Page 24 of Slaying for Santa
Reaching behind him with his free hand, he rifles throughhis partially open bedside drawer and brings out a bottle of lube, smirking as he holds it up high, flicks the cap open, and starts pouring it all over his hand, and my pussy.
For a flicker of a moment, I’m worried about the carpet underneath me, but he doesn’t seem concerned. His only thought right now is hurting me, and fuck if that doesn’t make me even hotter for him.
Easing his fingers out of me, he lathers them up too, slathering more all over my folds before sinking the four fingers right in again. I moan and arch and melt at the sting of pain, and when our eyes meet, I know he’s ready to make me hurt so fucking good.
“When you start to feel too tense, rub that pretty clit for me so I can focus on spreading you impossibly wide, okay?”
I nod, biting my lip as a thrill rushes through me.
I want this.
I want him to force his hand inside me.
I want it to hurt.
And I want it to consume me.
“Here we go,” he murmurs, his eyes now focused between my legs as his fingers ease out a little, and he adds his thumb.
The pain is biting at my entrance, stretching me, the thinner part of my opening near my perineum stinging, and I know I’ll feel that pain for a few days. But fuck, who cares, because it’s making me melt even more.
“Fuck yes, Bell. You get so much slicker when I hurt you.” Kit hisses like he’s struggling to stay in control. “Do you need pain to come?”
“Sometimes,” I admit, trying to part my legs wider, desperate for his hand to breach.
“Do you need it now? Tonight?”
“Yes,” I pant. “Please.”
“Fuck, okay.” His hand moves from side to side, twistingto work inside me, the pain flaring hot between my legs as he tries to force his hand past my resistance.
“What about objects?” he asks, his eyes flicking up to meet mine as he works his hand in a fraction more. “Do you like to be fucked with objects?”
“Yeah. Anything really.” I breathe, “especially if it’s big or has rough edges so it hurts.”
“Fuck. You have no idea how much you’re turning me on right now,” he growls, his gaze focused on his hand and trying to feed it inside me. “What things have you fucked before?”
His words, the images they are putting in my head, are making me slicker, and I realise he’s doing it on purpose.
“The usual. Cucumbers, carrots, a hairbrush handle, a can of deodorant, a TV remote…” My words come out strangled as more pain flares between my legs. It’s not just the stretch of my lips, but the pressure of his hand trying to force in past my tense muscles.
Remembering what he said before, I quickly press my fingers to my clit, while my other hand focuses on my nipple, and try to help release some of the tension.
“I tried a bed knob once…” I pant. “Couldn’t get it in… was frustrating.”
He chuckles. “I bet it was. I can see how much you want to be completely filled.” He squirts more lube over our connection. “I’m confident I can do this, but it will hurt, Bell. I’ll have to force my way in.”
I moan at his words, my eyes locking with his. “Don’t act like that isn’t turning you on, Kit. If you want to hurt me, then fucking do it.”
A deep growl falls from his lips as they curl, and fuck, Satan, please take my soul because he looks like he wants to maim.
“Come on then, open up,” he snarls. “Be a good fucking girl and let me in.”
With a savage and brutal shove, I scream and stiffen, my back arching as he forces his way in, past my resistance, and I mash my fingers over my clit, while pulling hard on my nipple, and just like that, I detonate.
With each crashing wave of my climax, I suck his hand in deeper, and I can see his lips moving, but I can’t hear anything but the rush of my pulse like a fucking hammer in my ears as white light rims my vision.
He’s on his knees, one hand fully buried inside me while his other is pumping his cock as ropes of cum shoot from his tip, all over my hand, clit, and impossibly stretched pussy.
