Bleeding Heart

by AM Hartnett

  Without mercy, he brought her orgasm roaring up in no more than a minute, and like in the car she held on, gripping his thighs beneath her.

  ‘I’ve got something else in mind first,’ he growled into her ear, his words muffled as the blood rushed through her. A low laugh drifted through her, and as if from far away she heard him say, ‘I’m going to bend you over my knee and spank your ass red before I fuck you, bad girl.’

  As her body absorbed his words and gave them life, April pushed up against the delirious onslaught. It left her gasping and squirming in his clutches, and Seth’s laughter filled her head.

  ‘That was quite the reaction,’ he murmured softly, his fingers stilling.

  She nodded and worked on catching her breath. Quite the reaction indeed, and one that lingered. She closed her eyes, and through the splotches she could see just what he proposed playing like a movie clip in her head.

  Seth didn’t stop her as she got to her feet. He held her hand and grinned up at her as she wobbled.

  ‘April?’

  ‘Yeah, I’m good.’ She sucked in a deep breath, let it out and giggled. ‘Did you mean that?’

  ‘You bet I did.’ He stood and took a long look down her body, then clicked his tongue. ‘Prettiest mess I’ve ever seen.’

  ‘Your mess. Now, what are you going to do with me?’

  ‘First, I’m going to get you a drink so you don’t pass out on me, then we’ll talk. Sit tight.’

  Sit she did as he left the basement, body electric and mind boggled.

  Am I really this woman? Stroking off for my man in a dusty basement under a bare bulb, waiting for him to come back and spank me?

  She crossed her legs and gripped the seat. This was way beyond the wildest fantasies she had thought would be the outcome of her liberation. Hot sex in her bed? Check. This? It could only be conjured by a sorcerer with a hard body and a dirty mouth.

  Footsteps that could only belong to her lover thumped back down the short stairwell and he appeared with a can of soda he must have ducked into his apartment for. Slowing to a sexy stroll, he popped the tab as he re-entered the cage.

  ‘You just left me here to think about what’s coming, didn’t you?’ she quipped and took the soda he offered.

  He laughed and leaned down, kissed her shoulder as she drank, then spoke close to her ear. ‘It’s nothing that intense, just a nice smack on the ass.’

  ‘Do you do this often?’

  ‘Never in my life.’

  She lowered the can and raised a brow. ‘That’s not encouraging. Not even a bit. Why am I your guinea pig?’

  ‘You seem like the type who would like a good spanking.’

  ‘You’re going to have to stop making assumptions. Remember the sushi?’

  Seth straightened up. ‘I’ve got a strong feeling I’m right about this. If I’m wrong, I’ll drop my drawers and bend over, and you can give it to me as good as I give it to you.’

  It tickled her a little to think that she played some part in putting that naughty scheme into his head, though she couldn’t imagine what about her would possibly have inspired it. What about her was, well, spankable?

  He waited, and after another slurp she handed the can to him.

  ‘Just so you know, I will give it back to you if this goes terribly wrong.’

  Seth set the can in the corner of the cage, and with his back to her he stripped off his shirt.

  ‘I don’t think anything can possibly go wrong with a bit of spanking, especially not with a cute thing like you on my lap.’

  He turned around, and April felt faint as he went for his belt. He paused, grinned, and placed his hand on his hips.

  ‘Why don’t you come on over here and do it for me? Bring the chair.’

  It wasn’t far to go, but April put on her best strut, dragging the chair behind her as she followed the lure he had put out for her. She stood before him and mimicked his pose for a moment.

  ‘This is a fun game,’ she said, and grasped his belt buckle with one hand.

  ‘I agree, and you’re one hell of a playmate.’

  The belt hissed as she pulled it through the loops, and Seth snorted when she pulled it taut in front of her.

  ‘Let’s not get too carried away.’

  He took it from her and tossed it aside, and smiled down at her as she went to work on his fly.

  ‘Wait. Not yet.’ He took her wrists as she went to peel down the layers, and whisked her around into a great hug. ‘Last chance to chicken out.’

