by Jenika Snow
He clenched his hands into fists, looked at her, at the way her long black hair was in a loose braid and hanging over her shoulder. Her eyes, so fucking blue and clear, made his chest hurt. He’d kill for this woman, fucking destroy anything that tried to hurt her, and someone had. Just thinking about that bastard putting his hands on her, hitting her, bruising her had him so pissed his body felt hot, his muscles tensed, and he was ready to drive to that prick’s place right now.
“I think I just need some time to think, Big.” She went to move past him, and Big would have let her go, intended to give her that space. But at the last minute he changed his mind, knew he wouldn’t let her push this aside, think about anything.
He grabbed her wrist, stopping her, tugging her backward toward him. She spun on her heels, stared at him with her wide blue eyes, and tried to pull her arm free.
“No, Big. I just need to think, need to wrap my mind around everything.”
He pulled her forward so her body slammed into his. She braced her hands on his chest, but he still had his fingers wrapped around her wrist, keeping her close to him, right up against his body.
“Tell me you don’t still love me. Tell me you don’t want me and I’ll fucking let you live your life.” Those words were most likely a lie, because even if she said those things he didn’t think he could let her walk away.
She didn’t answer right away, and as the seconds ticked by he knew Claire was still right here with him, still feeling the things that had made them inseparable back then.
“Time doesn’t change how I feel for you, Claire,” he said in a soft voice, hoping to not seem so hard. He didn’t want to push her away, didn’t want her to give up on them. “I fucked up by letting you go, baby.” He cupped the side of her face, and he was glad she didn’t pull away. “I should have told you I loved you, that I wanted you as my old lady. I shouldn’t have let the time pass, shouldn’t have told you all of this after the fact. You know how hardheaded I am, what an asshole I can be.”
“Yeah, I do.”
He chuckled and smoothed his finger over her cheek, loved that she leaned into his touch. “I really screwed up when I didn’t go after you and tell you all of this, but I can’t change the past, can’t change anything. I can only do what’s right, what you deserve, now.”
“Big…” She breathed out his name, and he loved it, loved her. “I should walk away and not look back. You hurt me, and for a long time I wanted to hate you.” She looked up at him with those big blue eyes. “I tried to put you behind me.”
Tried.
“I know, Claire, and I’m sorry I put you in that situation.” Big didn’t hold himself back. He slammed his mouth on hers, kissed her with all the pent-up emotion and arousal he had for her, all that he’d had for these last two years. Fuck, he kissed her with everything that he was.
She struggled against him for a second, managing to break the kiss. They looked at each other, their faces so close together they breathed the same air. “Is this for real, Big?”
He smoothed his finger over her cheek. “This is fucking real, baby, as real as it gets.” He speared his hand in her hair behind her hair, tugged at the strands so her head was forced to tilt back, and claimed her mouth again. He stroked her lips and inside of her mouth with his tongue, loved that she moaned, that she fucking pressed her tits harder against his chest.
“I want you, Claire. I want you like how we used to be.”
She breathed out hard. “God, I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you, too, baby.”
“I have thought about you, have wanted you this whole time. I haven’t been able to live a normal life because you’re always on my mind.”
“Me too, baby.” He kissed her again, harder this time, just like how he used to back in the day. “You miss the way I used to spank your ass, make it red and sometimes bruised?”
She moaned against his mouth and nodded.
“You miss the way I’d tie you up, restrain you so I could do whatever the fuck I wanted to do to you?”
She nodded again, held on to his shirt, pulling him tighter, closer to her. “You know me, know what I like, that I want it rough—”
“But only from me, baby, you only want it rough and hard from me.”
She groaned, dug her nails into his chest, and pressed her breasts more firmly, impossibly so, into his chest.
“I’m going to fuck you, remind you what you’ve been missing.”
“I think I’ll be the one that’ll be reminding you, Big. You know my pussy is the juiciest and tightest you’ve ever had.”
He grunted. “God, no one compares to you, Claire.” With that he grabbed her ass, clenched the mounds covered in denim, and hauled her sweet body up his. He kissed her back like he had all those years ago, like he was starving for her, desperate for her.
And he was.
He kissed her like he fucking owned her.
He did.
He broke the kiss and ran his tongue down her chin and started sucking at her neck.
“Don’t stop.”
“Baby, no fucking way am I stopping.”
Chapter Seven
They were now in his room, the lights on but low, dimmed. Claire stood in the center of the room, and he slowly pushed the door shut behind him, staring at her, keeping her frozen in place with his gaze.
She was either desperate for his cock, missing his big dick so much she was willing to jump right back into this with him, or she was fucking stupid. Being with Big, even if years had passed meant she wouldn’t be able to keep her emotions in check. She’d been doing a good enough job since she walked in the club, seeing him, remembering what they’d shared, but actually giving herself to him was going to have that wall around her heart breaking down.
It was already cracking, on the precipice of cracking right in two.
