Half-crazed, I roll onto my stomach as he reaches over me to grab one of the overstuffed white pillows from the headboard, “Up for me, baby girl,” Bowen gently tugs my hip until I lift up and he slides the pillow underneath me.
Kneeling behind me, Bowen pushes my knees apart with his, spreading them as far as they’ll go. I knead the bedspread impatiently, the rest of my body fidgeting uncontrollably the more he touches me.
“You really like being on your knees for me, don’t you?”
“I’ll live on my knees,” I press my ass against his stomach, “if you keep being this sweet.”
He slides his cock between my thighs and teases my throbbing pussy, “Sweet, huh?”
I hear a jingle and, suddenly, a crack echoes through the room, followed by a stinging pain that radiates across my ass like fire. I pitch forward, letting out a shrill scream into the mattress, but Bowen grabs my hips before I collapse onto my side.
“You don’t want sweet,” Bowen sneers, tossing his belt onto the mattress next to my head, “you want to be owned and used.”
I claw at the sheets, gasping through the pain. My ass is still on fire, but I can finally catch my breath. He doesn’t know it yet, but I’m not the only fetish in this room. I don’t know what he’s looking for, but I’ve just found the feeling I thought I lost forever—and it’s him.
After exhaling a long, drawn-out moan, an airy giggle escapes my lips.
“Are you laughing?” Bowen’s tone hitches in amusement.
“That was so good,” I croon, my voice half muffled by the mattress.
“Brett,” Bowen runs his hands up and down the curve of my waist, “I’ll gladly destroy you and fuck you back together as many times as you want—whether you ask me or I decide you deserve it makes no difference.”
“Please,” I plead with him through gasps and moans, “please just put your cock inside me…” I have zero shame, I’ll beg him for this all night, I don’t care.
He rests his tip against my entrance and slowly rocks back and forth, toying with me as I push against him.
“You’re such a polite girl,” he grips my hips tighter, holding me still, “and that’s the difference between you and me—I don’t ask, I just take what’s mine.”
At the last word, he slams his cock into me with such force that I let out a yelp, clenching the sheets in my fists as I go rigid. He slowly pulls out before thrusting back in even harder, drawing another shriek from me. But then he slows his movements, finding the perfect rhythm as he rolls his hips against my ass, stretching and filling me completely.
Bowen slides his hand underneath me, searching for the most sensitive spot. When he finds it, my voice cracks as I’m bombarded with the euphoria. My hips move faster, grinding harder against his hand as the orgasm builds deep in my core.
“Goddamn, baby girl,” he groans, staying deep inside me, “you’re the fucking tightest I’ve ever had.”
Moments later, when the orgasm rips through me, it’s so intense that I throw my hips back, a chaotic mixture of screams and gasps bursting from my throat. My body convulses and I pound my ass against him as I contract around his cock.
“Oh…my…ggg…Bowen!” My screams turn to desperate moans as I slow, riding out the waves made more intense by edging myself for so long.
Sliding out of me, Bowen flips me over and throws my legs open, my thighs glistening with my own cum. He hooks one elbow under my knee and flashes a smile as he lifts it to my shoulder, “I like looking at my girl when she makes me come.”
I barely inhale a breath before he slams his cock back into me, sending shockwaves up through my belly. He gazes down at me hungrily, enjoying the wet sounds as he thrusts. Feeling a new orgasm building in the pit of my stomach, I reach down with one hand and press my fingers against my clit, moving in circles, frantically trying to draw another out.
Bowen’s mouth stretches into a feral grin, “You’re such a fucking whore.” I grin back at him, wanting him to keep talking, keep saying every vile thing that comes to mind. “Don’t stop, baby girl,” he groans, “show me how much you want it…needy little bitch.”
“Bowen…” I pant, quickening my pace, “I’m gonna—”
He lets my leg fall and rips my hand away from my legs, replacing it with his. Holding my wrists above me, he works my clit as the orgasm rips through me, bucking my chest like I just took a shotgun blast. I cry out and roll my hips with Bowen’s, squeezing his waist between my thighs while every one of my muscles feels like they’re seizing. I expect the waves to fade and my body to settle into the euphoria of the aftershocks while he finishes, but when I try to lower my wrists, he only squeezes them tighter.
He quickens his pace and begins rubbing my clit harder and faster, “I thought you liked pain,” he murmurs insidiously.
Overstimulated and short-circuited, the pleasure turns to pain radiating from my clit down my legs and into my core. I pull against Bowen’s hands, trying to free my arms as my breaths turn to panicked whines. I open my mouth, trying to find words that don’t exist.
“You look awful pretty down there,” Bowen taunts, “squirming and clutching on my cock.”
Tears pool in the corners of my eyes and my vision blurs, turning the dim room fuzzy. I convulse beneath him, trying to twist my torso, but his knees spread my legs too far apart to gain any purchase. Any movement I make is nothing but a spasm, dulled beneath his vise grip.
Bowen leans down, his hair brushing my eyebrows while he hovers over my face. His voice reverberates against my chest, cutting through my whimpers, “Let me hear you beg.”
I let out another cry, my voice shaking and muted by gasps. The tears roll down my temples as I thrash beneath him, “Stop…please…” I grind out, barely intelligible.
He starts pumping harder and faster, “Fuck, you’re gonna make me come so hard,” he groans, biting his bottom lip while he watches my breasts bounce sharply with each thrust of his cock.
I squeeze my eyes shut in agony and desperately fight against him. He’s agonizing and all-consuming, but I love how he’s tearing me apart at the seams. Finally, he relents and brings his hand up, eclipsing my throat as he grips my jaw.
“Now tell me,” Bowen smirks as his hips smack against me, “who do you belong to now?”
I finally catch my breath for a split-second, “You…” I cry out in a broken voice, the word tumbling out without so much as a thought.
Still pressing my wrists into the mattress with all his weight, he throws his head back and slams his cock deep inside me as he comes. My body bucks against him as he buries every inch, ready to split in two as the shockwaves ripple through my core. As soon as Bowen releases my wrists, I throw my arms around his neck, clinging to him while he consumes my mouth and my heart begins to melt through my ribcage.
Soon, his hips slow to long, smooth rocks that lull me like waves on a beach. His chest and forehead glisten with sweat, his hair brushing saltwater streaks across my forehead.
Bowen’s deep voice turns soft and gentle, “You OK, baby girl?” he asks as he brushes his thumbs along the corners of my eyes, wiping away the tracks of tears.
I nod and let out an exhausted sigh, basking in satisfaction. I don’t want the blissful torture to end. I don’t want any of it to end.
Bowen shifts his hips and pulls out, making me wince in pain, “Can’t promise you’ll get used to that,” he chuckles, stroking the side of my face with the back of his hand.
