Get off on the Pain
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I get even more pissed when he still doesn’t turn around or even make an attempt to say anything. Is he seriously going to act as if I’m not even here? “You could at least look at me when I talk to you.” I walk over so that I’m right behind him now.
“Stay right fucking there,” he growls.
“No. Fuck you,” I repeat.
He turns around, his jaw muscles flexing as he looks me up and down. “Come any closer and see if I don’t rip those clothes right off your body and fuck you until you can’t walk. I will annihilate your pussy, and never look back. ”
He runs his tongue over his bottom lip before biting it and gripping the back of my neck as I step right in front of him, my eyes heated with anger and my fucked up desire for him.
“You’re stepping into a dangerous game, Lyric. I’m not sure I can control myself, not with you.”
I swallow as his grip on my neck tightens. It gives me a rush, plus the sound of that word leaving his lips has me hot: dangerous. Maybe I’m just drawn to danger. It was how I was raised. Danger and violence was not the abnormal, but the norm for us.
“I’m not scared of you, Memphis.” I reach up and grip his hair with my right hand, causing him to growl as my lips brush against his. “There’s not much that I am afraid of; not anymore. I’m tired of being afraid. Aren’t you?” My voice expels in a whisper. Not able to withstand it any longer, I reach out and rip his shirt open, sending the buttons flying. His chest is rising and falling so fast that it almost scares me.
His eyes look up to meet mine. The reaction is so fast that it takes me by surprise. They look fierce as they take me in, appearing as if he wants to fuck me so hard I’ll be crawling my way out of here. I’m finding it hard to catch my breath, and I still can’t get over the beauty of him and the way he makes me feel breathless each time I’m in his presence. There’s so much I want to know and he needs to know that I’m not the one afraid . . . he is.
Out of nowhere he picks me up and roughly walks me across the room, tossing me onto his bed below. I land in the middle, grasping the soft blanket in surprise. He watches for my reaction as if he’s worried that I’m afraid of him, afraid of this. He’s testing me, studying my face as he strips his shirt off and tosses it aside. “I can’t fucking be gentle, Lyric. It’s not in me . . . so are you staying or leaving?”
I sit up and slip my jacket off, my eyes staying locked with his. I need him to see the sureness in them; how absolute I am about wanting this. “Staying,” I say firmly.
He looks away for a second before turning back to look at me. “Good. I was hoping that would be your answer.”
Reaching down he grabs for my shirt and pulls it over my head, stripping it off before tossing it behind him. “Undo my jeans.”
He reaches around with his hand and grips the back of my neck as I grab for the waist of his jeans and push the button through the slit, before pulling one side hard, ripping the zipper until they are open. I push them down his legs, scratching his thighs along the way, being just as harsh in movement as he’s been with me. I can be rough too. I don’t need gentle. I won’t break. It feels good to get my frustration out. I think I’m going to like this. I almost need it.
I see a small smirk splay across his face, as he looks me over in approval, his fist balled up as if I’ve just fed into his darkness. I’ve worked him up and I love it.
His grip on my neck tightens as he pulls me toward him and slams his lips against mine, making me lose all control. His kiss is passionate, yet so fierce that I feel as if he’s claiming me.
Before I can say anything, he has me up to my feet and facing the wall in the back of his room that has the huge mirror, practically covering the whole space.
He forces me to face it before he bends down in front of me and roughly undresses me, until I’m completely bare, staring at my own reflection in the mirror. I notice my nipples harden right away, and tiny bumps rise on my flesh as he grazes his teeth down the side of my neck.
“Wrap your hands in the rope above you.” His voice is deep and full of want, making my pussy throb at the sound alone. I can’t deny that I like him being in charge right now. It’s so fucking sexy. I want to see where this is going; I have to.
I glance up at the ceiling above me and notice two ropes hanging above my head, forming an upside down V with a knot at each end. My guess is that they’re part of his workout routine. Imagining him doing pull ups while shirtless in front of this mirror is such a turn on that I have to close my legs so he doesn’t notice how wet he already has me.
I’m standing in front of the mirror with my arms now tangled in the ropes as Memphis walks away. My heart is beating so fast that I can feel it pounding in my chest, increasing the blood flow in my veins. I’ve never done anything like this before, and knowing that it’s with Memphis gives me a rush like no other.
A few seconds later music starts to play in the room. The familiar song on the radio catches my attention as I watch Memphis in the mirror behind me, looking for something: Desire by Meg Myers. Fuck me! This song makes me want to devour Memphis in the best way possible. I can’t deny that I want it rough. With him I want everything rough, because that’s what he is.
My body starts to shake as I watch Memphis approach me from behind holding a camera in his hand. It’s an older model, but the same in expense as mine. I have this feeling there is a story behind it, making this moment even better. I guess he wasn’t lying when he said he liked the camera, because he has one. He reaches up with his free hand and makes sure that my arms are secure. “Hold on tight and don’t fucking let go.”
My breath escapes me as I watch Memphis strip himself from his tight boxer briefs, now standing behind me completely naked . . . and hard. Before I can catch my breath I feel him pressed up behind me. He grips my hair with one hand and pulls back so that my neck is exposed to him.
His warm breath caresses my neck as I hear the shutter of the camera. I’ve never been exposed like this, yet I like the idea of him wanting to capture me like this. It’s insanely hot.
“This may hurt a little,” he whispers. Letting go of my hair he reaches over and grabs for a condom, ripping the wrapper open with his teeth.
“Good,” I whisper, anticipating the feel of his thick cock filling me, and already imagining how hard he’s going to fuck me. He cups his hand over my mound, slightly lifting me to align our waists at the same height. I arch my back, giving him better access to my pussy.
