by Nadia Aidan
“That spanking was just the beginning, and that was nothing.” His smile was as seductive as it was menacing. A shiver raced through me then. “You already know I like rough play, and I can already tell that you do too or you wouldn’t lie to me, and defy me at every turn.” I started to shake my head, but he halted my movements, by gripping my chin firmly. “To deny me is another defiance, but I’m finding I like it. You’re opening my eyes here too, Sabeen. You’re not like most submissives, you’re actually not a true submissive. You don’t actually want to submit, no, you want to be forced.” He stood and removed his boxers, so it was a struggle to digest his revelation, with his massive cock now bobbing back in forth, just inches from my face. He reached down to lift my chin again, forcing my hungry gaze away from his erection and to his face.
“My little lying virgin is also a slut, I see.” An arrogant smile curved his sensual lips. “A slut who likes pain. That’s why you need to fight, so that you can be forced, so that you can be punished and ultimately experience the pleasure that can only be found in pain. I’m sure you sometimes strike your clit with your open palm. And I have no doubt that when you masturbate, you twist and torture these beautiful nipples.”
As Khalil spoke, he undressed me, until I was naked and kneeling at his feet. Tiny fires leapt in his eyes as he stroked me with his hungry gaze until I was so aroused, I actually felt feverish. “Not always, I know, but sometimes you find you need the pain to achieve pleasure.”
Every word resonated with me and he knew it. His eyes were tender as he stroked my cheek with his palm, but in the next moment his expression reverted back to that unyielding mask and his hand left my cheek to cup the back of my head and propel me forward.
“Well lucky for you, Sabeen, I enjoy giving pleasure as I inflict pain, especially when my sub is being disobedient and defiant, and her slutty mouth seems to utter nothing but lies.”
With one hand gripping the shaft of his dick, he butted the head of his cock against my lips. Taken by surprise, I automatically reared back, but the hand gripping the back of my head only tightened and pushed me forward again.
“When sluts lie, Sabeen, it just proves they no longer deserve to speak.” And Khalil was quick to follow up that point by shoving his dick into my mouth as far as it would go.
I gagged, and tried to push him away, but he just gripped my head with both hands, taking complete control. He worked my head back and forth, my mouth moving up and down the thick length of his dick, as he forced my mouth to fuck his cock.
“Slutty liars aren’t fit to do anything but suck cock until I think they’ve learned their lesson.”
I tried to resist him, my palms pushing against his hips, but he easily overpowered me. I gasped and choked, struggling to breathe while I tried not to gag. But when he pressed deeper, hitting the back of my throat, I couldn’t take it anymore. I screamed in protest, the sound muffled around his cock, as my eyes watered.
Abruptly he stopped and pulled out, leaving me panting and coughing as I braced myself on all fours. He stooped down beside me, his hand tangling in my hair, which he used to force my head back, so that I had no choice but to meet his heavy-lidded stare.
“Have you learned your lesson?”
I stared back at him, motionless and silent. If I told the truth, he would not touch me, but I didn’t know if I was prepared for what he would do to me next, so I said nothing.
My silence was met with a dark scowl. “I’m giving you one last chance to tell the truth, and end this. But if you continue to lie to me…” His voice trailed off as he stood, and once again I was eye level with his rock hard erection that swayed heavily just inches from my face. I couldn’t lie, I was terrified of what he would do next, but I was more afraid that he would stop. My body throbbed with unfulfilled needs, and desires I couldn’t begin to name, all I knew was that I’d never wanted anything more than I wanted to experience Khalil’s masterful dominance over my body.
“Sabeen.”
“What.”
Almost immediately I realized what I’d done and froze. I’d been so lost in thought that when he’d snapped at me, I’d automatically snapped back. Pinned beneath the weight of his now angry glare, it was on the tip of my tongue to apologize, but I never got the chance.