  She butted back against him. ‘That sounds a little too much like a challenge.’

  ‘I’m just sayin’.’

  ‘And I’m sayin’ you’re more nervous about this than I am.’

  ‘Oh, am I?’ He pushed forward, legs bumping hers all the way to the chair. ‘Let’s test that out, shall we?’

  His embrace tightened and he nuzzled into her hair, one final moment of affection that chased away her nerves. He held onto one hand as he stepped away, and as soon as he took a seat he gave her a tug.

  April went down. It wasn’t as easy as she had imagined it in her head. His knees jabbed her ribs and she didn’t have a clue what to do with her tits. A nervous laugh passed through her, and she twisted her head around to suggest they try it again. She never got the chance. Seth hauled her forward like she was a sack of cement and she found herself in position, head down and ass up.

  ‘Better?’ he asked, and though she still felt awkward, she nodded and grabbed the bottom of the chair.

  ‘Would this be more exciting if I was wearing a schoolgirl uniform?’ she asked with a nervous tremble as he rubbed her ass.

  ‘I’d rather something more grown-up on you. A pair of fishnets, or just something frilly. Really, anything to show this off.’

  He gave her a squeeze, and then April yelped as he gave her the first smack.

  ‘Oh, my,’ she squeaked in the aftermath.

  ‘Too hard?’

  It wasn’t a gentle tap, but it wasn’t an unforgiving blow. It was the perfect crack and left just the right amount of sting to rattle her and the right amount of heat to make it worth it.

  April shook her head. ‘Just right, I’d say. By the way, am I being punished for anything? Isn’t that how it works?’

  ‘Have you done something that deserves punishment?’

  ‘Well, I…No. Damn it, I should have stolen my neighbour’s paper this morning, shouldn’t I?’

  He paused, hand over the hot splotch where he had spanked her. ‘What were you getting up to the morning after you moved in? When Marco climbed in your window?’

  April bit down on her giggle, but it was no good. She bubbled over as she remembered that morning and the very naughty thoughts that had been filling her head.

  ‘I think you know what I was doing.’

  ‘And what were you thinking about?’

  It was almost too distracting to think beyond the hand moving across her backside. She kept waiting for another smack, and this dominated her thoughts as she tried to remember exactly what had played out in her head.

  Fucking. Definitely fucking. Against a wall? No. A door.

  ‘Fucking me against my front door,’ she told him, and flinched when he removed his hand. The next blow didn’t come. Instead she was treated to his fingers invading her.

  ‘That the truth?’

  Seth went to the knuckles, and April closed her thighs on him.

  ‘Of course, why wouldn’t it?’

  ‘Seems a little too good to be true that you’d be having some fun while thinking of me.’

  April twisted her head and smirked. ‘Didn’t you jerk off thinking of me?’

  ‘Good point. Open up.’

  April did as she was told, and settled back into position as he fucked his fingers in and out of her. The hand at the small of her back moved to her ass. He buried his fingers and struck again.

  ‘Oh, that’s…’ She pressed her lips together and hummed through the bloom of heat sprea
ding across her ass.

  ‘Harder?’ he asked.

  She thought he was talking about his fingers picking up the pace, and nodded, then gasped as his palm disrupted the pins and needles beneath the skin.

  ‘Again’ escaped before she could hold it back, and, in the split second while she wondered where in the hell that plea came from, he gave it to her again, three times in quick succession.

  ‘I think that settles it. You are the kind of girl who likes a good spanking. I guess my ass is safe.’

  April pressed her tongue against her cheek and kept in her next words. She didn’t want to take things too far. Regardless of his power, she was directing him and her slip of the tongue that earned her three cracks on the ass made her wary. She really didn’t want to retort and find herself with Seth bent over her knee.

  Instead she purred as he fingered her, wriggling to the tune he played upon her body. Beneath her, just above her hot pussy, he was hard and huge.

  ‘Do you want me to suck your cock?’ she asked, and, playing her part, she gave a little pout as she twisted to look up at him.

