September Fall. Jenny Plumb
think I could take fifty of those and still like it, okay. I'm fine. Why don't you think about how frustrated you've been for the past couple of weeks, and take that frustration out on me?"
He shook his head, dropped the belt, and sat back. "No. Not just no, but hell no. I'm not taking my frustration out on you; that's horrible."
Glaring at him, she snipped, "No, it's not. It would be horrible if I wasn't getting off on it, but since I am, it'll be good for both of us." She took note that his hard on hadn't gone away and spread her legs a little wider. "Feel how wet I am for you."
Frowning, it took him a couple of seconds, but he got back up on his knees and rubbed his hand over her heated flesh before sticking a couple of fingers between her legs and sliding them inside.
She heard his sharp intake of breath and purposefully pushed back into his hand. "Please?" she begged breathlessly. "Please, ten more, and then fuck me."
His fingers went in and out a few times, before he took them out and picked up the belt. "Ten more."
"Thank you," she said, pleased that she'd gotten her way. Closing her eyes, she soon felt the belt connect with her now sore skin and moaned, "Yes."
By the time all ten had been given, she was practically ready to orgasm just from the pain. When she heard him put the belt down, she quickly maneuvered herself again, so that her butt was facing him, and spread her legs wide. "Fuck me?"
She heard a soft curse come from him as he scrambled off the bed, grabbed a condom out of the drawer beside his bed, and ripped it open. He rolled it on as he moved back to where he'd started, and within seconds, he was shoving himself deep inside her with one hard thrust.
"Oh my God, yes," she said, pushing her sore skin up against his body.
He groaned and started moving. Slowly at first, but soon with her moving in sync, their bodies were slapping together. Every time his body pressed against her hot skin, her clit pulsed with more and more excitement until she could feel the buildup to an orgasm starting in her lower belly. She bit her lip, closed her eyes, and let the magnificent friction of the in and out mix with the jolt of pain each time his body met hers. The sensations built to a crescendo, and she cried out, "Yes!" as a strong thrust pushed her over the edge. Her whole body clenched again and again as she came, and his thrusts got faster, until he pushed all the way in and dug his fingers into her hips as he held her still and groaned loudly.
Coming down from her own release, she could appreciate his tight hold pressing their bodies together and made an appreciative noise in her throat while purposely clenching around him once more.
When his fingers relaxed on her hips, she said, "That was wonderful. Thank you."
His fingertips moved lightly across her ass, and she looked back to see him frowning as he inspected the red skin.
She leaned forward so that he'd slide out and then turned and got on her knees again to face him. She put a hand on the side of his face and said with sincerity, "Thank you for doing that for me. It was exactly what I wanted." Leaning in, she gave him a soft kiss.
As Adam's hard on withered, so did a good portion of his self-respect. He broke off the kiss and looked into her eyes, waiting to see the regret and possible anger set in.
To his surprise, she smiled. "Ready to go back downstairs and finish lunch?" she asked with honest to God cheer in her voice.
"Uh…" He wasn't usually one to snuggle. Once he was done fucking, he generally just wanted to go to sleep, but today, he really could have used some closeness to assure himself that she was actually happy with what he'd done, now that it was over.
"I'm kind of hungry after all," she said, grinning.
"Right. Sure. Of course." He got off the bed, tossed the condom, and started getting dressed, while she did the same.
Soon they were back in the kitchen, and Adam's guilt hit new levels as he watched her squirm in her chair while she ate.
He'd hit her, and he'd enjoyed it. He was about eighty-percent sure he'd hit her hard enough to leave a bruise, when she was already injured. She couldn't even make it up the stairs herself, and he'd hit her and fucked her like he was some thug who liked hurting women. And wasn't that an accurate description of him now? He had been arrested for beating someone up, after all. Sure, she'd asked him to hit her, and he believed her when she said she'd liked it because he'd liked it, too, but that didn't make it okay. His father had often said, just because you want it, doesn't mean you should have it. If a kid wanted candy for dinner, sure, they'd like it, but that didn't mean it would be good for them, and a decent parent would say no. As a good lover, Adam should have said no, but he'd just wanted her so badly in the moment, he couldn't help himself.
By the time he dropped her off at home, he was full of self-doubt. Over the past two weeks, he'd gotten better at hiding his feelings while his world had crumbled around him, so he was able to give her a smile and a wave before driving away, saving his frown for the road.
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