Dirty Bad Savage(17)

I did as I was told, sitting down on the edge of the four poster, letting the familiar rise of adrenaline flood through me. Roger took some leather cuffs and a long length of chain, wrapping it tight around the thick carved wood of the posts.

“Maybe you’ll be a better girl today, take my whole fucking fist without crying off. I’m gonna make you beg for it, so meathead out there can hear how much you want me.”

Roger wasn’t playing. He was inflamed by another man’s presence, seething under his cool exterior. He stood over me, thick fingers under my chin, tilting my face up to him.

“You want him to hear you, don’t you? Want him to hear what a dirty little slut you are. Maybe I should leave you tied when I’m done, let him come in for my leftovers. He’s probably used to scraps.” Roger yanked hard at my dress, forcing it down over my tits. “Has he seen these? I bet he’d like to?”

I shook my head.

“Good. He won’t want them when I’ve finished with them. Hands behind your head.”

Vicious smacks landing hard on tender skin, practiced enough to catch the nipple. I closed my eyes, arching myself into it. Fuck yes. This was it. This was what I craved. He twisted my nipples between his fingers, teasing them into a false sense of security before resuming his assault.

“Look at those sweet little tits, dirty girl,” he whispered. “Now they match your fucking dress.”

My flesh was rosy pink in his hands, he squeezed hard, until I squirmed. “More... please.”

“Not yet. On the bed, show me that pretty white ass.”

I moved into position, shuffling until my dress rode up around my thighs. Roger helped it on its way, giving my backside a thwack for good measure. It echoed around the room. Rough fingers forced their way between my legs, snaking inside the crotch of my panties.

“Just as I thought, sopping fucking wet.”

“Please...” I hissed, craving the intrusion.

“You haven’t earned it,” he barked. I gasped as he withdrew, keeping my eyes shut as he rattled about on the dresser. I heard him slap his palm... with leather... a leather strap. He grabbed my wrists, pulled me up the bed until he could cuff me. Roger wasn’t slack like Cain, the cuffs were tight, chains taut. He pushed my knees under me until my ass was in the air, groaning as he slid my panties down around my thighs. “Peachy fucking view from this end. Time for you to earn your pleasure.”

There were no warm-up taps, no tickling with the strap. Roger got straight down to it, striking a heavy blow right across my ass cheeks.

“Yes... fuck...”

“Loud enough for you?” he growled, landing another. It was loud, really fucking loud.

“Harder... please...” I moaned, rocking back as the bite subsided.

“Dirty fucking bitch.” He obliged, raining down perfect lashes, and the adrenaline spiked, ears ringing, breath ragged. Just how I love it. Roger leaned in close. “Beg for me, dirty girl, let that thug out there know how much you want me.”

“More... yes... please...”

“Louder. Let him fucking hear it.”

Shit. I was lost, coasting along on the rhythm... the beautiful pain...

“Let him fucking hear you,” he hissed.

“HURT ME! PLEASE, YES, I WANT IT!”

“Good girl,” he groaned. “You’ll fucking take this.” I squealed as he jammed his meaty fingers right the way inside me. Fuck. His modus operandi. I squirmed in my chains as his thumb tried to join his fingers.

“OW! Shit...”

“You’re so wet for this, I’ll bet he can hear your slurping fucking snatch through the wall.” He wiggled his hand to demonstrate his point. “Spread your knees, wider.”

I gritted my teeth and did as he asked, opening myself up for more. I arched my back, shifting position until his brutal fucking fingers hit the right spot.

“YES!” I cried. “There... please...”

“Hitting the sweet spot, am I? Oh, fucking yes.” He wrapped his free hand around my thigh, finding my clit. “Let’s make you fucking scream.”

He had me. Endorphins peaked, careening me into subspace as I jerked in his grip. Months of frustration crested and subsided, and there was only submission, only the pleasure-pain salvation of his hand between my legs. I didn’t fight it, didn’t care, rocking back and forth, taking as much as my body could take.

“I should call him in,” he growled. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? He could see how tight you are, how dirty, see me knuckle-deep in your horny little cunt.”

“OW, FUCK... I’M COMING, FUCK, YES, I’M COMING...” I unravelled, jerking and writhing and grunting beyond care. It was everything I needed. Everything I wanted.