Page 97 of Cruel Delights
“For getting me high,” he mutters quickly. Cold revenge lives in his tone.
I can’t be mad—I did get him high, and I do deserve it. Pain radiates across my breast for every rough tweak he gives.
But I’m also incredibly turned on. My pussy’s aching and begging. I’m clenching air in the anticipation leading up to his first thrust.
Kaden’s untamed in his passion. We roll over several times. He crushes me under him, pinning me on my stomach. He spears into me and bruises my hips hiking them up. I claw at the sheets and try to keep up.
The sex feels like a fever dream. My high’s finally set in. My body percolates with pleasure. I’m hissing and gasping like some kind of feral cat. He contorts me into another shape, finding new ways to bend and stretch me, and then pounds harder into me.
His hands are everywhere. His thrusts brutal and uncompromising. We’re wild as we go at each other, our bodies twisted and intertwined. I grapple for him, clawing at his chest and shoulders. I cling to his neck and draw us closer.
Our lips crash together in yet another aggressive, desperate kiss. Our movements don’t slow down, but instead grow more furious and fast as we rut away. Our hips clash, and his dick sinks deeper. My pussy squeezes him tighter. He groans out my name and then bites my bottom lip. He flicks my clit. He pinches it to torture me.
A rush of blood floods my sex. I clench shut my eyes and it feels like I’m spinning in a chaotic wave of pain and pleasure.
We’ve devolved into mindless beings devouring each other, riding our amazing, euphoric high once it crashes over us. My spine arches and my ankles go limp from over his shoulders (he’s tossed my legs up against them). I shed tears and babble incoherently as my orgasm destroys me.
My body becomes a tingling wave that I lose myself in.
Kaden grunts and thrusts and comes. Then collapses half on top of me. We lay a sweaty tangled mess of limbs and wrinkled sheets, reeking of our sex. Neither of us move until we have enough strength to make an attempt.
I can barely breathe. Barelythink.
I glance at Kaden to find him with a wondrous expression on his face. His hair’s an uncharacteristically tousled mess and he’s folded an arm under his head, staring up at the ceiling.
“Sothat’swhy people become addicted. That was…”
“Really, really good,” I finish, curling against his side.
He’s not having it. He grips my wrist and pushes me back ’til he’s the one hovering over me. “I haven’t forgotten your punishment. Go grab your hairbrush.”
“Kaden—”
“Grab. Your. Hairbrush.”
Before I even get up to retrieve it, I can already feel the soreness in my ass.
* * *
“You’re walking funny,” Imani says the next morning.
I’ve come through the door of Strictly Pleasures. Imani’s on a step stool in front of two sex dolls, dressing them up in the latest shipment of BDSM gear. She takes one look at the limp in my walk and raises an eyebrow.
“Don’t ask.”
“The sexy Russian doctor again? Remember when I said you needed to fuck him? I didn’t mean every hour of every night. Give your coochie a break.”
“Tell Kaden that. And I’m pretty sure he wants to… try theotherhole soon. He keeps hinting at it. Last night he put a thumb up there.”
Imani climbs down from the ladder, giving me her rapt attention. “You going to let him?”
“If it’s a punishment—”
“It’s always the ones you least expect. I would’ve never guessed Dr. Prim and Proper is into rough sex.”
“I’ve never been… back there…”
“Easy. Just prepare properly first,” she says with a shrug. She walks me down the aisle carrying a vast selection of lube. “It’s best if you ease into it over time. Start off slow. Always make sure you’re using lube. The last thing you want is a tear. How big is he?”