Ch10
Honor coughs, still incapacitated and out of it doesn't expect my next move. Quickly she realizes that she might have bitten off more than she can chew. "Lie down. Hands above your head." Doe eyed she holds her head down, reaching for my belt on the floor next to the bed I slip the leather around both her wrists. Still I won't kiss her, though I want to badly. Honor yanks her arms testing the security, groaning at the restriction .
"Weren't expecting this were ya? Shall I stop?" I admire the portrait I've created.
"No," she manages a little breathy.
"No? Are you sure?"
"Yes," there's a hint of indecision still on her face but she's more than slightly intrigued.
The perfect blend of fear, confusion, and arousal adorned her features, anticipating my next move. Her breathing hitched as I trail love bites down her flat belly. She gasps feeling my lips brush her sex; I hover there inhaling her fruity scent. The small amount of neatly kempt pubic hair she has hardly intimidates me. Firmly I give her clit a bite, feeling her hips involuntarily buck under the sudden sensation.
Deciding she needs to be punished I move into position between her legs. Her eyes glazed over with sex; meet mine as I slowly thrust forward burying all eight inches of my length into her, her muscles painfully constricting me. Honor's virgin body rejects its intruder, leaving behind a thin streak of blood. Now I've been in tight places before, but none as tight as Honor. I realize how much pain she's probably in right now, so I allow her time to get used to me. Anguish contorting her baby face; once more I retreat from her only to return again slower than before. An agonizing groan fills the air as she completely freezes and I feel her exhale in effort to cope.
"Open your eyes and look at me." I demand as I repeat my process; she whips her head side to side anxious to free her arms. "Do you want me to stop?"
Honor's brown depths flutter open, the pain visible in them, "No. God damnit stop asking that Randal. Get on with the show."
"You should've said yes," I smirk down at her, her chest heaving because of her excitement, "I'm gonna tear you to pieces," I snicker dryly.
"Oooh I'm so scared..." she sighed, using sarcasm to mask her apprehension.
Our words hung in the air as I pound into her, stretching her narrow unyielding channel to accommodate my girth. Searching her face I knew that there was a small chance I was hurting her. Brandishing her with sharp, short strokes, painfully striking her sweet spot with all my energy, her cries fall to agony filled whimpers. Locking my arms around her waist I force her to take all of me.
"Randy, please," through choppy pleas she begged, much like I told her she would. She wanted me to ease up the pressure and remove my weight from her.
"Do you want me to stop?" I murmur to her and she shakes her head in response.
Driving my hips into her I struck a sensitive spot because next thing I know is her eyes are squeezed shut and she is screaming. Her body spasms as her legs latch around my waist so she can support her weight. For the third time tonight I cum hard, pinning her under me as her muscles clench around me excruciatingly. Grunting, I continue slamming into her, ensuring every drop of my sticky seed fills her. With her body draining me, it was all I could do to not collapse on her. Weakly she still fought against the restraint. Amused at her attempt I laugh perversely at her. I release the belt from her wrists.
"I bet I look like shit, don't I?" Honor begrudgingly sits up pushing me off of her, rubbing the sore spots on her wrists first then her breasts, the bruises looking much worse than I thought they would. Running her hands through her hair she pushes it all to one side then wearily stands in front of the mirrored closet door, observing her sexually abused appendages.