I grab one of her cheeks and part it roughly, revealing the little ring of muscle, causing her to squeal into the frozen ground.
“Quill! What are you doing?”
Instead of answering, I let the switch cleave the air, falling straight into her very center. She howls in pain.
“Quill! That hurts! Stop!”
I actually have to bite down on the urge to do exactly as she says. I’m not used to powering through despite her pleas to stop. I wish I hadn’t chosen such an intense experience to start with.
But at the same time, I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on before. Something about her squirming and crying remindsme of how it used to be. Back in high school, when I was her bully, not her lover. It grew into a real obsession, an addiction even, to get a rise out of her, to make her angry or make her cry, sometimes both at the same time. I relished in my power over her, spent all the time I wasn’t bullying her dreaming up new forms of torment.
High school unleashed the sadistic side in me, and calmed my urge to kill her.
Of course, the last thing I want to do is kill Piper now. But there’s something about feeling such complete power over her that intoxicates me. It awakens the bully instinct in me. The one that makes me enjoy her tears and gasps of pain.
Fuck, I have such a hard-on it hurts.
I bring the switch down harder and longer than I meant to, attacking her most sensitive areas. Her crack, her pussy. I’m really a fucking sadist, to be using such a painful implement for the first time, concentrating it on where it hurts her the most.
I had only planned to give her two or three strokes with the switch, but I must have struck her at least a dozen times by the time I’ve finished. When I finally toss the stick, she cries in relief. She’s not even embarrassed anymore when I part her cheeks again, my cock growing even stiffer when I notice the angry red stripes zigzagging on her most intimate parts. Some of them in the very center of her, right over her asshole, others on the insides of her cheeks, and still more turning her pussy bright red.
She shudders when I bring a finger down between her cheeks to rub the pain away.
“I want to fuck you where I hurt you,” I growl in her ear.
“No, Quill,” she sniffs. “It burns too much.”
I pause again, hesitating, before noting the glance she gives me through her tears.
This girl. She’s testing me, wondering if I’ll follow through onwhat she asked. She’s never saidnoso much before, and I can tell it’s a mix of wanting to provoke me, and needing to feel how powerless she is.
The thought of taking what she doesn’t necessarily want to give me is enticing, but it’s hard, too. What if I go too far? What if shereallydoesn’t want it? How will I be able to tell?
I half-wish we had defined some sort of safe word, but at the same time, I understand what Piper meant. The loss of control she needs is real, not contrived. She doesn’t want to carry the knowledge that, deep down, she can put a stop to it whenever she wants to.
And the truth is, neither do I.
But what makes me nervous is wondering if I’ll know when to stop. Given unlimited power, how far could my sadism carry me?
I’m going to have to be careful.
Unfortunately, careful is not something I’m used to being.
“It burns, huh?” I whisper in her ear.
“Yes,” she sniffs. “So don’t make it worse, Quill. Don’t you dare!”
Grabbing her roughly by the sides, I don’t even give her a second to realize what I’m doing. I whip out my cock and push it into her bruised ass.
“Quill!” she shrieks, writhing around me.
I still within her, letting her fight me. She’s actually going wild, trying to force herself away from my cock, and I pin her down more firmly, my cock inside her hard to the point where it feels like it could burst. It’s addictive to watch her wiggle her butt, trying helplessly to resist.
“You can scream as loud as you want to,” I threaten, wrapping my hand around her throat. “You can try to fight me. It’s all pointless.”
At last she grows still, shuddering around me, and I begin topump in and out of her, groaning at how tight she feels around my cock.Fuck, it’s so good.
Removing her glasses and sticking them in the pocket of my hoodie, I push her down to the ground, keeping her ass up. Then I reach around to lift up her shirt and tweak one of her nipples. My other hand keeps a firm, slightly squeezing hold around her neck.