But he’d admitted his feelings to her, opened himself up in a way she’d never seen from him, and that had her realizing this man was serious. He wanted her as his old lady. It was like those years hadn’t passed, like they’d been right here all along. It was strange, but comforting.
“You want me to hurt you, baby?” Big said in a low, menacingly aroused voice, a voice she remembered all too well.
She nodded and licked her lips, her throat feeling raw, dry.
He took a step closer to her, and she stayed right in place, knowing that this man could give her everything she wanted in bed, everything she needed. “I want you to hurt me, Big,” she whispered. He knew every part of her body, had touched every inch of her, licked and sucked at every dip and hollow, but always gave her more. “Hurt me because that’s what gets us both off, what makes me feel good inside.”
He’d stopped a few feet from her, and after she spoke he continued to stand there. But after a second he lifted his hand, gesturing for her to come forward. “You know the rules, baby.”
She nodded, anticipated it all.
“We do this my way, Claire.”
“I know, Big,” she said softly.
“You do what I say, when I say it, baby, because you know obeying me makes me fucking happy, gets me off.”
She nodded, her heart thundering. “I want it all.” It’s been too long since she had what she really wanted, since she’d had the pain that could get her off.
Big was aroused, she could see that as much as she could feel the wetness between her thighs. His cock was hard, his big, thick dick pressing against his pants.
“You like looking at my big cock, baby?” he said, his voice a deep, guttural sound that had goosebumps popping out along her flesh.
Oh yeah, she knew how big he was, remembered well enough how much he stretched her, made her hurt so good.
There she stood, waiting for him to give her the commands, to make her feel pain … feel pleasure. Big’s and her relationship two years ago had been a lot about sex, about the rough, hardcore sex that she got off on, that he got off on. She liked the pain, liked getting hurt because
it made her get off, and Big liked giving her pain because it got him off. She was a masochist, and Big was her perfect fucking sadist.
“Take off your clothes,” he said with dominance, with command in his voice.
She felt her heart beat hard. Sweat lined her palms, but she kept her focus on him as she started taking off her clothes. Then she stood there in nothing at all, her body on display for him, nothing held back.
“Turn around for me, baby. Let me see all of you, everything I’ve been missing.”
Claire turned around, feeling his gaze on her eyes, as if he reached out and stroked the cheeks.
“Spread your legs, Claire.” His voice sounded like it dropped deeper. “Bend at the waist and grab your ankles, let me see your cunt opened, let me see who you obey, who owns you.”
She breathed out slowly, closed her eyes and could picture them doing all the filthy fucking things she’d envisioned during her time away. God, she’d missed him. When she was in the position he wanted her in, she waited for him to give another command.
“You’re so fucking hot. Reach behind and grab your ass cheeks, Claire.”
She did as he said.
“Pull them apart and let me see your pussy and that tight little back hole I’ll soon be filling with my cock.”
Her throat constricted, her pussy creaming more. She didn’t hesitate in complying. God, she’d never disobey him. With her ass and pussy now on display, the air moving over them, having goosebumps popping out on her skin, she forced herself not to shiver, forced herself to hold position.
“All fucking mine,” he said almost as if he spoke to himself. “I could look at you all damn night, jerk off to this sight, Claire.”
She shivered again.
“But I want my cock in your cunt. Stand and face me again,” he said with that deep voice that did something wicked to her insides.
When she stood and turned so she was facing him again, she tried to catch her breath. Big looked dangerous right now, scary almost. It turned her on even more.
“I take what I want when I want, and what I want is you, Claire.” His voice was hard and unyielding.
“I’m yours, Big.”
“You’ve always been mine, haven’t you?”
She nodded, her throat too tight to speak now.
“You know what I especially love about you, baby?”
She knew it wasn’t an actual question.
“I love that I fuck you, give you pain, and you’ve always begged for more. Everything about you gets me off, makes me hard.” He moved closer to her, reached out and brushed a stray strand of hair from her cheek. He cupped her chin, tilted her head back, and she looked up into his face, seeing the dominance in his expression. “I only want you. I’ve only ever wanted you. I fucked up, Claire, but I want to make it right.”
“Big…” She breathed out his name.
He moved away several feet from her. “I want you on your hands and knees, Claire. I want you to crawl for me, crawl to me.”
She was so aroused right now, wet and needy, her pussy cream slipping down her inner thighs. Once she was on her hands and knees, her ass in the air and her tits hanging freely, all Claire could think about, absorbed, was the way he watched her with hooded eyes. He had his hand on his cock, rubbing himself through his jeans. Claire didn’t waste any time in moving toward him.
The floor was cold and hard beneath her hands and knees, but she liked the discomfort, craved it because it gave her pleasure in the end. Big looked dangerous and dark, menacing and dangerous. She thought about what he liked, how he liked spanking her, tying her up, giving her bruises because she screamed for more.
When she was right in front of him, she looked up at his face. He had a stoic expression, but his eyes told her how much he was turned on.
“Sit back for me.”
She did what he said, her pulse beating so fast she felt dizzy.
