50 Shades of Drake 3 and 4

Torn: Chapter Thirty-Three

     Destiny arched her back and closed her eyes when she felt the length of Aubrey pressing against the curve of her ass.

    He brushed his knuckles against the slope of her back, then ran his hand upwards again. He touched her hair, then wound his hand around it and yanked her head back.

    She gasped in shock, and reached up to grab his wrist.

    "Hands on the window," he commanded.

    She returned her hand to the window, but winced in pain at the tight grip he had on her hair.

    "Are you tempted to say yellow?" he whispered in her ear.

    "N-no, Sir," she stammered.

    "Good."

    She felt one of his hands slide down her back again and round the curve of her ass. Then he was sliding his hand between her thighs and pushing her panties aside, all the while keeping a tight grip on her hair. Tears started at the corners of her eyes.

    He angled her head back and licked the side of her cheek while inserting one finger inside of her.

    She moaned and her hands trembled against the glass.

    As his lips made a messy, wet trail down her neck, he slid a second finger into her.

    Her hands slid down the glass.

    He angled her head even further back and sloppily kissed her mouth while pulling his fingers out of her. A moment later, she felt something thick and heavy smacking her ass. Three more smacks followed.

    She moaned against his lips. Is he smacking me with his...?

    He tugged on her hair, pulling her face away from his. His eyes were dark and filled with ill intent. They were locked in on her face as he guided himself inside of her.

    She stared back at him with her lips parted.

    Usually, he started off slow and gradually picked up the pace. This time was different. After the first stroke, he grabbed her hip with one hand, and started plowing into her.

    She was too stunned to scream, and at this point she wasn't just holding onto the window because he told her to. She was holding on to keep herself standing, holding on for support. In the outer edges of her vision, she could see tiny winking lights far off in the distance, outside of the window. "Ow!" she cried out after one of his thrusts proved to be rougher than the others.

    He didn't stop, didn't show any signs of letting up. Instead, he pulled her head back again and whispered into her ear, "Just a reminder: 'Ow' does not sound like 'yellow' or 'red.' The only way I will slow down is if you say 'yellow.' The only way you can get me to stop is by saying 'red.' Understood?"

    She started to nod, forgetting that his hand was wound so tightly in her hair, that her head movement was beyond limited. "Yes, Sir," she moaned out.

    He lowered his head and bit into her shoulder. Hard.

    More tears gathered at the corners of her eyes as she yelped out. Her knees grew wobbly.

    While pushing himself into her, he kissed his way back up her neck and whispered in mock-concern, "Are you okay, baby? Are you okay?"

    "Y-Yes," she responded.

    "Yes?" he repeated in a deceptively sweet voice. "Yes, you're okay?"

    "Yes, Sir, I'm okay," she corrected herself.

    "You think you can go extended periods of time without giving it up to me?" His thrusts drove him even deeper inside of her. "You think you can sleep next to me, without giving it to me every night?"

    She didn't know how to answer that, so she didn't try.

    He unwound his hand from her hair. "Face against the window," he ordered gruffly, now gripping both of her hips in his hands.

    Sniffling, she pressed the side of her face against the window's cool glass.

    "I don't care who you're thinking about," he said, his voice as soft as silk. "I don't care who you think you love. Whenever I want it, you give it to me. Understand?"

    "Yes, Sir," she responded without hesitation.

    That was when he really started slamming into her.

    Tears rolled down the glass. He was filling her up in a way that was painful. Although the pain was generating tears, it felt like a good pain. It hurts so good, was the thought that flitted through her mind as she slammed back to meet every thrust he gave her. He told me to show him how much I miss him, she remembered, pushing her ass back against him with so much force, she nearly lifted her face from the glass.

    He growled, and his voice went hoarse. Before he could release, he pulled out of her and spun her around.

    She stared at him, wide-eyed and disoriented.

    His mouth came crashing down on hers and he pushed her back against the glass.

    Her kisses were just as eager and demanding as his were. Don't back down from him, she told herself. Don't be shy with him. Everything he gives you, give it back to him.

    He raised both of his hands to the glass on either side of her head and pressed his body into hers while sliding his tongue down her throat.

    She wanted to touch him. Her fingers tingled with the need to feel his skin, but she didn't know if she was allowed, so she kept her hands at her sides. She opened her eyes in the middle of the kiss and found that his eyes were already open, staring at her while he ravaged her mouth with his tongue. She moaned against his lips and sucked his bottom lip into her mouth.

    He groaned and picked her up in his arms. With her in his arms, he turned around and laid her down on the dining room table, pushing the table decorations out of the way. His hands curled around her thighs and he dragged her towards him so that her ass hung over the table. Then he was guiding himself inside of her again, and pounding into her. Relentless.

    The table rocked beneath her, but she didn't care. She gripped the edge of the table and locked her ankles behind him, ravenously staring up into his eyes while he laid into her. Completely and utterly drunk on sex.

    He turned his head and buried his face into his own arm while pushing into her, trying to stifle his own groans. When he looked back at her, moonlight streamed across his face and she could see that his face was flushed.

    "Don't stop, Sir," she whispered.

    He turned his head again. "God," he muttered.

    "Please keep going, Sir," she moaned out.

    He growled and leaned down to kiss her while slamming inside of her.

    Her thighs tightened around him, and she kissed him. She was just about as close to him as she could be, but she wanted to be closer. He was already filling her up, already as deep as he could be, but she wanted to feel him deeper. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

    He bellowed, and it frightened her. But still, he didn't let up. He continued to pound into her.

    She felt hot stickiness filling her up, but he still continued to thrust. The table shook violently beneath him. Orgasm approached, and when it came, it was violent. It ripped through her body and left her gasping for air.

    They clung to each other, waiting for the orgasm to subside while he continuedto thrust. His thrusts were so powerful that the table continued to rock on itslegs. While their lips were locked and his hands were clamped down tightly onher hips, the table gave way and collapsed beneath them.