With a quickness I didn’t anticipate, Khalil scooped me up and this time he did toss me onto the bed. Flailing wildly, I struggled to right myself, only to be pinned down to the bed by the weight of his body. With his chest pressed against my back, I couldn’t see his face, but I could practically feel the barely leashed anger that I knew must have been raging through his blood.
“You’re lucky we’re not at my home,” he whispered against my ear. “Because you would already be gagged and bound to my bed, anticipating the leather sting of my flogger.” I shuddered, equal parts alarmed and aroused at the picture he’d just painted, but when he forcefully spread my legs with his, all thoughts of that erotic vision quickly fled.
I gasped when his weight settled against me, my heart pounding out a wild erratic beat. Trapped beneath him, all I could do was lay there as he slipped one hand under my body and tilted my pelvis slightly so that his fingers could tease across my clit. He used his other hand to imprison my wrists, which I thought was totally unnecessary since I was already completely pinned down by him. But I knew he needed absolute control, and restraining my hands was just another way to reinforce my powerlessness.
For several charged moments, he remained still and silent, another demonstration of his power over me I surmised, as he kept me on the edge of suspense. Yet, when he finally did move, my fear was so immediate, I automatically struggled beneath him, although there was nowhere I could go.
“Wait. Stop,” I cried when the warm, slippery tip of his cock nudged against my hole.
“For what?” he growled. “You’re dripping wet, and since you’ve done this before…” Again, he let his voice trail off. He was giving me another out. I almost took it too, especially when he thrust forward and sank deeper into me.
With my eyes clenched shut, I bore down on my lips with my teeth. My hands were now balled so tightly that my nails dug into the skin of my palms. He was so large that even if he’d gone slowly and was painstakingly gentle, there still would have been some pain, but Khalil was deliberately being rough, determined to force the truth out of me.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned out, the unsteadiness of his voice betraying his pretense of control, and revealing that he was more affected by me than he wanted me to believe. “If I didn’t know any better I would think you were a virgin.” He punctuated that last word with a rough thrust, and despite my best attempts, I cried out as he brutally began to force his way into my body.
One more thrust and he would rip through my hymen, so I braced myself for the pain I knew would soon come. Instead, he blistered my ears with a string of profanities and that’s when I noticed he was trembling above me.
“Is this what you really want, Sabeen?” His voice was filled with derision. “Is this how you want to lose your virginity? In some hotel room with a man who has done nothing but treat you like a whore?”
His vulgar words had their intended effect. I stiffened as if I’d been slapped in the face. Tears of pain sprung to my eyes, and this time they had nothing to do with the soreness between my thighs. I almost told him to stop, it was on the tip of my tongue, until a thought struck me. I considered everything he’d said tonight, my analytical mind sifting through every single word and that’s when it dawned on me.
“You’re so afraid of the way I make you feel that you can’t even look at me. That’s why you didn’t put me on my back, because if you have to stare into my eyes and see my face you will be forced to admit that I get to you.” I knew I was right, just as I knew the litany of warnings he’d been spewing all night, they were more for him, and not me. He wanted me to stop because he knew he couldn’t. Emboldened by this knowledge, I tilted my hips as much as I could, causing him to
sink deeper.
I moaned as an arrow of pain shot through me, but I didn’t mistake the sharp hiss that slipped past his lips.
“You’re a whore.”
I smiled at his weak attempt. “But you still think I’m a virgin.”
He cursed again, anger and frustration pouring off of him in heated waves. “This is not a game, little girl. If I fuck you, I will take you so hard and deep, you won’t walk for days, because I won’t stop, no matter how many tears you cry, and I won’t be gentle. Nor will I be satisfied with just this one time either.” His hand tightened around my wrists causing me to wince, but I bit my lip, refusing to protest or cry out. “You only think you want it rough, but I will hurt you, Sabeen—”
“Maybe. But I think you’re more afraid that I will hurt you. Isn’t that why you have me pinned here? Why you won’t even let me move, or make love to you, why you have to control every single thing I do? Cause you don’t want to admit it—that a virgin has the power to seduce you? And that you’re really not in control at allllll—“
I knew when I’d started speaking that he would eventually lose patience with me and just take me. I just had no idea how painful it would be though. I felt as if I was being split apart as a battering ram pounded its way inside my body, roughly forcing me open. The pain was so great that I couldn’t even scream as I shut my eyes against the brimming tears.
