Forbidden Things || Cobra Kai

77 Be Safe

There was a part of Demetri that feared his bed frame was going to break, but it was small. it was quiet, overshadowed by the repeated slamming of his headboard against the wall. The force it took to push the wooden board into the wall would probably make a dent in the wall, but for all it was worth, he didn't give a fuck.

Accompanying the rhythmic beat was Frankie's loud, pleasure-filled moans. Her vocals paired with his low grunts filled his bedroom with a song he would commit to memory, because he never wanted to forget it. He wanted to play it again.

The best part was the naughty lyrics, but those would be subject to change with each rendition.

"You love it when I'm rough with you, don't you?" he asked, voice deeper than usual. He squeezed Frankie's hips, making her moan before she could answer him. She nodded, but that was satisfying enough. "I wanna hear words, Frankie."

She bit her lip, strangling another moan in the back of her throat before she spoke. Her voice came out in a breathless, feeble moan anyway, "Yes."

"Does it hurt?"

That was their check. After doing some research online about pain kinks and BDSM, Demetri had thought it a good idea to incorporate safe words and phrases into their fun together. It was fairly simple, as the codes were straightforward and easily understandable.

"So good."

"D'you want more?"

"Yes."

He took a hand off of her hip, which only caused him to tighten his grip on the other. She whined, but quickly quieted when his hand wrapped around her neck. He didn't apply any pressure, knowing that just having his hand there was enough for her. She moaned, feeling the vibrations under his finger tips, and he had to bite his lip.

The entire time, he didn't slow his pace. His hips didn't stutter. They had done this enough times, he was comfortable with the rough speed she liked so much. His previous hesitation was nowhere to be found, as he'd grown to like it just as much as her.

Especially when she was splayed out so pretty for him.

Frankie's back was bowed, as at some point she had been on her knees, laying back on the mattress. However, that quickly changed when he lifted her hips and subsequently lifted her off the bed. With her hands cuffed behind her back, she could only hold herself up by her shoulders, but she didn't seem to mind too much. If she was uncomfortable like that, she wasn't complaining.

"Fuck!" she shouted, mouth falling open. She tried moving her arms, but only struggled against the restraints she had brought to him. He hadn't opposed her idea to use them, but didn't want to be the first one to wear them, and she was quite alright with that. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! More, Dem! I wan' more!"

"You think you can handle more?" he asked her, lightly squeezing the pads of his fingertips into her neck.

It was a barely-there pressure, but she whined at its presence. She nodded vigorously, at least as best as she could, while watching him. "I can take it. Give it to me. Do your worst, baby."

He increased the pressure, but not by much. It was a light squeeze to her neck, only restricting her airway but not cutting it off. Her eyes rolled up as her body jolted, hips writhing and walls constricting around him. He tightened his grip on her hip in an attempt to hold her in place, relentlessly pounding into her harder as she moaned.

After a few more light squeezes to her neck, he moved on to her breasts, where he was notably more rough with her. He pinched and grabbed as if he didn't care, but he cared quite a lot.

"You're gonna come, aren't you?" he asked, feeling the way her velvet walls gripped his cock. He kept his pace steady, watching the way it made her small breasts bounce. "I know you are, you're so fucking tight. Holy shit! I want you to come on me, Frankie."