Page 17 of Breaking Rosalind
“Are you even a fucking sub?”
“You tell me.” She bucks her hips, meeting me stroke for stroke. “Now, show me what you’ve got. I’ll be taking notes.”
Darkness clouds the edges of my vision, and I clench my teeth. She’s testing my manhood, pushing my limits, judging my performance. In a minute, she’ll compare me with Leroi just to get under my skin.
I should pull out, remove her restraints, and end this scene. I should toss her out through the gates and leave her to walk home naked. Her mind games are too adversarial, too antagonistic, and too aggravating, but her tight pussy is too addictive.
She moans, clearing my mind of all thoughts. I fuck her harder, faster, deeper, but her eyes still glint with challenge.
“Is that all you’ve got?” she asks.
Madness consumes my psyche, crowding out what’s left of my sanity. I tighten my grip around her neck and pound into her with so much force that the bench groans. The throat beneath my fingers convulses, trying to take in air, and her mouth opens and closes with choking breaths.
Her eyes widen with alarm. “Ces?—”
Whatever she’s about to say next is cut off by another violent thrust that makes her eyes roll to the back of her head.
“Where’s that smart mouth now?” I growl.
The muscles of her pussy tighten in response, as though trying to asphyxiate my cock in revenge. She milks me hard enough to draw the cum from my balls, and I drive into her faster, harder, my gaze boring into her bulging eyes.
She writhes beneath me, struggling to breathe, each desperate gasp filling every fiber of my being with power. The last vestiges of my common sense warn me she’s about to reach her limit. If I continue choking her, she’ll lose consciousness.
Her lips move but make no sound, as though trying to beg for mercy or restraint, and the defiance in her eyes morphs into alarm.
“That’s right,” I say through gritted teeth. “Now, come around this Montesano cock.”
Her pussy spasms on command, sending me hurtling over the edge. I pound into her through my own spurts of pleasure and rip my hand away from her throat.
She gasps through her climax, and I collapse against her prone form, panting hard, our frantic breaths mingling to form a cacophony of satisfaction. My darkness ebbs back into the shadows, leaving behind an overwhelming sense of bliss.
Nothing could prepare me for the intensity of hate sex. That all-consuming sensation of possessing and dominating this woman is a high that hits better than any drug. If I had Rosalind, maybe I would never have gotten addicted.
The feel of her sweet cunt still twitching around my cock is hot beyond measure.
“I fucking knew it,” I say through panting breaths, my chest roaring with triumph. “Knew I’d have you begging and screaming at my command. You just needed the right man to push your buttons, baby, and I’m about to make you cry for more.”
“Nice try,” she murmurs. “But I’d rate that effort a six out of ten.”
SEVEN
ROSALIND
Sex with Cesare was a solid nine out of ten, and I only struck off a point because he let me goad him into skipping the foreplay. His cock must be studded or pierced because the way it rubbed against my g-spot should make it a weapon of mass destruction.
I’m still drunk from a cocktail of endorphins and euphoria when Cesare laughs. It’s the mocking, maniacal mirth of a madman who’s just unraveled a mystery.
My eyes, which were half-lidded, snap open.
“What?” I ask through panting breaths.
“I’ve got to say,” he pauses, mid-chuckle, to look me up and down. “Your pussy is a nine, but your attitude is a one. That averages out at?—”
“A five?” I spit.
He withdraws, pulls off the condom, and tucks himself back into his pants. As though answering my question is too much of an effort, he unbuckles my ankle restraints and releases my legs before moving onto the leather straps around each wrist, freeing each without a word.
Chest heaving, I push off the leather bench, glaring a hot beam of anger into his broad back. Wasn’t he supposed to be an easier target than Leroi? Or was he only easier to manipulate because he only wanted to bust a nut?