Heart of a Prick

by Ella Miles

  “I said that I was going to tie you up and fuck you every hour on the hour for twenty-four hours straight. That you wouldn’t be able to sleep or eat or sit straight because all you could think about while the minutes passed between fuckings was my cock. How desperate you were for it. How you ached between your legs for me to fuck you. How your lips begged to be wrapped around my long, thick length. How your body trembled, waiting for me.”

  My mouth drops as I think about it. I’ve never fucked a man more than twice in a day. I can’t imagine twenty-four times. I don’t think he can do it. That’s impossible. But I watch the clock as the seconds tick by behind him, inching closer to the next hour. We started at noon. That leaves twenty-three more times. That’s far too many and somehow also not enough. I’m not sure if a week is long enough to get Brody out of my system. But I need to try.

  I watch as the clock changes to one o’clock, and Brody’s face comes alive with a darkness I haven’t seen from him before.

  He spins me around before I realize what’s happening. My arms are forced together behind my back, and then I feel something slick going around my wrists as he forcefully ties them together.

  “A tie?” I ask, confused about where he got it.

  “Yes. I grabbed the damn thing from my room before I came here. It’s the one that Bayron pressured me into wearing last night. I’ve finally found a way to put it to good use.”

  He tightens it, roughly tying it around my wrists, so tightly that there is no way I will ever be able to break free. He grabs my arm and leads me out toward the balcony that overlooks my private pool. He pushes me down until I’m kneeling in front of him before he pulls out his thick, erect cock.

  “Suck,” he commands.

  I want to, but I don’t want to at the same time. I want to feel his cock filling my mouth. I want to suck the pleasure out of him, but I don’t want to give him any pleasure at the same time because he’s a dick.

  “Suck,” he says again as he pushes his cock at my lips.

  My eyes light up in defiance, as I open my mouth to let his cock in, but I don’t plan on letting him get the pleasure that he is seeking. I barely let my lips cover his tip as I suck him, licking the pre-cum off that has settled over the tip.

  He grabs my hair in his fist, and I know he is going to force my head further over his cock but not until I rake my teeth over his length hard enough that I know it isn’t entirely pleasant.

  “Cunt,” he curses with a wicked grin on his face.

  He likes it when I defy him. He wants me to. Just like I want him to punish me for defying him.

  And then he pushes his dick so far into my throat that I can’t help but gag.

  “Breathe, gorgeous,” he says before he pulls his cock back out of my mouth before slowly pushing it back in again.

  This time, I’m prepared. I breathe calmly as the tears stain down my face from the pain, but the look on his face makes it all worth it. The groans leaving his throat make me want to suck him in deeper. And the pain pushes all of my real pain away, just like I thought it would. I want more and more and more of this. More pain.

  He sees it in my eyes when I surrender to the pain, and instead of fighting it, I crave more. His lip twitches, and his eyes come alive when he realizes that this is actually what I want. That I’m not going to say red when he pushes his cock down my throat, I’m not going to say it when he hits me too hard on the ass, I’m not going to say it when his cock is thrusting too hard inside. Instead, I’m going to beg for more.

  He grabs my arm, forcing me back onto my feet. He kisses me, tasting himself on my lips. My body aches for him every time he kisses me. My pussy aches for him, desperate to have the same cock that was filling me earlier inside me.

  “Trust me, Skye,” he commands. It should be a question, but it isn’t. I realize nothing with him will ever be a question again.

  He grabs my thighs and lifts me up, spreading my legs open as he sits me on the railing. I squeal as he does it. Both from the sudden movement and from being thrust up onto a railing where I could fall over the edge and die.

  I glance over my shoulder. We aren’t that high up, not even a full story. I might not die if I fell, but I would definitely break something. The problem is, my hands are still tied behind my back. I can’t hold on to anything. I’m entirely under his control. My life is literally in his hands.