“Is this what you wanted?” The deep baritone of Khalil’s uneven voice vibrated through me as he plunged inside my tender cunt. “Is this what you imagined it would be like when you were spewing all of your taunts and lies?”
Abruptly he hauled me up until I was on my hands and knees, but he still held my wrists in a vice grip as he clutched my waist with his other hand, roughly jerking me back onto his cock. A fine sheen of perspiration glistened across my skin, mingling with the sweat dripping from him, while the sounds of our bodies slapping together echoed off the walls.
His hand left my hip to slide between my thighs, and I sucked in a sharp breath when he began to finger my pussy, paying special attention to my aching clit. Despite the intense pain that still vibrated through my body every time he plowed his way back inside of me, that bundle of nerve endings at the center of my pussy would throb and pulse until my cunt gushed with the hot, wet juices of my arousal. Slick and wet, he slid inside more easily. And even though I still hadn’t fully adjusted, he took that as a sign and began to drill into me in earnest, with hard, deep thrusts that shook the entire bed.
My body must have instinctively fought against his brutal treatment because I didn’t realize I’d been unconsciously trying to scramble away from him, until he tightened his grasp on my wrists, using his hold on them to anchor me in place, but his grip was so tight that a tiny yelp escaped my lips.
“This is what you wanted,” he whispered harshly against my ear. “So you will take it until I’ve decided I’m done with you.”
I had no intention of replying and with him still thrumming my clit, the mounting pleasure made forming coherent thought a challenge, let alone any words. I tried to stifle the moan that bubbled in my throat but when he rubbed my clit with hard, furious strokes it came tumbling out just seconds before my orgasm swept through me.
I drenched him in my juices, as my pussy clamped down around his cock which was still pistoning in and out of me. He gasped then groaned, his thrusts now wild and erratic as he continued to fuck me through my orgasm. I was just starting to float down from the euphoria of my climax when abruptly he pulled out of me just long enough to flip me onto my back, and sink his dick inside me once again.
I sucked in a sharp breath at both the wildness in his eyes and how he now furiously pounded into my cunt. Whatever control he still had left I could tell was threading thin as his pace quickened, the muscles in his torso straining from exertion. Now face to face, I stared deep into his eyes. I knew I’d been right earlier, about what I’d said to him of being afraid to hold my gaze as he took me, and yet as I stared back at him, I realized then that I’d also missed something. Knowing darkened his eyes, but it wasn’t until he spoke that I was forced to admit, as much as I’d been right, I had also been very wrong.
“I told you that you were naïve, that you had no idea what you were doing.” His hooded gaze was unwavering as he stared at me with darkly possessive eyes, his expression hard and unyielding so that I would know on this point he was deadly serious. “Don’t think because I want you that you have power over me. In all other matters maybe, but here, Sabeen, in our bed? Never.”
That last word came out on a harsh roar, as a violent shudder rocked him signaling he was about to come. Collapsing atop me, he gripped my ass, as he slammed his cock into me once, twice, three more times before he shoved himself in deep and exploded into me. A guttural moan rumbled out of him as he filled me with his seed.
It seemed like he came forever, pumping me full of his release until he was spent, and the aftershocks of his climax eventually subsided. It was a long while before either one of us stirred, but when he did, I could not help but wince when he pulled out of me and stood. I couldn’t read his shuddered expression as he stared down at my naked body, twisted in the bed sheets, his semen and my blood spilling out from between my bruised thighs. He scrutinized me for several seconds until I grew so embarrassed that I glanced away. I vaguely thought I heard him curse before he stalked off to the bathroom.
