Punching Bag

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"I know." I all but whisper.

It's as though his eyes are completely black and staring straight through me. Primal.

"Does it trigger you? Seeing the punching bag?"

"No."

He considers this for a moment, still unmoving from his spot.

"Strip Cora." His eyes still seem dead, genuinely terrifying me.

I can't bring myself to speak a word in response.

He rips off his punching gloves and storms over to me. I only move back a few steps before he reaches me. He pushes me back against the door. We stumble slightly as it presses shut behind us, but then he slams me against it by his hand on my throat.

I close my eyes and gasp at the impact. I struggle to find the will to open them again.

"Look. At. Me." He demands.

I open them, accidentally looking straight at lips, then his eyes.

His face is inches from mine, our breath joining.

"You should not have come in here." He grits out.

"I had to."

At my words he pulls my head back by my hair, then latches his lips on my neck. He bites hard and I yelp at the puncture.

My yelp turns into a scream as he pierces my flesh. I can feel the blood oozing, his tongue lapping it up.

I squeeze my eyes together from my stinging wound. My attention is quickly drawn away when Townsend used his other hand to slide into my shorts, and press against my clit. He slides his finger down my slit to my entrance. Finding I'm already wet and dripping, he growls as he brings some of it up to coat my clit, rubbing me gently.

I brace onto his shoulders at the pleasure. He continues to nip at my neck, my jaw, my collarbone. He bites harder on my breast, making me hiss and tears to fall down my cheeks.

He rubs me faster and firmer. Between the pain and the pleasure it doesn't take me long to cum. I move against his hand, needing more friction and to chase my orgasm.

Right before I reach it he pulls his hand away, making my eyes spring open. Im not able to react as he pushes me across the room onto the floor. I land on my hands and knees, my back facing him. I hit the floor with a thud, my palms and knee caps aching.

It snaps me out of my trance and I look at the floor to see it speckled with blood, Townsend's discarded fighting gloves in front of me.

I hear Townsend walk over to me, his hands gripping my waist and setting me up on my knees in front of him not long after.

My back is to his chest. I can feel his sweat at my back and where my face is next to his.

He reaches around and cups my clit again, instantly getting me back to where we were before.

"I told you not to sneak around me again."

He slaps my pussy. I scream at the impact.

"Do you struggle with obeying Cora?"

He slaps it again.

"No, no! I didn't mean to!"

He slaps it again. Harder this time.

"I just came to see what the noise was."

He slaps it again. Keeping his hand there, he then pinches my clit, causing me to cry out at the pain.