stopped, and warmth spread across her ass and into her girly bits. She moaned in pleasure without meaning to and heard him chuckle before laying on another four, giving her a brief pause, and then another four.
Without another word he pushed inside of her, his pelvis to her ass, and filled her as his width held her open. Her bowels spasmed and she worked to relax them. Damn, it burned. It shouldn’t burn this bad; she was already open — unless the paddling had made her tense. Still, this was a different kind of heat and something wasn’t right. She tried to twist away, but couldn’t.
He pushed forward with his hips while his strong fingers pulled back on her hipbones, locking her in place. “It’s a special condom , lubricated with cinnamon for an extra special burn. It’s safe and won’t hurt you, though you’re a bit raw from my fingers and probably have a nice blaze going.”
She whimpered and moaned agreement and he added, “If it’s too intense I can switch to a regular condom, but I think you need a little pain. You know how to stop it if you must but I’d rather hear you beg me to stop.”
“It burns.” She gasped. “It hurts!”
“Yes, I know. I want it to.”
And then he was moving again, fucking her, fully aware it was hurting her, and turned on by her pain. His cock thrust into her again and again, and her pulse gained momentum until it carried her back into a frenzy of lust and pain and pleasure and bliss, and the burn grew progressively intense until the orgasm hit her like a hurricane, wiping all rational thought. She wasn’t herself, just a bundle of twitching and jerking and convulsing muscles in the throes of euphoria.
When she came back to herself he was holding her in his arms like a baby, his head lowered, his lips on her forehead. Not kissing her, just resting. She raised her hand and ran her fingers through his hair, and he spoke softly with his lips still on her forehead.
“Welcome back. That was quite an ending. Are you okay?”
“Yes. How embarrassing. I’m sorry.”
“Please don’t be embarrassed with me. Never be ashamed of anything we do. That was exquisite. I’ve spent ten years learning the art of hurting people and you just responded to pain like a ... well, I loved your reactions and I’m especially excited that you get off on pain to your asshole. Don’t you see? If anyone should be embarrassed it’d be me, for admitting I enjoyed hurting you.”
She tried to push away from him but he held her. “Let me hold you a bit longer, I want to take care of you.”
“No, I need to go to the bathroom. Please.”
He held firm, not giving an inch. “You’re clean Cara, you feel the lube, I promise. If you need to use the facilities that’s different, but don’t go running off because you fear you need to clean yourself. No shame between us. Ever. If I’d gotten you dirty, why would I think worse of you for something I did?”
She tried to get up but he embraced her possessively, and she began to feel the edges of panic. It’d been okay while in the midst of passion but now it was pissing her off.
“ Quinacridone . Let me up dammit ! ”
He immediately not only released her, but also helped her off the bed, touching her as little as possible and releasing her completely once she was standing and balanced.
She made it to the bathroom in three long steps, closing the door and locking it before sitting on the toilet to pass gas and empty her bladder. She wiped, saw she really was clean , and felt a little silly — though that wasn’t why she’d panicked. She hadn’t wanted him to hold her. She didn’t want anyone to hold her. Not like that, anyway.
Still, she didn’t think it was why he’d given her the stop word. He’d respected it though, and had not only let her get away, but helped her. She returned to the bedroom, pausing in the doorway to see him sitting on the side of the bed.
“I’m sorry. I know that’s not the reason you gave me the
Without another word he pushed inside of her, his pelvis to her ass, and filled her as his width held her open. Her bowels spasmed and she worked to relax them. Damn, it burned. It shouldn’t burn this bad; she was already open — unless the paddling had made her tense. Still, this was a different kind of heat and something wasn’t right. She tried to twist away, but couldn’t.
He pushed forward with his hips while his strong fingers pulled back on her hipbones, locking her in place. “It’s a special condom , lubricated with cinnamon for an extra special burn. It’s safe and won’t hurt you, though you’re a bit raw from my fingers and probably have a nice blaze going.”
She whimpered and moaned agreement and he added, “If it’s too intense I can switch to a regular condom, but I think you need a little pain. You know how to stop it if you must but I’d rather hear you beg me to stop.”
“It burns.” She gasped. “It hurts!”
“Yes, I know. I want it to.”
And then he was moving again, fucking her, fully aware it was hurting her, and turned on by her pain. His cock thrust into her again and again, and her pulse gained momentum until it carried her back into a frenzy of lust and pain and pleasure and bliss, and the burn grew progressively intense until the orgasm hit her like a hurricane, wiping all rational thought. She wasn’t herself, just a bundle of twitching and jerking and convulsing muscles in the throes of euphoria.
When she came back to herself he was holding her in his arms like a baby, his head lowered, his lips on her forehead. Not kissing her, just resting. She raised her hand and ran her fingers through his hair, and he spoke softly with his lips still on her forehead.
“Welcome back. That was quite an ending. Are you okay?”
“Yes. How embarrassing. I’m sorry.”
“Please don’t be embarrassed with me. Never be ashamed of anything we do. That was exquisite. I’ve spent ten years learning the art of hurting people and you just responded to pain like a ... well, I loved your reactions and I’m especially excited that you get off on pain to your asshole. Don’t you see? If anyone should be embarrassed it’d be me, for admitting I enjoyed hurting you.”
She tried to push away from him but he held her. “Let me hold you a bit longer, I want to take care of you.”
“No, I need to go to the bathroom. Please.”
He held firm, not giving an inch. “You’re clean Cara, you feel the lube, I promise. If you need to use the facilities that’s different, but don’t go running off because you fear you need to clean yourself. No shame between us. Ever. If I’d gotten you dirty, why would I think worse of you for something I did?”
She tried to get up but he embraced her possessively, and she began to feel the edges of panic. It’d been okay while in the midst of passion but now it was pissing her off.
“ Quinacridone . Let me up dammit ! ”
He immediately not only released her, but also helped her off the bed, touching her as little as possible and releasing her completely once she was standing and balanced.
She made it to the bathroom in three long steps, closing the door and locking it before sitting on the toilet to pass gas and empty her bladder. She wiped, saw she really was clean , and felt a little silly — though that wasn’t why she’d panicked. She hadn’t wanted him to hold her. She didn’t want anyone to hold her. Not like that, anyway.
Still, she didn’t think it was why he’d given her the stop word. He’d respected it though, and had not only let her get away, but helped her. She returned to the bedroom, pausing in the doorway to see him sitting on the side of the bed.
“I’m sorry. I know that’s not the reason you gave me the
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