With each stroke, I felt myself growing wetter, my arousal painting the bed beneath us in a testament to our shared passion. His eyes never left mine, the intensity in them only growing as he pushed deeper and deeper, his movements becoming more primal, more demanding.
The pain grew, but so did my need for him. I could feel my body stretching to accommodate him, my walls tightening around his cock as he claimed me over and over again. His hands moved from my breasts to my hips, his grip bruising as he pulled me closer, forcing me to take him deeper.
My moans grew louder, filling the small room with the sounds of our passionate struggle. The pain was a delicious torment, a reminder that this was wrong, but oh so right. His eyes never left mine, the intensity in them growing with every thrust.
“Please,” I gasped, my voice barely recognizable. “More.”
Harrison’s eyes gleamed with a dark satisfaction as he complied, his hips slamming into me with a force that made me see stars. The pain was sharp, but it was a sweet agony that only served to drive me higher. I could feel him stretching me, filling me completely, and my body responded with a hunger I didn’t know I possessed.
With each hard thrust, I felt myself opening up to him, my walls clenching around his thick length as if trying to keep him inside me forever. The pain was a delicious torment, a symphony of sensation that played through my body with every movement he made. I could feel my orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure that was inextricably linked to the pain he was giving me.
His eyes never left mine, his gaze filled with a hunger that was both terrifying and thrilling. He knew exactly what he was doing to me, and he reveled in my reactions. The way my eyes rolled back in my head, the way my body arched off the bed, the way my nails dug into his back. Each gasp, each moan, each whimper was a symphony to his ears, and he played my body like an instrument, drawing out the most beautiful melodies of pleasure from within me.
He thrust harder, each movement sending a jolt of pain through me that only served to fuel my desire. I could feel him stretching me, filling me completely, and my body responded with a need that was insatiable. My walls tightened around him, desperately trying to hold onto him, to keep him where he was.
The room was filled with the sound of our bodies coming together, the slap of his hips against my thighs, the wetness of our union. His breath was harsh in my ear, a mix of pleasure and exertion. His teeth grazed my neck, nipping at my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
With each thrust, I felt him hit the deepest part of me, a place that made me cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure. He was relentless, driving into me as if he couldn’t get enough, as if he was claiming not just my body, but my soul. The pain grew sharper with each stroke, but so did the pleasure, until they were indistinguishable from one another.
Suddenly, Harrison pulled out of me with a wet pop, leaving me feeling empty and needy. He flipped me over onto my stomach, my cheek pressing into the cool, damp sheets. I felt his hands on my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he positioned himself behind me. The anticipation was unbearable, a sweet agony that made me whimper with need.
With a low growl, he pushed into me from behind, filling me with a deep, possessive thrust that made me gasp. The angle was different, the sensation more intense as he claimed me in this new way. His grip tightened, his hands squeezing my hips as he set a relentless pace, his body slamming into mine with a force that made the bedframe creak.
My cheek was pressed against the cool, damp sheets, my breath coming in short, sharp pants. Each thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through me, my body stretching to accommodate his length. The pain from before was gone, replaced by an overwhelming sense of fullness and desire. I could feel my orgasm building again, a wildfire spreading through me, consuming me with each stroke.
His hands moved from my hips to my breasts, his palms cupping them as his fingers pinched my nipples. The sensation was exquisite, a delicious mix of pain and pleasure that had me crying out with every movement. The angle was different, more intense, and with each thrust, he hit that spot that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through me.
Harrison’s rhythm grew faster, his grip on my hips tightening. I could feel the tension building in his body, his muscles coiled like a spring ready to snap. And then, without warning, he reached back and slapped my ass. The shock of pain sent a jolt of electricity through me, making my entire body spasm with pleasure.
I gasped, my eyes flying open, and looked back at him over my shoulder. His eyes were dark with need, a wild, feral look that sent a thrill down my spine. He slapped my ass again, the sound echoing through the room. Each smack was followed by a gentle rub, his thumbs smoothing over the reddened flesh.
The stinging pain was unexpected, but it only heightened the pleasure. My body responded to his dominance, my walls clenching around him, eager for more. His grip on my hips was firm, guiding my movements to meet his every thrust.
With each smack, I felt a rush of heat spread through my body, my cheeks growing redder. He watched me in the mirror, his eyes dark with desire. The sight of his hand coming down on my skin, the way my ass bounced with each slap, was an aphrodisiac unlike anything I had ever experienced.
“Do you like that?” he asked, his voice thick with lust.
“Yes,” I whimpered, my voice barely above a whisper. “I do.”
Harrison’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction, and he didn’t hold back. His hand came down again and again, the sound of his palm connecting with my skin echoing in the room. Each slap was followed by a gentle rub, his thumbs tracing circles over my burning flesh. The pain was a strange, addictive mix with the pleasure, sending me higher and higher.
My body felt like it was on fire, each smack only fueling the inferno of sensation within me. The heat from his hand spread through my body, making me ache for more. I could feel his cock stretching me, filling me up as he drove into me from behind, and the sensation was unlike anything I had ever felt.
“Again,” I begged, my voice strained.
Harrison chuckled darkly, his hand coming down harder on my ass. The sound of flesh on flesh filled the air, mixing with my desperate moans. He was in complete control, and I was his willing plaything. His strokes grew more forceful, pushing me closer to the edge. With each smack, I could feel him swell inside me, his grip on my hips tightening.
My ass was a canvas of red handprints, each one a testament to his dominance. Yet, I found myself craving more, my body writhing beneath him, begging for the sweet agony of his palm. His thumbs traced the sensitive flesh between my thighs, teasing my clit as he rubbed the sting away. It was a delicate dance of pain and pleasure, one that had me teetering on the brink of sanity.
“Promise me,” he growled into my ear, his breath hot and ragged. “Promise me I’ll be the only man that will ever touch and fuck you like this.”
The words sent a shiver down my spine. The possessiveness in his voice was stark and undeniable. I knew I should be scared, but instead, all I felt was a deep, primal need to submit to him. To give him what he wanted. To make him happy.
“I promise,” I whispered, the words barely escaping my lips.
The promise hung in the air, thick with desire and need. It was as if by saying it, I had signed a contract in blood, binding my body and soul to him. And as strange as it was, I didn’t feel scared or trapped. Instead, I felt a strange sense of relief, as if I had found my place in the world.