  ‘Am I finished with you?’

  ‘Not even close, but I think you’ve made your point.’

  He helped her up and turned her around. ‘Not bad.’

  April wished she could see as well as feel the mark he had left her. The next time – and she’d certainly ask for a next time, her libido assured her – it would be somewhere she could see in the mirror afterwards.

  Now, at least, she enjoyed the petting as he admired the results of his experiment.

  She moved out of the orbit of his hands, between his legs, and dropped down. With a quick lift of his hips, Seth shoved his jeans down, then wrapped his hand around his cock in front of her.

  He pushed her hair over her shoulder. ‘You make sure you keep up with me while you do that.’

  ‘Way ahead of you,’ she said, grinning back, then closed her lips around the dark crest peeking from between his fingers.

  She tucked her hand between her legs and circled her clit. Her entire lower body still thrummed with the lingering heat in her ass, mixing into a delicious cocktail as she sucked him.

  With the first moan whirring off the tip of her tongue, Seth grunted and released his cock, then sprawled out in the chair.

  April grasped him above the balls and took more, guided only a little by the hand he pressed on the top of her head.

  It wasn’t just talk any longer. Stripped, spanked, teased and toyed with, she was every ounce the bad girl. She was sure that when they left the basement it would be written all over her like the ink that covered his bared torso. Her co-workers would get a hint of it through her smart blouse. Strangers on the street would detect something in her walk. When she looked in the mirror, something rich and rebellious would stare back at her.

  Every throaty sound he made matched the intense pulse in her clit. She became greedy, taking him deeper and sucking him faster, bobbing her head against his hand until, as though she had possessed him, Seth lifted his hips and pushed down to match her.

  The slow burn she stoked between her legs grew. She was ready to come again, to squeeze her eyes shut as that sweet rapture came, to moan around his cock as he jetted into her mouth with his own release.

  Seth had other ideas, or rather one specific idea. He tugged her hair and sat up straight.

  ‘Get me the belt.’

  April hesitated. ‘What are you going to do with it?’

  ‘Don’t worry, your ass is safe. I’m just going to need it to keep you where I want you.’

  There was no chance she was going to flee from him, not with that devilish expression as he got to his feet, but nonetheless she crawled over and grabbed the belt.

  His low laugh captured her attention, and when she turned he squatted down to her level. ‘I don’t understand the lure of more serious play. Watching you on your hands and knees doesn’t do much for me.’

  ‘Oh, really? I thought you were the great sexual adventurer.’

  She handed over the belt and sat back on her calves, trying not to laugh as he folded it and gave it a good snap.

  ‘I don’t much like a woman on her knees unless she’s sucking my cock, and I sure as hell don’t want to lead one around even in the bedroom. I’d rather one who can turn the tables on me at any moment.’

  ‘I don’t see how I can do that when I’m about to be restrained.’ She took the hand he offered and groaned as she got to her feet.

  Seth wrapped his arm around her waist and cuddled her. ‘You can still say no.’

  ‘Why would I do that?’ She reached around and pushed his hand to her ass, and the squeeze she was rewarded with was a wonderful reminder of the heat that still lingered there.

  He led her to the side of the cage and closed her in. ‘You want it from the front or the back?’

  ‘I love how dirty you make that sound,’ she purred, then held her hands up over her head.

  As he looped the belt around and around and around her wrists, April was made aware of just how small she was in comparison. He pressed against her, squashing her between his body and the cage, thrilling her with his breadth.

  And when he had finished and lifted her off her feet, April gasped at the roughness of his hands under her ass, and again as he entered her.

  He let her sink, giving her every inch, and as she locked her feet behind his back his cock twitched. With her body’s response squeezing around him, Seth grunted and clenched her ass.

  ‘I’m not even going to tease you,’ he said, forehead butting against hers. ‘I’m gonna fuck the hell out of you.’

  The chainlink rattled and rubbed her in such a way she knew she’d be sorry in the morning, but as he pumped into her there was nothing but that delicious friction where that hard length drove into her.

