Once her hisses of pain turn to moans of pleasure, I thrust hard and deep. I watch her closely, each hard thrust making her full breasts bounce. I reach over and pick up the wand; her eyes flutter open when she hears the vibrations.
She swallows hard.
I push the dial to full power and press it to her clit. Ezra’s head goes back; she cries out and fists the covers so tight her knuckles go white. I continue to thrust into her harder, deeper until I feel her body quaking under me. “Oh God! Oh, Damien, I’m coming!” She comes apart, and I feel her walls clamp down hard around my cock, every pulse of her orgasm driving me closer to my release.
I toss the wand aside and lean over. I kiss her deeply, and she responds, parting her lips, accepting my tongue, and kisses me back despite her gasping for air. “Can you go again?” I whisper, and she moans, nodding.
That’s my girl.
Wasting no time, I flip her over onto her stomach and pull her hips up, so she was on all fours. I slap her ass hard, and she yelps before I thrust deep into her again. “Uh, shit, shit, shit yes, yes, harder!”
I obey and fuck her harder with each thrust; I grip her small waist and yank her back against me as I thrust. The sound of my hips slapping against her ass echoes throughout the room. I spank that beautiful ass and squeeze hard, tugging her harder against me. It’s impossible to hold back any longer, she’s already so tight, and when her walls flutter and pulse around my cock I can’t fight the urge, she screams my name going over, and I follow her blowing my load deep inside her.
“Fuck, Ezra!”
Mutually breathless, our bodies quake and rock together. I lean over and kiss up Ezra’s spine. I push her down on her stomach, my body covering hers, laying open-mouthed kisses along her shoulder. She pants, totally spent, her body warm and damp with sweat. “You did great, baby,” I whisper, pulling out of her. Ezra rolls onto her back, her breath still labored.
“That was insane.” She gasps between breaths. I take a long swig of the bottle of water and hand it to her.
“Drink. You need to stay hydrated.” Ezra winces as she leans up and takes the bottle of water from me and greedily chugs down half the bottle.
“How do you feel?” Ezra licks her full lips and lifts her blue eyes to meet mine.
“Sore,” I smirk, nodding. I lay on my back and sigh.
“Damien, how much worse does it get?” Ezra questions hesitantly, staring up at the ceiling. I lick my lips and shift my gaze to look at her, trailing a finger along her forearm.
“Pretty dark.”
She frowns and tilts her head up to look at me. “How dark have you gone?” I sigh and rub her jaw. What she’s witnessed isn’t even close to BDSM and the shit I’ve been involved in. That was just foreplay.
“Very dark,” I tell her, and she looks up at the ceiling again and chews her bottom lip gingerly. “What you’ve seen today that was beginners type of stuff. The type folk does at home to spice up their dull sex life. The hardcore stuff is very dark. I’m talking gagging, suffocating them until they almost pass out while you fuck them raw, whipping until they have lashes that bleed and they cry from the pain.” Ezra shifts and looks at me, appalled.
“Is that the type of thing that gets you off? Hurting women?” I regard her silently for a long moment while she just stares back at me. What am I supposed to tell her? That I get pleasure from hurting others, watching someone screaming from the pain I am exerting on them turns me on.
“Ezra, there’s more to it than what you’re picturing. The women that do this are masochists; they thrive on it just as much as the dominant does. It’s a two-way thing. It’s not cruel because it’s what they need, what they require in their lives—for whatever reason—they feel like they deserve to be punished. It doesn’t make them bad people. And just because you don’t understand something doesn’t make it wrong.” I explain and notice the worry in her eyes doesn’t disappear.
Her eyes fall to her lap, and she heaves a sigh. “I’ll never be able to give you that, Damien. What we did today was fine, but I can’t see myself ever wanting to be whipped till I bleed or be suffocated until I pass out. That’s just not me.” I frown, sit up and lift her gaze to mine.
“Ezra, I’m not asking you too,” I reassure her and see the tears brimming in her eyes. “I already told you we’d only go as far as you’re comfortable with. If you don’t like it, then we stop all together.”
“You said you wouldn’t change for anyone.” I nod in response.
“I won’t. That still stands.” She frowns and bites her lip.
“So, when I’m not enough anymore, and you get bored with the basic stuff, and you have your urges…what happens then?” I sigh and shake my head.
“I don’t know, Ezra. This is the reason I’ve always chosen to be alone. Why I don’t or rather can’t have relationships or settle down with someone. The only girls I fuck already know the score. It’s a mutual understanding, so this...” I gesture between us and shrug. “It’s just as new to me as it is to you. I don’t know if you’ll be enough or for how long. I know this is unfair to you, and it’s not what you signed up for, but I’m not some prince charming in a fairytale. It is what it is. If you can’t handle a sexual relationship with no strings and don’t want us to continue sleeping together, we won’t. We’ll keep it clean like we originally planned.”
Ezra shakes her head, “You’re damn right; it’s not fair. How is this supposed to work exactly? We just stop having sex, just like that, and what you run off, torture your submissive’s and fuck them, and I’m supposed to what, sit at home like the good little wife and wait for you come back?” She shakes her head. “I’m sorry, but that doesn’t work for me, Damien. Absolutely not. If you want to be out there screwing around, then I’ll be doing the same. You get yours, and I’ll get mine. Two-way thing, right? You’re not the only one with a reputation to protect.” I watch her ramble on and on, and the idea alone of another man touching her makes my blood boil.
“You can try and screw around, but all you’ll leave behind is a trail of dead bodies, Ezra. I will put a bullet in the head of everyone that lays a finger on you. Is that what you want?” I ask her grimly, and she rakes her fingers through her hair, her temper flaring.
Ezra slides off the bed and picks up her dress. “No, Damien, that is the furthest from what I want! What I want is for you to try and understand where I’m coming from, for one damn second, put aside your goddamn arrogance and look at me!”
“I am looking at you!”
“No, you’re not!” She screams back, irately. “Look at what you’re asking of me, Damien! You want to talk about change? I have changed myself. I have given up myself and surrendered to you…for you!” She shouts, tears streaming down her cheeks. I get up and walk over to her.