Page 24 of Broken Strings
I grip her shirt with one hand and tear it off her flesh, exposing her big tits in a white lace bra. My free hand dips into the cups, pulling out her giant tits. Without warning, I strike her with the belt on one nipple and then the other.
Cash cries out, arching her back, almost begging for more. “Oh, darlin’, you seem to be under the impression you have a choice.”
I hold her gaze as I undo my pants and unleash my cock. It points directly at her like an arrow. The bed squeaks as I get on top and straddle her. My ass is above her head, my dick pointing at her mouth with my piercing hovering over her lips. Cash moans, desperate to hold her resolve. I dip down, rubbing the tip of my cock along the seam of her lips. She pushes her head up and sticks out her tongue, licking my piercing.
“Such a cock whore, aren’t you, Sparrow? You’ll do anything for a taste. You want my dick in your pathetic mouth hole?”
“No.”
The tip of her tongue licking my cock tells me she’s a liar. Cash wants me to make her, force her, take what I want.
I turn my torso and squeeze her nose, holding her nostrils firmly to force her mouth open before ramming my cock down her throat.
“Fuck,” I moan, holding myself back.
In this position, in the wet warmth of her mouth, I could blow in less than five seconds. With her mouth preoccupied and hands indisposed, I grip her thigh and force her legs open. Her cunt is wet, her clit hard and ready for anything I see fit. I pull my arm back and flick the belt directly to her center.
Cash’s scream vibrates through her throat and makes my cock twitch in her mouth.
“That was one, slut. You’ve got ten more to go.”
Her hips lift on the bed, and I snap the belt on her clit, counting with every single strike. Her pussy is red and swollen, where all the blood has risen to the center. She’ll be sensitive, and that excites me.
As soon as I administer the last strike, I bend and take her clit in my mouth. My fingertip breaches her entrance, twirling and spinning her into oblivion before she crashes in waves around my hand. Wetness gushes and soaks my bed. Her cries are a symphony that would put Beethoven’s Ninth to shame. I pull out of her and release her hands from the cuffs.
“You didn’t come,” she huffs.
“I know.”
“Why? I want you to come.”
I pull her toward me and wrap her in my arms. “Oh, I’ll come, Sparrow. But I need to take care of you first. That was a little intense.”
Cash nods and cuddles into me.
“Was that too much,” I ask, worried I went too far.
Not all the strikes with the belt were hard, but some were. I’m a little ashamed that the louder and more anguished her screams, the more turned-on I become. Cash liking pain is a discovery I relish, but I need her to know she’s safe. My deviant actions are for her because it's not attractive to me if she’s not into it. But the fact that Cash is a little freak is something I like very much.
“It hurt,” she whispers against my chest, “but I liked it. I know if I used my safe word, you would’ve stopped.”
I sure as fuck would’ve. Guys who push past their partner’s comfort zone are straight-up monsters. I’ll push my luck, but Sparrow is the one in control. She’s the conductor, and I’m her orchestra, performing only for her.
My lips brush her forehead. “Good, but use that safe word if it’s too much. Maybe next time, we’ll go through the light system. Red for stop, yellow for slow down, and green for go. I think I hit you harder than I should have a few times.”
She nods against me.
“I’m gonna draw you a bath and make you something to eat.”
***
I feed, bathe, and bang her again in the shower. Now we lie naked in bed and holding her in my arms feels like the most natural thing in the world.
“So…” I whisper, sucking at her neck as her heartbeat returns to normal beneath my lips. “I take it you like it filthy?”
“Gunner…” She’s still breathless, and knowing I have this effect on her does things to me. Real things scare me a little. I’m not used to healthy relationships involving feelings, but with Cash, I feel like I can build something that’s just mine. Something better than what we’ve both known.
“Cat got your tongue?” I tease as I crush her to my side.