He started undoing his belt, pulling it out slowly through the loops until the leather was free. He set it on the bed and started undoing the button and zipper of his pants. He grabbed his cock out of the fly of his jeans, his gaze on her, his expression hard. Every part of Big was hard, physically and mentally. He was just a very intense man, one that didn’t back down, that took what he wanted, and never apologized.
He started stroking himself up and down slowly, from root to tip, his chest rising and falling as his breathing picked up. He liked her watching him jerk off, liked her being the voyeur while he was the exhibitionist. Her mouth dried, her pussy clenched and became wetter, and her clit throbbed in time with her pulse.
“You like being on your hands and knees crawling to me, doing what I say,” he said without any emotion in his voice.
“You know I like doing what you say.” It got her off, because even if it seemed like she wasn’t in control, the fact was she held a hell of a lot of power right now.
“You’re mine, Claire, my little PainSlut, my woman, my everything.”
These were things he used to say to her before she left, things that were always said in the heat of the moment, but never when they weren’t fucking. Of course she knew he cared about her, but she never felt that it would go any further, that he’d want any more than what they were doing.
She looked at his dick as he stroked himself from base to tip, and her pussy clenched painfully hard at his size. Big was a large man all around, and his cock was no different. That’s the reason he got his nickname, because what he sported between his thighs was nothing short of monstrous.
“You like looking at it, Claire?”
She nodded, not moving her gaze from his dick.
“Stop staring at it and suck my cock, suck it like you’re starving for it.” He was hard and unyielding in his command, and she shivered in response.
She crawled toward him, making sure to stay on her hands and knees because that’s how Big liked seeing her: surrendering, submitting, and giving everything to him. When she was in front of him, his shaft in her face, the tip lined with pre-cum, she swallowed. Leaning forward, she felt her throat constrict and her mouth water. He grabbed a chunk of her hair, pulled her head forward almost violently, and she had to brace her hands on his thighs to steady herself. God, she loved this erotic brutality from him. He tightened his hold on her hair until pain and pleasure coalesced as one.
She gasped and then moaned.
“That’s it, make noise, Claire. Let me know that this hurts, that it fucking feels incredible.” He sounded strained, out of breath, as if his arousal was so far gone that he had trouble talking. “I know it hurts, but I know your cunt is all nice and juicy right now for me, isn’t it?”
She nodded, and a gush of wetness left her pussy, slipping down her inner thigh and making her squirm.
“Now suck my fucking cock, Claire.” He pulled her head forward another inch until the slick tip of his cock brushed along her bottom lip, smearing his pre-cum along the swell.
Clare didn’t wait to take his dick into her mouth. She opened her mouth, sucked on his shaft like she was dying for his cum, like she was desperate for it, for him.
“That’s it, baby, take it all, make it hit the back of your throat.” He tightened his hold on her hair so hard her eyes watered, but her pussy creamed more.
“Move your tongue around, lick the underside, and make me come.”
As she obeyed him, the salty flavor of his pre-cum covered her taste buds and slipped down her throat, making her hungry for him. Claire wanted to please Big, because pleasing him made her feel good. His pre-cum exploded on her tongue, covered the entire interior of her mouth, and she wanted more. God, she wanted so much more she felt delirious from it.
The need to have the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat, having her gag because he was just so big, consumed her. She wanted to swallow his cum, drink it until it slipped out of the corner of her mouth and dripped down her chin. God, she really was a slut for him, his PainSlut, and she had missed it.
She ha
d her hands on his thighs still, steadying herself. Curling her nails into his firm, muscular flesh, she started pushing the denim down his legs, needing him bared like she was. But once the material was at his ankles he gently, but forcefully, pushed her away. His dick popped out of her mouth with a resounding noise. He kicked off his jeans, reached out, and grabbed her wrists, hauling her up.
She gasped out when he tightened his hand on her. The pain was immediate, intense, dominating, but the pleasure that followed, had the masochistic part of her loving every minute of it.
“I want you, Claire. I want every fucking part of you,” he growled. He pulled her toward him, so hard she slammed into his chest. “As much as I want you to suck my cock until I come, I need to feel that tight pussy of yours.”
God, his coarse and hard language did something wicked to her. He moved her hands behind her back, keeping them held at the base of her spine as he kissed her, fucked her mouth with his lips and tongue. The hand that didn’t hold her wrists behind her slipped between their bodies, stroking her belly before moving between her thighs.
“You taste so fucking sweet, so addictive. And your pussy…” He groaned and kissed her harder this time for a second before breaking away. “Your fucking pussy is so damn wet for me, soaking my hand.” Big stroked her clit back and forth, rubbed the bud until she whimpered from the pleasure, the sensitivity. He was merciless, demanding, and as he continued to kiss her, touch her, hold her in submission, she let him control her because it’s what she wanted, that’s what she craved.
“You’re a good little girl that is hungry for my cock in your pussy, aren’t you, baby?”
She nodded, not able to speak even though he gave her a reprieve from kissing her.
He started pressing his cock into her belly, dry humping her, spreading his slick pre-cum all over her skin.