  “Brody, no—”

  But then his tongue is licking my pussy as his hands spread me wider, and I forget that I could die. At least I’d die happy. He licks me, taking in every drop of liquid that pours out of my body. His tongue dances over my clit as I make sounds that I didn’t even know my throat could make. I went from incredible pain to incredible pleasure in a second. From fear to ecstasy. And I know that, in a second, he could flip a switch and bring me right back to the pain.

  “God, don’t ever stop,” I groan so loudly that I’m sure all the rooms next to us can hear me.

  “God, huh? Why does he get the credit for all my hard work?”

  He flicks his tongue over my clit again.

  “Brody,” I cry out.

  “That’s better,” he moans against my clit, causing me to shake from the electricity that he just shot through my body.

  I feel my body falling backward. I tense my abs, holding myself up, an almost impossible task, even for someone as in shape as I am, while he’s doing what he’s doing to my body with his tongue.

  “Brody, help,” I cry.

  He stops for a second. “You’d better hold yourself up because I’m a little busy here,” he says with a wink.

  “I hate you,” I cry as he tortures me again with his tongue.

  “I know, but you don’t know what hate is yet.”

  I try to focus on keeping my balance instead of what he’s doing to my body, which is almost impossible because he’s far too good at what he’s doing. I’m about to come, and I’m not sure how I can keep my balance and come at the same time.

  He won’t let you fall, the voice in my head reminds me. He’s just teasing you.

  I hope.

  So, instead of focusing on staying upright, I focus on his tongue lapping over my clit. I focus on that feeling deep in my gut that keeps getting stronger.

  “I’m going to…”

  The second I start to come, he stops, and I come on nothing. His fingers disappear from my pussy, his tongue stops licking my clit, and my orgasm is far less exceptional than I expected. Because he fucking stopped.

  His hands let go of me, and he licks my juices off of his fingers, one by one. I stare intently at him, not believing what he just did, as I forget that I’m the only one now holding me up onto the balcony.

  I start falling. I try to engage my abs and my legs to keep myself from falling, but I’m not sure if I’m strong enough to hold myself up. Not anymore.

  My body slips off backward, and I know my last chance is if I can hook my leg under the railing to keep me from falling to the ground below me. My leg catches at the same time that Brody’s hands grab on to my waist.

  Together, we pull me back up.

  “You almost let me die!” I pant and scream.

  He puts his fingers over my lips, shushing me. “No, I pushed you to your limit to teach you how to live.”

  I breathe hard and fast, wanting to yell at him more, but he’s right. Deep down, I loved that. I loved the thrill that anything could happen. The only part I didn’t love was not getting to experience my full orgasm because of him.

  “What’s wrong, princess?” he asks with a smirk.

  “You didn’t let me come.”

  “I know. But you will now.”

  He grabs me, shoving me face-first toward the railing with my ass in the air. His hands grab my hips, and I feel his cock pushing at my ass. He’s going to fuck me in the ass. I know it. I bite my lip to keep from begging him not to. I’ve never been fucked in the ass before, and as scary as it sounds, I want to feel it. I want to know how dirty and painful s
ex can be. I want to feel all of it. It’s the only way I can move on with my life.

  His cock pushes at my ass as it taunts me but doesn’t actually enter me.

  “You want me to fuck your ass, don’t you, Skye?” he asks, his voice sultry and full of promises that I’m not sure I’m ready for.

  “Yes,” I groan, keeping my eyes closed rather than looking down at how far I could have fallen.

  “Oh, I will but not yet. You aren’t ready. Your pussy, on the other hand”—his fingers dip inside me, two, three, four, stretching me wider than I’ve ever been stretched—“is very ready.” He pulls his fingers back out and immediately replaces them with his cock pushing hard into me.

  “Jesus,” I growl as I’m pushed hard into the railing as he fucks me from behind, sliding in and out of me like he’s been fucking me his whole life and knows exactly what my body craves.

