50 Shades of Drake 3 and 4

Torn: Chapter Forty-Six

    Memories of trying to look cute while giving her ex, Jordan, head, all flown out of the window. This was something else entirely, and there was no looking cute while Aubrey was ravaging Destiny's mouth. He used the hand he had wound up in her hair to guide her head wherever he wanted it to go. He used that hand to control the pace. He moved his hips back and forth. When he wasn't satisfied with her performance, he yanked her head back, gave her a disapproving look, and then shoved himself back in her mouth.

    He still tasted delicious; he always did. But it was difficult for her to focus on how delicious he tasted when it felt like he as punching the back of her throat. She started gagging a little, and made a lot of choking sounds she'd never heard herself make before. Tears streamed down her face, but he told her to keep his eyes on him. She couldn't lower them, couldn't close them. She continued to stare up at him with tear-filled eyes.

    When he decided that she'd had enough, and when he was on the brink of exploding in her mouth, he abruptly pulled himself out and backed away from her, fully erect.

    She fell forward on her hands and knees. She was left gasping for air, not having quite mastered the art of breathing while something huge and phallic was in her mouth. It felt strange and unfamiliar, having the ability to close her mouth after it was forced open for so long. She wiped at her tears and took a moment to process what had just happened while Aubrey walked through the aisles of sex toys and gizmos that he had at his disposal.

    "Do you remember your safe words?" he asked her while picking up a ten-inch long vibrator that he'd purchased shortly after she signed the first contract with him. Despite the item having critical acclaim in the world of adult toy critics, they'd never used it.

    "Yellow," she said softly. "Red."

    "Good."

    More tears filled her eyes at the thought of his treatment getting any worse than it had been. He called me a "sneaky little bitch," I never thought I'd hear him talk to me like that, ever. Hearing those words come from his mouth had been shocking, to say the least. There was a small part of her that had been turned on by his aggression at first, but once the word "bitch" dropped from his lips, she'd felt hurt. Insulted.

    He set the vibrator back in its case and stroked his jaw as he continued down the aisle. "You probably think I'm angry at you," he said, surveying the collection of items on each shelf. "Angry at you and jealous of Brian for getting to spend a little bit of time with you tonight."

    "If you're not, then I'm scared to think about what you would do if you were mad." She lifted her hands to her throat, which felt scratchy.

    He halted his steps and gave her a pointed look. "I'm not jealous of Brian for getting to spend what had to be an hour or less with you. I'm not angry with you. I'm disappointed in you. There is a difference. In the past, I have been lenient with you. Punishments have been relatively tame. But tonight...tonight, you get to experience true punishment. You showed a blatant disregard for my feelings and my time. Behavior like what you've shown tonight cannot be tolerated."

    "So whenever I disappoint you, this is how you'll treat me?" she demanded.

    "Whenever you disappoint me to the extent you have tonight, treatment like this is a possibility, yes," he answered honestly, picking up a set of non-threatening looking beads. He set them down and picked up a coil of rope. Then he returned to her and stepped behind her. "Stand."

    She slowly stood up, warily looking at the rope. Rope is fairly standard, right? He can't hurt me with rope. Then again, he hadn't needed any tools other than his body and his words before, so maybe I shouldn't underestimate him.

    "Hands behind your back," he commanded.

    She placed her hands behind her back.

    He grabbed her wrists and held them together while simultaneously wrapping thick cords of rope around them.

    "Ah," she gasped at the tightness of the rope.

    "Too tight?" he asked her.

    "A little bit, yeah," she responded.

    He continued tying. "Good. 'A little bit' too tight is good. I don't want you to feel comfortable. You're supposed to feel a little discomfort."

    She rolled her eyes upward and stared at the ceiling. When he was finished tying and knotting the rope, her hands rested just above her ass. Her elbows were slightly bent.

    He led her over to a table in the corner of the room. She'd always wondered what the table was for, but had assumed that it was meant to hold toys or supplies, or whatever he preferred to call them. Still standing behind her, he pushed her back until her bare breasts rested on the cold wooden table.

    Please don't spank me again, she thought worriedly. My ass still hurts from the first time.

    He cupped one of her ass cheeks in his hand and squeezed.

    "Ow," she cried out.

    "Yellow," he said softly, leaning forward and grabbing her hair. He yanked her head back. "Red."

    She winced in pain.

    "Understood?"

    "Y-yes."

    "Good girl," he said, releasing her hair and giving her ass a pat.

    She gasped when he entered her and cried out when he grabbed her by the hips and started to slam into her. Despite having had her feelings hurt earlier, she was still sopping wet between her thighs. Despite the brutality that her body was taking, her body still craved the feeling of being filled up by him. No matter how much pain he dished out, she yearned to feel more of him, the one exception being when it felt like he was going to punch a hole through the back of her throat.

    His strokes resembled that of a jackhammer, impossibly fast and impossibly hard. He slammed into her so fast and hard, she had to gasp for hair. At one point, he leaned down and scraped his teeth along her back, before straightening his posture and laying into her again. The positioning of his hands alternated moving from her hips, up to her shoulders so he could dig himself deeper inside of her - which she hadn't even thought possible. Then one hand was in her hair again, forcing her into a standing position while he continued to fuck the life out of her. Keeping one hand in her hair, he reached around her and pinched the tip of one breast.

    She cried out in pain.

    He pinched her again, and this time not quickly. His strokes slowed a little while he continued to pinch and tease. He bit down into her shoulder and lowered the hand on her breast down her stomach. He dipped his hand between her thighs and started to tease her with his fingers while slowly pulling her head back.

    "Aubrey," she moaned out.

    His movements stilled. "What did you say?"

    "Aubrey?"

    He released her hair, and a moment later his hand clapped over her mouth. "No, no, no," he crooned to her. "You haven't earned the right to say my name tonight. Tonight, I am Sir, Master, or Daddy if you are to address me. Understood?"

    She nodded, since he had a hand covering her mouth.

    He uncovered her mouth and pushed her back down so that her breasts were mashed into the table. Then he proceeded to fuck her so hard that she forgot to breathe.