Red

C H A P T E R T W E N T Y T H R E E

He grabbed my hips and flipped me over onto my stomach, then he tugged me to my knees so my ass was up and my head was down. I looked back at him and he looked at me, overthinking everything we were about to do. I wiggled my ass, encouraging him.

“Fuck, Red.” He sighed. “What are we doing?” I felt disappointment everywhere.

“Don’t go soft on me now.” I pleaded. “Fuck me, hurt me, show me just how badly you can break me.” He closed his eyes slowly but when he reopened them something was different about him. He was the mafia man, his violent streak shining through and his hands ready to wreak carnage over my body.

Without being gentle he dragged the waistband of my sweat shorts down to my knees and caressed his hand over my exposed ass.

“If you make any sound I will deny you of your orgasm.” He warned in a deep voice and I pressed my lips together.

He whipped his belt off and tugged the sharp leather between his two hands. In a quick movement he pulled the belt back and slammed it into my bare skin.

The sound of it flying through the air made a whooosh and then the slap came. I gasped involuntarily as the sting set it, warming up my cheeks.

“I believe that was a gasp.” He said straightly. “Don’t you want to cum, Red?”

His fingers moved from my butthole down to the entrance of my vagina, slowly smearing my wetness around.

“Of course you do, look how turned on you are for me.” He slipped his fingers in and I groaned in gratification. “Too bad you’re a little bitch.”

He yanked his hands out abruptly and spanked me once again with the belt. I gasped again, mentally kicking myself for making another sound.

He chuckled darkly and then spanked me again, my behind felt sensitive as all of the blood rushed to the surface, making everything tingle. He grabbed my hair and pulled out my hair tie roughly, freeing what once was a messy bun and then he wrapped my hair around his hand and tugged it, hard.

“Please” I begged, needing more.

I listened to the sound of him removing his trousers, his finger moved up and down the underside of my body.

“You’re mine Red, I don’t care who you work for. You’re mine.” He told me with no room for negotiations. “I can do whatever the fuck I want with you. I can fuck you here.” He slipped a finger into my entrance and I hummed deep in my throat.

“Or I can fuck you here” his thumb slipped into my ass and I jolted forward on my knees, not expecting it but he grabbed me back sharply and held me in place with one hand tugging through my dark hair and the other flattened on my back. “It’s all my choice.”

“And if I fight you on that?” He laughed sadistically, not taking my question too seriously.

“I’d like to see you try.” His hand glided up my torso and cupped my hanging breasts, the underside only visible from the bottom of my white cropped top.

He flipped my whole body over like he was turning a weightless object and I lay on my back looking up at him in all of his naked glory.

Once again his eyes fell on the deep scar above my belly button, the scar his father made. His thumb traced over it, this time with a little more clarity behind his thoughts. I pushed his hand away and he set his ocean blue eyes onto mine, I wrapped my legs around him and forced him down onto the bed, then I climbed on top of him.

“You’re pretty injured.” I eyed up his bullet wounds, one had a large, white bandage covering it with a small spot of blood in the centre, the other still had the pressure of his shirt sleeve tied around. “I could strike while you’re weak.” I told him, he smirked at me, up for the challenge.

“I’m never weak baby.” He threw me down on the bed and placed his body over mine, I could feel the strength he had over me, it left me unable to move.

His smile only grew with my struggle. His hands gripped my T-shirt and in one swift motion he tore it right up the middle, exposing my breasts completely.

That was pretty fucking hot, but it was also my only T-shirt. I glanced down at it in dismay and he read my thoughts.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be killing you after this so you won’t need it.” His lips twitched into a smile.

It gave me the ammunition to fight against his strength. I punched into his chest and used my legs to flip him over. He fought back, each of us with the very real intention of hurting one another now.

We continued for a while, laying into one another violently until he held my hands still above my head and pressed the full length of his body on top of me.

“Settle down.” He spoke calmly, I could feel bruises forming all over my body and see them on his.

I lay stiffly beneath him, and then he removed one hand and traveled it down, I squirmed as his fingers toyed with the most sensitive area on my body.

Then he released the hold he had on my hands and lowered himself to beneath the sheet, tugging each one of my hardened nipples between his teeth on the way.

I closed my eyes waiting for his hands to touch me again but this time his lips came. It was a brutal attack on something so ready to receive it.

His hands clawed into my hips tightly, he squeezed me until his knuckles turned white. His fingers twirled with so much pressure and then his tongue came. It pressed against me strongly and then he used his lips to suck my clit. I withered beneath him, moaning loudly with my head pressed back into the pillow.

He used his teeth to gently bite and scratch me. So many sensations all happening at once. Ace wasn’t being gentle at all, his movements were passionately aggressive and assertive. He didn’t care if he hurt me. He wasn’t trying to differentiate between the groans of pain and the sensual moans coming out of my mouth, because it was an impossible task. I wasn’t even sure I knew the difference.

It was hate-sex and I was loving it.

He held my moving body down by my hipbones and teased me until I was at the point of climaxing, then he pulled back forbidding me from going any further.

“Fuck” I complained, sounding shaky with seduction. He grabbed my neck with one hand and pulled me up into a sitting position, moving himself to kneel over me, eyes crotch level.

His hand wrapped around his own dick, jerking it backwards and forwards as he gritted his teeth. It shined with dampness and up close I could see how perfect it looked. Clean of any hairs and as beautifully smooth and dewy as the rest of his body.

He had a large head, purpler in colour than the rest of it and a wide grip-able girth, but the length seemed abnormally large, maybe pushing nine inches - perhaps that was the reason why he could make me cum. Or maybe he just knew what the fuck he was doing.

He grabbed my hair back and pushed my face into his crotch, I instantly took him into my mouth, welcomed by the warm, salty taste of pre-cum that sat around the tip.

He moved my head by the grasp of my hair, pushing me into him and pulling me away from him. His hips moved in the same direction, fucking my face quicker than I could keep up. He looked down at me the whole time, watching water stream down my cheeks from my eyes and the suction of my lips clasp around him.

“See baby?” He spoke seductively. “You are mine.” I clamped my teeth around his length and he paused his movements instantly.

His face changed from one of pure pleasure to one of pure pain. I raised my eyebrows at him.

“Behave.” He warned.

I loosened my teeth and ran my tongue over the area I had just bit.

“Fuck!” He cried out, clearly my teeth had made everything sensitive and now that I was kissing him better he seemed to be expressing his enjoyment more and more.

He pulled out of me and flipped me over, back to the starting position - doggy style. Within seconds he had wrapped up his dick and proceeded to slam into me, filling me entirely and we both moaned in unison.

One of his hands toyed with my nipples but with the other hand he put a pinky inside my butthole. It felt tight and alien but I also kind of liked it.

He pounded me like a piece of meat until I unravelled, coming undone calling out his name.

We crashed down onto the bed and I exhaled a sated, relaxed sigh.

“I’m not fucking done with you yet.” He warned.

I nodded my head, “fuck, yes.”