Time stands still, granting me absolute clarity on what I want. What Ihavewanted. What I’ve tried to bring up as we’ve played and explored, but Ledger’s held back. This part of himself that’s so perfectly depraved and dirty, a perfect match to the last part of myself I’ve been desperate to make unclean.
“Hurt me,” I whisper into the space between us, gripping his hair tight enough in my hands to force his head back enough for me to lean down and press my lips to his. “Make it hurt.” I trace his bottom lip and stand back up, ready to finally experience the mixture of pain and pleasure that I’ve read about but that my sweet devil has been too deferential to give me. We’ve discussed it, but he always comes up with an excuse before we make any plans.
His face clearly shows his warring emotions, but I can see the outline of his hard cock through his shorts.Damn, have I missed that.
I see the moment he decides he’s not going to do it, and I’m already pulling my hand back before he can even say it.
“Sloane, no. I’m not going to…”
Slap.
The sharp sound of my hand against Ledger’s cheek echoes throughout the room as his head whips to the side with the force.Fuck, that hurts.My hand tingles as Ledger slowly stands, twisting his head to the left, then to the right, methodically popping his neck.
“Safe word,” he says, giving me a look so loaded I can’t even begin to know if I’ve won the lottery or fucked up. Maybe both. Almost certainly both.
“Crimson.” No matter what he thinks, I do want this and have for a while—enough to have done my research.At least, I hope.
Before I know it, I’m being tugged back from the windowsill and laid on my back on the table. I feel something around my ankles, then wrists, and I realize he’s used the curtain tiebacks and something else to secure me. I’m not going anywhere. My head hangs off the end, and I see Ledger approach upside down. He’s naked and still smeared with a considerable amount of blood. “Stay still.”
I do as I’m told when I feel cool metal against my upper arm, then the left strap of my corset falls away. The right follows soon after, and Ledger, clearly unable to be bothered to untie me, slices right down the front of my top until I’m naked from the waist up.
He’s less controlled now, as if seeing me topless and at his mercy has unlocked a new level of possessiveness. His hand settles across my throat, and he gives me a moderate squeeze, enough to have my full attention. He puts something cold and jingly in my right hand.
“I’m fucking this throat that you’ve denied me for nearly a month, and you’re going to lie there and fucking take it. You won’t be able to say anything, so drop the keys if you need to stop. If you’re lucky, I will.”
Before I can say I understand, his dick is as far back in my throat as it can go, and I immediately gag around his piercings. I’ve improved since I started sucking his cock, but I’m by no means an expert. Ledger is unbothered, simply pulling out and pushing back in as tears start to stream down my face. Just as I think I have a good breathing pattern down, and I’m focused on breathing through my nose, he reaches across my body to slap one of my breasts as it bounces from the force of his thrusts. I scream around his dick, causing him to groan and his pace to falter for a thrust before picking back up.
“That’s my bad girl. Scream for me, Sloane.” He rains down slaps, alternating breasts until I can feel the heat from my blood rushing to the surface of my nipples as they turn red.
I whine at being called his bad girl, not sure if I love it or hate it because I’m so used to being good.
“Do you not like that? That’s what you are, though, isn’t it? I hate to break it to you, Angel. But good girls don’t love having their throats fucked. Only bad little whores do. So it looks like that’s exactly what you are.”
Fuck me, I’m dripping.Maybe I am hisbad girl.
As I wiggle and try to find any nonexistent chance at relief for my throbbing clit, he reaches a long arm over my torso and gives me a slap there too through my leather pants. I scream and choke more around his dick, his pace now more feverish and uncontrolled.
“None of that wiggling. That’s bad-girl behavior. Do you know what else a bad girl would do?”
I try to shake my head.
“A bad girl would come from me sucking on her raw nipples.”
He leans forward to suck my nipple into his mouth, thenbites it,and that’s all it takes. I let out a muffled scream as I comehard.
“That’s my fucking girl. My Sloane might just be a perfect little pain slut, aren’t you? Here’s your reward that I promised you. Do. Not. Swallow.”
His dick pulses as he comes down my throat, groaning my name with his head thrown back. He pulls back at the last second to give me a mouthful to keep before stepping to the side and untying my limbs from the table. Grabbing around my waist, he sits me up and positions me on my heels. I whine as I realize he isn’t going to let me come, and he laughs, coming back around to face me at the head of the table and giving each nipple a harsh pinch as he does so. More tears fall onto my already wet cheeks, and he watches, fascinated, as one trails all the way to my jaw. I’m beginning to think he’s forgotten about my uncomfortable mouthful of cum when his eyes snap to mine.
“Show me.”
My cheeks flush as I open my mouth and stick out my tongue, cum dripping from the tip down onto my breasts below. His gaze follows the drops until he leans down and licks them up before capturing my mouth in a searing kiss. I recognize immediately that this is the first real kiss we’ve had in over three weeks, and I’m crying again, this time from happiness at having this connection again. I’m so caught up in how right I feel and howat homeI feel that I don’t notice Ledger’s hand trailing up my back to wrap my ponytail around his fist. He tugs on my hair as he breaks our kiss, keeping my bottom lip in his teeth and bitinghard.I’m surprised when he lets go that I don’t taste the coppery tang of blood, and by the looks of it, so is he.
“Naughty girl,” he says, before he leans down andbitesinto the fleshy underside of my left breast. I scream, loudly and unmuffled, this time without a dick in my mouth. This is definitely all pain and no pleasure. I writhe, but his grip is strong. When he pulls back, I see that he succeeded in drawing blood this time, and he’s licking me off his bottom lip.
He pulls me off the table and carries me to the couch, bending me in half over the edge and holding my forearms together behind my back. He steps back, and I immediately miss his warmth. The longer I stand here half naked in my stupid, sexy leather pants, the more I realize how silent and cold this room is. I want to turn and see where Ledger is, or open my mouth and ask, but both of those options feel like losing the game before we’ve even started to play.
I’m lost in the sensation when he breaks the silence. “Why do you think I didn’t let you come just now?”
