop, but how can I when there’s a part of her that still makes everything feel better? I pull myself together and lean into her ear.
“You’re going to take what I give you, and you’re not going to make a fucking sound. Do you understand?”
She nods. I thrust, slow and deep at first. She whimpers beneath her hair. She’s breathing through her nose, the heavy, strained chest movements a sign she’s pressed her lips together. Good. At least she can take these instructions.
I speed up, thrusting faster and harder. Her back rocks against the tunnel wall as I drive inside her and stroke her clit.
“Fuck,” she gasps as I draw circles over her nub. I release her.
“I told you not a sound. Do you need to be punished again?” I say and withdraw my fingers, hovering at her entrance, circling and only slipping the tip inside. She wriggles and pants against me.
“Something you want to say?” I ask.
