ILLICIT DESIRES | 18 +

27: Between Pain and Pleasure

WARNING: SMUT

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THERE IS NO DISSENT, IT IS CONSENSUAL

RITA

I want Him to be my Master in the Sheets.

He shattered my innocence and awakened an appetite for carnal copulation.

Now, I want him to teach me the extremes of pain and pleasure in his godless ways, to watch me quiver in his corrupt hands.

I crave to experience his scandalous ways of sinning.

I want him to drown me in his unholy desires. I want him to teach me his ways of sinning in the sheets. I want to step fully into his world of carnal desire and discover the ways of pleasure and pain.

Because his punishments — for my disobedience — not only scorched my sensitive and swollen butt but also left me enjoying the pain with every strike.

The way he constrained me — on his swing — with my legs spread wide, exposing my most intimate part to his eyes, left me vulnerable and enraptured.

He has bitten my soft breasts so ravenously. And I enjoyed every nibble. I let him roughly take me, and I do not regret it.

I don't regret any mark of his on my body.

His desire for me consumed me, leaving me lost in sensations I never knew I could crave. He awakened desires within me and showed me a side of myself I had never new it existed.

Somehow, it was worth every moment.

I had never felt so alive. I felt like his temptation — the one desired and could not resist. I felt treasured, wanted, and completely seen.

I fell asleep completely drained and satisfied.

My eyelids flutter open, and I slowly become aware of our position. I'm lying against him again, my body nestled against his as his arms hold me tight. His warmth surrounds me, making it impossible for me to move — or even want to.

My head rests in the crook of his neck as I gaze up at him.

I bite my lip, lean closer, and press a soft kiss to his cheek before brushing my lips lightly against his. Then I carefully pull away from his warm, possessive embrace and slip away.

From my side of the bed, I glance at the contents of the bag scattered across the nightstand — a stark reminder of how hastily I had thrown everything aside to pull it over my head and spare him the headache.

The memory sends heat rushing to my cheeks, but I can't help the smile that forms on my lips. I move closer to the nightstand and begin rummaging through the scattered belongings. Slowly, my embarrassment fades, replaced by curiosity.

"What are all these things?" I mutter, frowning at the strange objects scattered before me.

"Hair dye, scissors, and lenses for your night blindness," he says lazily from behind me. "A precaution, so you don't lose your way and end up humping me again in the dark."

He chuckles. "Though I can't say I minded."

"How long have you been awake?" I ask, startled.

"Since the lapsed kiss you gave me," he grunts.

I turn around and look at him. His eyes meet mine, dark and captivating, carrying the same dangerous allure that drew me to him from the very beginning.