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I shake my head quickly, but the way my pussy clenches a little at the idea of him going harder, faster, more painfully… it all threatens to break me down.

And when he gives it to me? I gasp, the sound escaping me one of pleasure and pain all at once.

“Is this better?” he asks, striking again just as hard.

I can practically hear that dark smile in his voice, and I know he’s enjoying himself entirely too much.

But then, so am I.

Maybe he gets bored of taunting me, or maybe he’s just finally gained a rhythm; I can’t tell. He starts to do more, though, and faster, and the sounds I make…

I don’t recognize them as coming from my own lips.

The pleasure-pain makes little mewling noises escape me, and I whimper and writhe and wish I could clench my thighs together as that terrible need starts to build up within me.

So help me, I want him to touch me.

I don’t know how long he keeps going, but when he stops, I let out a long whine.

Chase’s breath echoes loudly in the room, joining mine.

“Fuck, Ah-May…” He drops the flogger and sits down on the bed, the mattress shifting under his weight.

I should tense up, brace myself, but my muscles feel strangely loose. I can’t even begin to struggle.

I whimper when he presses his hand against my heated ass. More pain flares out, and I squirm. He pushes his fingers between my ass cheeks, going for my pussy.

My wet, slick pussy.

His fingers slide inside me easily.

“What did I say?” Chase murmurs. He isn’t taunting me, though. He sounds… awed.

I don’t know what to make of it, but I can’t really think about it because his fingers fill me, making me squirm to get more of the sensation. Before he can really get started, though, he pulls back, and the whine I let out would embarrass me if I wasn’t so far gone.

He moves, and I’m terrified he’s going to leave me like this on the bed. Instead, he goes to my ankles. “You aren’t going to kick me this time,” he says—like it’s a given, not a question.

I make a weak sound of assent, and he unfastens the first one, then the second. I lie there, finally able to bring my thighs together in some semblance of friction between them.

“On your knees, Ah-May. I’m going to fuck you now.” Chase guides my legs into a kneeling position, my pajamas still just under my ass.

I grow redder with more humiliation, but I couldn’t move even if I wanted to. I feel like I can’t control my body at all.

Chase clutches my ass and slots himself in place behind me. His erection rubs up against my slick pussy, and I whine because that’s not what I want.

I want more.

“Lovely May,” Chase whispers before driving into me.

I let out a strangled cry, but I’m too far gone to care. My body feels like it’s floating, anchored only by his cock in me and his hands as they squeeze my ass tightly and send more notes of pain through my body.

His first thrust pushes him balls-deep inside of me, and I mewl again because it feels like he’s in me even deeper than he has been before. I push my ass up a little, and he moves his hands to my hips to steady me. I have just enough presence of mind not to try to fuck back against him, but even if I wanted to, I don’t think I could match the frantic rhythm he sets.

My entire body is hot with pain and pleasure, and my eyes blur with tears, but it doesn’t stop everything from feeling good and terrible all at once.

I hate how much I’m enjoying this.

I hate what he’s doing to me.