  He thrusts, and I know that, after not coming hard enough earlier, it won’t take me long to come. And I plan on coming hard on his cock. I won’t let him take my pleasure from me again.

  “You almost there?” he asks, not needing to ask the question because he already knows the answer.

  I pant hard because I can’t form any words or process what he’s saying. I can’t concentrate on anything but the wave consuming me. An explosion of feelings as my orgasm starts deep in my belly and then takes over every fiber in my body.

  I feel his palm on my ass as he hits me hard at the peak of my orgasm. I’ve never experienced pain like that during sex. I thought it was meant as a punishment, but when his palm touches my body, I finally understand what the pain is really meant to bring. A pleasure I’ve never felt before and a connection to the man who gives me that feeling. I let a man tie me up, hold my life in his hands, and slap my ass hard. It’s not something I would trust every man with. But, after this, I would trust Brody with any part of my body. I trust him with bringing me the best sex I’ve ever felt or ever thought I could feel.

  He pulls out of me, and I feel my body falling to the floor in complete exhaustion. I love running and working out. But I have nothing left in me. I’ve never felt so exhausted after sex.

  I feel his arms scooping me up and lifting me off the ground. My head falls against his chest as I close my eyes. I could easily sleep in his arms just like this if he held me. He carries me back inside and gently lays me on the bed. I wait for him to go around to my arms to untie me and then climb into bed with me. I’m sure he is just as exhausted as I am.

  He leans down, and I feel his lips against my ear. “Sleep tight, baby. You have thirty-five minutes until you’ll be coming with my cock deep inside your gorgeous pussy.” He nips at my ear and then stands back up.

  I glance at the clock. Thirty-five minutes. It’s not nearly enough time to rest if every time is going to be like that. But, somehow, my pussy is already aching for another fuck with him. I’ve turned into a greedy monster that can’t get enough of his body.

  I watch him walk away from the slits that my eyes have become. I can’t even bring myself to open them all the way.

  “Where are you going?” I whisper. Even my voice is not working properly.

  He smirks as he stops, standing naked at the foot of the bed, before he grabs his trunks and pulls them back on.

  “To get some new toys to torture you with to play with in thirty-three minutes,” he says, somehow always knowing exactly how much time remains without ever looking at the clock.

  I swallow hard, thinking about what he could be bringing back. A whip, crop, rope, butt plug, what? I doubt that he thought to bring all those things with him when he didn’t know that he was going to find a woman who craved those things, but maybe he did. Or maybe he’s going to find a creative solution to finding new toys to play with. Whatever he does, I don’t care. I want him. The toys are just a bonus.

  He’s the most exciting thing I’ve ever felt. I’ve never been so consumed with the need for sex, but now, I don’t know how I’ve lived without sex that takes over everything.

  He starts walking toward the door.

  “Are you going to untie me?”

  He stops and turns his head to look at me, deadpan. “No.”

  And then he turns and walks out the door, leaving my arms tied behind my back, as I lie in the bed, naked except for my own cum still dripping down between my legs. Damn this man. Even when he’s gone, he makes sure that all I can do is think about him. I close my eyes while I try to decide if choosing Brody over all the other men was the best or worst thing I’ve ever done in my life. It’s too soon to decide. But I do know one thing. Brody has just ruined sex for me with all other men.

  6

  Brody

  This woman.

  I can’t get her out of my head. She owns me. My thoughts. My body. My cock. Everything. It’s hers.

  I’ve only known her a week, but in that week, I’ve fucked her in almost every way my dirty brain can come up with. I’ve tied her up in ways I thought no woman could actually bend. I’ve pushed her limits, fucking her in public places, over balconies, in restaurants. I’ve made her bleed, caused bruises, and heard her cry out from the pain of my hand or a whip on her ass or thigh. None of it was enough.

  It wasn’t enough for me.

  And it sure wasn’t enough for her.