  ‘Don’t bite your lip, baby. Let me hear how much you love being fucked,’ he said against her mouth, then slammed up into her harder and faster.

  She gave him what he wanted. Liberated by every stroke, she cried out. She moaned. She begged him to stop when she couldn’t catch her breath, then begged him to fuck her harder when he slowed. She clenched her thighs around him and tested the wrist-bonds.

  Seth just kept talking, breathlessly but never ending, telling her how good her wet pussy felt around his cock, how he was going to take her back upstairs and fuck her into the night, all the while looking her right in the eye.

  For the first time in her short sexual career, April found herself in the throes of something completely new. Every stroke against her inner wall brought about one startling current after another, until the familiar chaos overcame her and she found herself shuddering around him.

  ‘Good girl,’ he purred. ‘Come all over my cock.’

  A scream became trapped at the back of her throat, and as Seth fucked her as hard as she could take it she was overtaken by the maddening euphoria filling her.

  With a grunt, he crushed her against the cage and shuddered as he reached his own climax, spurting hot come as she milked him.

  Just when she thought she might lose consciousness, April let out the air she had been holding in a sob. Had he not been holding her up, she would have simply collapsed and hung like a slab of meat.

  ‘You all right?’ he muttered, forehead still pressed to hers. Too close, she couldn’t see his expression but she felt his mouth curve into a smile against hers.

  Still trying to catch her breath, April tried for a laugh but only managed another sob, and so she nodded as best she could. ‘Peachy keen.’

  Seth shifted to withdraw and let her legs down, eliciting another shudder from April, so slippery she was ticklish. He fumbled with the belt before giving up, then dissolved into rasping laughter as he grasped the chainlink and fell against her once more.

  ‘You might have to stay there all night if I can’t get you down, or else I’ll have to call the fire department.’

  ‘I honestly wouldn’t even be mad if you did,’
she replied through her own giggles. ‘I think that screw deserves a front-page headline.’

  ‘Oh, Christ, it was good, wasn’t it?’ Groaning, he pulled himself upright and leaned closer. ‘Wrecked again, Miss Kaye.’

  ‘Not even a bit sorry.’ She angled her head and drank in his kiss.

  He could have stayed in bed for hours if his phone hadn’t gone off like it did every morning to remind him about unlocking the laundry room. Unlike every other morning, he didn’t take that as his cue to get his ass up and moving for the rest of the day.

  Instead he just pulled on a pair of fleece pants and a T-shirt and made it a two-minute trip, then returned to his apartment.

  He opened the window and as he lit a cigarette he looked around for the cat. Usually Marco raced for freedom at first opportunity, and he wondered if he had let the little fucker back in before falling asleep or if he had just imagined it.

  Last night was a bit of a haze after they came back upstairs, between the sleeping and the fucking that followed. They didn’t go to her place, but his. As he pulled her inside he got a funny kick in his gut. He’d had women in the apartment before, but never for the night, and he had intended to keep her for the night. No matter how tired his bones and his brain were, he’d find himself waking up out of a dead sleep and turning to her.

  Now he was awake, exhausted and getting horny again.

  At seven o’clock the buildings around the neighbourhood were spitting people out for their morning commute, even on a Saturday. After fifteen years of never having to fight against rush hour save for the occasional court appearance, the scene fell into the surreal category in his mind. He didn’t think he could take it any more if he had to. God forbid he ever lost the building – he’d have to keep on doing what he was doing for another landlord or else he’d end up in the news over a case of road rage.

  Not that he’d ever been much good at the rat race to begin with. Answering to someone else wasn’t his thing, nor was adhering to a schedule.

  Besides, if he ever went back to work he wouldn’t be able to sit here on a Saturday morning and wonder whether the beautiful woman in his bed liked coffee or tea in the morning.

  Leaning back, he could see straight into the bedroom. Only the bottom half was visible, but that bottom half was glorious. She had been stretched out like that when he woke up, and he’d taken a quick look in the semi-darkness to see if he’d left her any souvenirs from last night but could detect no smudges across that perfect hump.