I heard the water running and seconds later he returned holding a wash towel.
“Open,” he said when he sat down beside me.
I was so embarrassed, I couldn’t even look at him, but I did as he instructed. With a gentleness that was completely at odds with his rough passion only moments before, he eased the ache between my thighs with soothing caresses of the warm towel.
When he was done, he set the towel aside and I finally looked at him. His expression was tender, even as his eyes flashed with the hint of amusement.
“I can’t believe you’re embarrassed after what we just did,” he remarked, and just as quickly as the laughter had sparked in his gaze, it disappeared.
“About that,” he said. “It was a mi—“
“If you’re about to say that what we just shared was a mistake—don’t.” I knew my eyes flashed angrily at him, reflecting what I now felt. “It wasn’t a mistake, I don’t regret it, and neither do you—”
“Sabeen—“
Before he could utter another word of denial that would only serve to ruin the moment, I tangled my fingers in his hair. Gripping the back of his head, I drew him close and pressed my lips to his. He didn’t even pretend to resist. His arms instantly wrapped around me and he pulled me closer, deeper into his embrace until once again I was flat on my back with him on top of me. Although, I’d initiated the kiss, he swiftly took control, his tongue stroking inside my mouth, sliding against mine in an erotic dance that he mimicked with the gentle rocking of his hips. His dick hardened against my thigh, and I moaned, my body catching fire as my desire began to mount.
Our kiss lasted for a few minutes, although it felt like hours, probably because despite what had just happened moments before, this was our first kiss. We took our time exploring one another, our hands stroking sweat-slick skin, our limbs twisting and twining together. Slowly, almost reluctantly he lifted his head, separating our lips. And I whimpered, as I reached for him, but he effectively restrained my arms with his hand.
“You’re too sore to take me again tonight.”
I protested, but he silenced me with the shake of his head, the corner of his lips tilting into a small grin. “Don’t worry, Nala, I plan to kiss it and make it better.”
I stiffened at the nickname he used for me because he knew I’d forbidden anyone from ever calling me that again, but before I could even get a word out, he was trailing a hot, tingling path of kisses down the length of my body until his lips settled not even an inch from the entrance of my pussy. The swollen lips of my sex were now glistening with my arousal and when he kiss
ed my clit, a bolt of heat arced up my spine.
I gasped, my head falling back against the pillow, my eyes drifting closed.
“No. Open your eyes and watch me eat your pussy. I want to see the moment you come right before your juices coat my face.”
With Khalil’s hot, erotic words, I opened my eyes, training my gaze on him, although it was a struggle not to look away. He feasted on my cunt, alternating between suckling my clit and fucking me with his tongue. Already primed for release, I moaned, my hands gripping the back of his head as shocks of pleasure vibrated from my core, throughout my entire body. It was all too much, the hungry noises he made, his groans every time he buried his face against my wet sex, and his dirty words whispered against my pussy lips of how good I tasted.
With a powerful orgasm already building inside me, I rocked my hips against his face, my hands desperately clutching his head, holding him to me so that I could grind my cunt against his mouth.
“That’s it, Nala, fuck my mouth. Show me how bad you wanna cum all over my face.”
He didn’t even finish his statement before I was splintering apart. Unable to watch him any longer, my head fell back as my eyes slipped shut and I gasped, moaned and screamed, crying out his name when a powerful tremor overtook me.
“Mmmm,” he groaned, his lips working furiously to devour every single drop of my juices as I came over and over again, one tiny explosion after another, until I was spent and collapsed back against the bed, limp and weak, feeling as if I’d been wrung dry.
Khalil didn’t immediately stop though, he flicked my clit with his tongue, before kissing every inch of skin along my inner thighs. It was as if I was his own personal, private toy to play with, and I guessed to some extent I was. When he finally climbed the length of my body, he kissed me with a gentle exploration of lips and tongue, sharing with me my own unique taste. And by the time he drew away from me, I was exhausted and my eyelids heavy.