Page 103 of Rule the Roost

I moved swiftly and silently behind him, grabbing him around the throat, and he jumped in surprise, grabbing my arm. “Kan,” he said, the snarl almost joyous. “Fucking slut.”

“Yeah, I am. I’myourslut, but if you want to fuck me, you’d better be prepared for a fight.”

He moved so fast, I lost balance enough that he grappled me to the floor, but before he could pounce, I moved, and he landed on his knees on the hardwood. I saw a quick look of pain on his face before he smiled wickedly. “Nice,” he whispered, then reached for my throat, grabbing it and moving on top of me, but not easily.

I fought him, but he was stronger and faster than me. As soon as I’d wrench from his grip on my wrists, he’d grab my throat, keeping me pressed to the ground. His eyes shined with the effort and the excitement, his body tense.

Limbs flying, the grunted breaths we both emitted, the heat, all of it revved me up almost as much as they had him. He was hard, and his erection pressed into my leg while we wrestled on that floor, the heated, smooth floor.

Finally, my hair was in one of his fists and my wrists in the other as I panted from exertion and arousal. He stared down at me, grinning like some madman, and he’d never been hotter.

“Got you now.”

“What are you going to do to me?”

“Hurt you and fuck you. Have your safeword ready, Kan. That ginger dick fucking was nothing compared to how you’re about to fly.”

I got chills running through me at the same time a sheen of new sweat was breaking out all over me. Rick tightened his grip on my throat, making it hard to take more than a very shallow breath.

Before I knew what was happening, Rick moved like a cat and took his hands from my throat and wrists and got off me long enough to get me flipped over to my stomach, and then he got right back on top of me, his arm encircling my throat, his fist in my hair. “Stay fucking still now.”

I struggled, unable to help myself. I wanted him to fight me, to feel the adrenaline taking over and it worked. His arm tightened on my throat and his teeth bit above my shoulder, making me scream out with the pain of it.

He only took his hand from my hair to pull his sweatpants over his hips so he could take out his dick. I knew I was in for it. The usually cautious Rick was letting loose and there was no lube on the floor with us, no chance for an easier entrance. No, he spit on his hand and got enough spit on his dick to get it inside me.

He pushed inside me with a heavy grunt right near my ear, but I still barely heard it as I was keening from the sudden burn of it. That was nothing compared to the ginger, but it was enough that Rick got off hearing it.

Rick pushed to the hilt then lay on top of me, choking me with his arm, biting the top of my ear, making me need to come so badly, I thought I’d scream from that alone. Once Rick started to fuck me, I forgot about coming, however, because it felt so good, it was as if I was having one long orgasm.

My man, my dominant, beautiful man fucked me in short, bruising bursts, but his hips weren’t the only movement. No, his mouth, specifically his teeth, were getting a workout as well, biting into my bare flesh, sucking hickeys on my skin.

Holding me down forcefully, Rick didn’t let up for a second, fucking me, grunting like a bear running in the woods, and all I could do was take it, as he had me pinned well. My body was his, and that was fine, but my orgasm was also his. He’d keep it from me as long as he wanted.

After taking his arm from my throat, Rick moved enough that he could pull up my hips and get a better angle to fuck me. My face, however, was kept pressed to the floor with one hand as he started banging into my ass, slapping his other hand over my back and ass.

I was flipped over again, and my legs were tossed over his shoulders, and there were teeth again…

My chest would be bruised from the biting, his slaps to my pecs and stomach were stinging as well, but it all added to the overall erotic night, Rick, taking me over completely. Rick fucking his submissive as hard and rivetingly as he wanted.

As I wanted.

When he came inside me, we both panted as we stared into one another's eyes. He stayed unmoving inside me, a hand gently caressing down the darkening bruises on my chest. “I went too far that time.”

“Did I safeword?”

“You’re a glutton for punishment,” he accused with a laugh.

“Sir? When can I come?”

“I’ll decide that after the show. First, though, let’s get you some aftercare.”

“Show? Sir?”

After pulling out of me, Rick got to his feet and helped me up then onto the bed, laying me on my back so he could fuss over me, getting cold compresses on the worst of my bitemarks, the arnica cream to rub over the welts and bruises after the ice numbed me.

I was given water and lots of love, kisses, tender words of worry. He held me for a long time, kissing my neck, my lips as his touches became loving once more.

“That was the hottest sex of my life,” he admitted as we lay on the bed, laughing and relaxing. “No, wait. That was better than all my fantasies too. Kan, you’re amazing.”