  I know everything there is to know about her body. I know the whimpers she makes when she is begging me for more. I know just how far her body can last before she’s lost to her orgasm. I know exactly what buttons to push on her body to make her come seconds after our first kiss. I know how hard to hit her ass to make her cheeks just the right shade of pink.

  I know all of that, yet the only personal thing I know about her is that she’s a veterinarian who has a rich friend, who’s a princess, and that she came here to forget something. I know that I’m the first man she’s been with who she’s had dark, dangerous sex with and that, most likely, after today, when she goes back home, she’ll go back to her normal ways. She will date normal men who take her on normal dates and have normal sex.

  She won’t beg them to tie her up. She won’t ache for them to control her body with whips and chains. She’ll pretend she is a nice, sweet girl that wants a nice, caring man. She’ll search for a man to marry, to raise kids with. She’ll forget about her dark urges and me.

  I’m not sure if I can handle that. I won’t let her forget about me. I need one more fuck that will make it impossible for her to forget me. Something that will push her limits further than I’ve ever pushed her. Which is going to be hard since I fucked her on the hour for twenty-four hours straight and then at least three times a day the rest of the week. Each time I fucked her, I tried to come up with something that would make her use her safe word to make me stop.

  She never did. Not even close.

  Skye rolls over in bed with a grin on her face. Even though her eyes are still closed, she knows that I’m in bed with her. It’s a strange feeling at first—to wake up in a bed with a woman, but how quickly that faded after the first night we spent together. Now, I can’t imagine not waking up to her sweet face and getting a good fuck in before we even leave the bed.

  “What are you thinking?” she asks, able to read my body and mind without even opening her eyes.

  It’s freaky how well we know each other’s bodies.

  “About how I want to fuck you on our last day together.”

  Her eyes flicker open as she licks her bottom lip. “What do you have in mind?”

  I can’t help but smile at her reaction. I’ve never been with a woman who wanted sex as much as I do, but Skye is definitely that woman. She’s never satiated. I think I could spend every second of every day trying to make that happen, and it never would.

  I stroke her face, trying to memorize every feature of her face to take with me.

  “What is something you’ve always wanted to do on vacation?” I ask.

  “You,” she says, giggling a little.

  I shake my head. “Other
than sex, my dirty girl. What’s something you’ve always wanted to do but never did? Or have you done it all? The snorkeling, the swimming with dolphins, the zip-lining.”

  She thinks for a second.

  “You’ve done all of that, haven’t you?” I ask.

  She winces. “Yeah, as much as I’ve probably convinced you that all I do on vacations is fuck complete strangers for a week, it’s not true. I usually spend my time going on adventures. It beats just sitting on the beach and drinking alone every day.”

  I frown. I can’t imagine her ever being lonely, but it seems that, for at least part of her life, she has been.

  I tuck her hair behind her ear as I gently and lazily kiss her on the lips, not wanting it to go any further than a kiss right now but needing to taste her to make her not feel alone at least for a second.

  She smiles sweetly when I stop kissing her.

  “Why do you want to know?”

  I shrug. “Just trying to think of a way to spice up our last few fucks together.”

  She laughs. “I don’t think that’s possible, not after last night.”

  My eyes glaze over as I think about last night. I fucked her in the ass while she was tied up to one of the curtains backstage at one of the performances that the resort puts on. All the time, any of the performers had to do in order to see her was glance to their left, and they would have seen us fucking. Only one ever did at the very end, but I don’t think she got a good look at what was happening.

  “You’re probably right. That was a great night. Almost as good as the fifth time I fucked you.”

  I watch her eyes glaze over with thoughts of that night. It doesn’t take her long to get the fire in her eyes as she finally remembers that time. It was the first time I used a whip on her. I can still remember the excitement and shock that covered her face when I first touched the cold whip to her bare skin.

  A rattling sound on the door tears us both from our reliving our highlights of the week.

  “Room service?” I ask, raising an eyebrow as I climb out of bed.