My entire body shook. He didn’t know it, but what he was asking was too much, too hard. If he’d let me close my eyes. If he’d stop looking at me like that, pulling me in, pulling me deeper into him, I could pretend what I felt welling inside me didn’t exist. But he wouldn’t, and I felt as though I was being dragged into a tornado, desperately grabbing for purchase, but everything was being ripped from my grasp.
I was right there, right on the cusp. My body was electric, buzzing, sparking off his, and I couldn’t tip over the edge. My fear of what I was feeling for the man holding me was a brutal grip around my throat. “I can’t,” I cried.
“Trust me?” Manic asked.
And I nodded, whimpering. I didn’t understand what was happening to me or what I needed. I wanted to reach for something, but how could I when I didn’t know what it was? I could say sugar and everything would stop. Manic would stop. It was on the tip of my tongue, but I didn’t. I couldn’t bring myself to say it, to end this.
Manic unhooked my hands, pulled out of me, lifted me off the bench, and spun me around. His hand gripped the back of my neck and he bent me forward, over the bench again, then slammed inside me from behind. I gasped. He felt so much bigger like this, and he was already almost more than I could take. I dragged in a breath, and before I could release it, his hand came down hard on my ass. The slap rang out in the shadowy shed, and I arched my back, crying out.
Then he did it again.
The pain snapped me out of the crap flying around my head. My mind stilled, cleared.
Slap. A third time on the other side.
This was different than the spanking he’d given me the night before. These stung; there was pain but nothing I couldn’t handle, and with each one, I felt it deep inside, a throb, my inner muscles gripping around his cock, thrusting inside me over and over again. My pussy clenched tight around him, then again. “Oh god.”
He leaned in. “That’s my good girl,” he said against my ear. “You’re taking it so good. One more, then you can come for me.”
I nodded, I was right there.
His wide hand connected with my ass, and I screamed, coming so hard I shook. His cock pulsed inside me, filling me, and another wave of pleasure hit hard enough that my legs gave out from under me.
Manic caught me up, slid out, and turned me, holding me tightly to his chest. “You did so fucking good, cupcake,” he said, pressing kisses to my hair and rocking me gently. “I’ve got you, Addison. I’ve got you, baby.”
I couldn’t speak or move as a peace washed through me, over me, the kind of peace I didn’t know I was capable of feeling. I pressed my hand to his chest, the soft hair under my palm comforting, the sound of his heavy breathing lulling me further.
I didn’t want him to let me go.
At that moment, I realized I never wanted him to let me go.