“No.”
Another blow, this time on my right cheek, catches me by surprise. I try to roll off his legs, but he holds me still, yanking my collar back.
“N-no, Sir.”
“Good.”
He reaches back and grabs something coiled, and then he attaches a hook to the center metal ring. I look down at the strip of leather wrapped around his hand. A leash. I’m wearing a leash now.
“Dance for me.”
He gives my ass a squeeze and a rush of energy surges all the way to my face. I get up off his lap and stand up, seething with rage.
“Do you know how fucking sexy you look right now?”
The leash dangles from my throat, right between my tits as Luc holds it loosely in his hand, which drapes over the arm of the chair.
He watches me without blinking as I move my hips and sway my body. His hand winds the leather so that it’s taut against my throat, and I follow the pressure. I watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows. Then I walk between his legs and do a tantalizing turn.
“Fuck.”
His voice, strained with desire, spurs me on. I bend my hips and grab the arms of his chair, letting my hair drape over my back as I grind my ass against his fat cock. I feel it digging into my flesh. The leash pulls taut, and my back hits his chest. His lips brand my shoulder, and my skin tingles when he kisses my neck. A thick arm curls around my waist. Fuck, he keeps kissing me, sending thrills to my pussy. His hot mouth seals against my skin, urgent, biting. Then I turn around, straddling his waist. I gyrate my body, watching Luc’s face, lit up by rapturous desire. My tits bump against him until he pulls the leash taut and sucks me into his mouth. I watch him suck my tits, biting down hard. His lips and tongue slowly revolve around my nipple, until finally the wetness hits that sensitive area and I arch my back, pressing my chest into his face.
I reach down, fumbling with his belt and zipper. He yanks my leash and I tumble into his chest, wrapping my arms around me as his lips capture mine. It starts hard, and my heart quickens. All those times I kissed him. I remember them now, when I was convinced that I loved him. My arms wrap around his neck, transported to a year ago. I dig my fingers into his hair, loving the strong, masculine scent that used to cling to my pillows.
He breaks the kiss and shoves his jeans down. A pressure builds between my legs and he grips my shoulders, pushing me down. His cock impales me and the dazed look on his face changes. The scar on his face burns, twisting his face with agony, and he thrusts with a savage grunt, as though he doesn’t care how much it hurts. He pulls the leash, manipulating my body to get him off.
“Luc, I’m sorry.”
I can’t take the way he looks at me anymore. It makes my insides rot. He reaches around to my ass and spanks the wounded flesh.
“Fuck me. I want to see those tits bouncing on your chest.”
He’s gone. He really doesn’t give a fuck about me except for the space between my legs.
I didn’t realize how much I missed having his arms around me.
My hips rise as I grasp his shoulders through his damp shirt, and then I plunge down. His cock throbs hard, riding against my clit as I rise and fall again. He grits his teeth, slapping my tits and thrusting upward to meet my rhythm. I clench around him and fall forward, my body sliding up and down. His arms wrap around me and he fucks desperately, like a man on death row. He pounds me hard enough to make me scream to the ceiling, and then he cups a hand over my mouth. His eyes are like black holes. Empty.
“I’m sorry, Luc.” The muffled apology trembles through the cracks of his fingers.
“That’s not my fucking name.”
Then he thrusts again, releasing a huge groan as his cock twitches. Liquid floods my pussy, and then he reaches down, pinching my clit to make me come.
I collapse against his chest as tears burst from my eyes. My heart seizes and the pressure in my head builds as the orgasm floods my body with pent-up feelings. God, it hurts so much. Yeah, he was a fucking gangster, but he was a decent guy. I fucked him up. He couldn’t know how many nights I spent sobbing into my pillow as my belly grew and grew. I didn’t want to do this to him.
He wraps his arms around me, his chest heaving as my pussy locks around his cock. He comes hard, a second wave gushing into me as his thighs tremble with exertion.
It almost feels like he’s holding me. He’s still balls deep inside me, his chest rising and falling like the calm cadence of the sea. His fingers play with my collar, and then the sweat-soaked leather peels from my skin.
“I didn’t want to do this to you.”
The hand on my back freezes and Luc’s face is stone.
“But you did it anyway. You’re nothing to me but a fuck-toy and a mother to my child.”