“Stay right fucking there,” he growls.
“No. Fuck you,” I repeat.
He turns around, his jaw muscles flexing as he looks me up and down. “Come any closer and see if I don’t rip those clothes right off your body and fuck you until you can’t walk. I will annihilate your pussy, and never look back. ”
He runs his tongue over his bottom lip before biting it and gripping the back of my neck as I step right in front of him, my eyes heated with anger and my fucked up desire for him.
“You’re stepping into a dangerous game, Lyric. I’m not sure I can control myself, not with you.”
I swallow as his grip on my neck tightens. It gives me a rush, plus the sound of that word leaving his lips has me hot: dangerous. Maybe I’m just drawn to danger. It was how I was raised. Danger and violence was not the abnormal, but the norm for us.
“I’m not scared of you, Memphis.” I reach up and grip his hair with my right hand, causing him to growl as my lips brush against his. “There’s not much that I am afraid of; not anymore. I’m tired of being afraid. Aren’t you?” My voice expels in a whisper. Not able to withstand it any longer, I reach out and rip his shirt open, sending the buttons flying. His chest is rising and falling so fast that it almost scares me.
His eyes look up to meet mine. The reaction is so fast that it takes me by surprise. They look fierce as they take me in, appearing as if he wants to fuck me so hard I’ll be crawling my way out of here. I’m finding it hard to catch my breath, and I still can’t get over the beauty of him and the way he makes me feel breathless each time I’m in his presence. There’s so much I want to know and he needs to know that I’m not the one afraid . . . he is.
Out of nowhere he picks me up and roughly walks me across the room, tossing me onto his bed below. I land in the middle, grasping the soft blanket in surprise. He watches for my reaction as if he’s worried that I’m afraid of him, afraid of this. He’s testing me, studying my face as he strips his shirt off and tosses it aside. “I can’t fucking be gentle, Lyric. It’s not in me . . . so are you staying or leaving?”
I sit up and slip my jacket off, my eyes staying locked with his. I need him to see the sureness in them; how absolute I am about wanting this. “Staying,” I say firmly.
He looks away for a second before turning back to look at me. “Good. I was hoping that would be your answer.”
Reaching down he grabs for my shirt and pulls it over my head, stripping it off before tossing it behind him. “Undo my jeans.”
He reaches around with his hand and grips the back of my neck as I grab for the waist of his jeans and push the button through the slit, before pulling one side hard, ripping the zipper until they are open. I push them down his legs, scratching his thighs along the way, being just as harsh in movement as he’s been with me. I can be rough too. I don’t need gentle. I won’t break. It feels good to get my frustration out. I think I’m going to like this. I almost need it.
I see a small smirk splay across his face, as he looks me over in approval, his fist balled up as if I’ve just fed into his darkness. I’ve worked him up and I love it.
His grip on my neck tightens as he pulls me toward him and slams his lips against mine, making me lose all control. His kiss is passionate, yet so fierce that I feel as if he’s claiming me.
Before I can say anything, he has me up to my feet and facing the wall in the back of his room that has the huge mirror, practically covering the whole space.
He forces me to face it before he bends down in front of me and roughly undresses me, until I’m completely bare, staring at my own reflection in the mirror. I notice my nipples harden right away, and tiny bumps rise on my flesh as he grazes his teeth down the side of my neck.
“Wrap your hands in the rope above you.” His voice is deep and full of want, making my pussy throb at the sound alone. I can’t deny that I like him being in charge right now. It’s so fucking sexy. I want to see where this is going; I have to.
I glance up at the ceiling above me and notice two ropes hanging above my head, forming an upside down V with a knot at each end. My guess is that they’re part of his workout routine. Imagining him doing pull ups while shirtless in front of this mirror is such a turn on that I have to close my legs so he doesn’t notice how wet he already has me.
I’m standing in front of the mirror with my arms now tangled in the ropes as Memphis walks away. My heart is beating so fast that I can feel it pounding in my chest, increasing the blood flow in my veins. I’ve never done anything like this before, and knowing that it’s with Memphis gives me a rush like no other.
A few seconds later music starts to play in the room. The familiar song on the radio catches my attention as I watch Memphis in the mirror behind me, looking for something: Desire by Meg Myers. Fuck me! This song makes me want to devour Memphis in the best way possible. I can’t deny that I want it rough. With him I want everything rough, because that’s what he is.
My body starts to shake as I watch Memphis approach me from behind holding a camera in his hand. It’s an older model, but the same in expense as mine. I have this feeling there is a story behind it, making this moment even better. I guess he wasn’t lying when he said he liked the camera, because he has one. He reaches up with his free hand and makes sure that my arms are secure. “Hold on tight and don’t fucking let go.”
My breath escapes me as I watch Memphis strip himself from his tight boxer briefs, now standing behind me completely naked . . . and hard. Before I can catch my breath I feel him pressed up behind me. He grips my hair with one hand and pulls back so that my neck is exposed to him.
His warm breath caresses my neck as I hear the shutter of the camera. I’ve never been exposed like this, yet I like the idea of him wanting to capture me like this. It’s insanely hot.
“This may hurt a little,” he whispers. Letting go of my hair he reaches over and grabs for a condom, ripping the wrapper open with his teeth.
“Good,” I whisper, anticipating the feel of his thick cock filling me, and already imagining how hard he’s going to fuck me. He cups his hand over my mound, slightly lifting me to align our waists at the same height. I arch my back, giving him better access to my pussy.
