C14, PT. 7

She half turned and pushed at him.

“Roth, I can’t. I’m not ready. It hurts too much.”

He said nothing and continued to press forward.

“Did you hear me? I’m done.”

Again, no response. She went rigid when he continued his relentless campaign to skewer her. He was past the point of no return. Her vision blurred from the dizzying pain. She let out a desperate, bleating cry before he abruptly retreated. She slumped over, trembling, as she tried to catch her breath.

“Thank you,” she rasped, grateful for the reprieve.

She wasn’t prepared for him to pump his hips, forcing her muscles to give way to his relentless onslaught. She whirled and slashed him with her nails, which got her arm pinned behind her back and her face shoved in the seat cushions. She fought in earnest, wriggling, kicking, and then pleading for mercy, but he didn’t stop. The battle seemed to go on forever. When he was finally balls deep, she was completely motionless. Her ass was ablaze in more ways than one. She stayed very still, knowing one wrong move could make him lose control. He’d fucking rip her apart if he pushed her further. She squeezed her eyes tight as she waited for the excruciating pain to subside.

He released her arm, which fell like a dead weight to her side. The cushions depressed on either side of her as he blanketed her defeated form. He buried his face in her damp hair and took a deep breath before his hand skated along her side. He cupped her breast and squeezed her budded nipple.

“You were made for me, princess. Every inch of you. You were made to take me in every way.”

He tugged her head to the side to examine her tear drenched face.

“You were being such a good fuck doll until you fought back.” He nipped her earlobe. “But you know I love when you fight back. Makes my victory that much sweeter.” When he ground against her, she whimpered. “Beautiful. I wish everyone could see you like this. Subjugated, claimed, mine.”

She was too lost in the agony of having him so deeply imbedded for her to focus on what he was saying.

He peppered kisses over her sweaty neck as he rocked against her. Her heel knocked into his shin as she mewled. Her body was overloaded with sensation.

“I-I’m on fire,” she gasped.

Tension invaded his muscles. “Let me put it out, princess.” He straightened and gripped her hips. “Ready?”

“Roth—”

He didn’t let her finish her sentence. He pulled out and plunged back in. Her mouth opened on a silent scream as the wind was knocked out of her and her body went up in flames. She thought she knew what was coming, but this was no comparison to the other times he took her. He was merciless, almost evil. He used her like an object, not a living being. She upended the cushions as she fought with all she had, screaming disjointed phrases before subsiding into unintelligible, demoralized sounds as he pushed her beyond anything she had ever experienced. Her mind became a slate of white with splashes of black and red that pulsed in time with her body.

“Fuck!”

He bellowed as her muscles milked his jetting cock. He let out a sound like he’d been run through with a sword before he folded over her. His face landed beside hers, making her hair flutter as he tried to catch his breath.

“Jasmine.”

She heard him say her name from a long way off, through a static of white noise. She didn’t fight to get back to him, but floated in a euphoric blank space. This weightless nothingness was better than orgasm, almost spiritual. The cost to reach such a plane was steep, but worth it. Roth knew she needed rough, almost brutal stimulation. She also needed her partner to conquer her fighting instinct to accept their dominance and reward her defeat. Only then could she enter this special place where there was no thought, just pure feeling.

Roth called her name again. When he abruptly straightened and pulled out, a cramp splashed electric blue over the red and black splatters in her white space.

“Fuck,” Roth hissed as he scooped her up in his arms.

To prolong her time in her sanctum, she kept her eyes closed and ignored him as he stalked through the penthouse. Where he was going, she had no idea, and wished he would leave her be. He got his rocks off. Now, it was her time to float. She hated that her awareness of her surroundings was coming back. The sound of his bare feet on marble and then carpet as he passed through the master suite, and then a hollow echo as he stepped into the shower.

She pushed at him. “Leave me alone.”

She was too exhausted to take note of the way he stiffened before he set her on her feet.

He cupped her chin. “Look at me.”

Didn’t he understand the moment she opened her eyes, her connection with this hard won heaven would be lost? Why was he badgering her? She ignored him and kept her eyes closed.

The shower came on. She knew washing was imperative, so she tolerated as he tended to her sore, aching body. She was forced to lean against him because her limbs weren’t working right. Thankfully, he got rid of her soaking socks, which were bothering her.

“Bed.”

She sounded drunk. She felt it, too. She was bone weary and mentally drained in the most satisfying way. The best thing right now would be to drift off into La La Land. But Roth didn’t take her to bed. He carried her, dripping over the tiles, before he set her on her feet where she swayed.

“What doing?” she asked fretfully as the sound of running water registered.

“You need to soak.”

“I want…”

He drew her against his naked chest. He must still be coming down from his orgasm. She could hear his heart racing.

“Let me do this for you.”

He sounded odd, but she was too weary to see why. The salts he tossed in the hot water scented the air. He wrapped her close and took her weight as he gently rocked her. By the time he shut off the water, she was half asleep.

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