21. Use of a safeword

A/N: So I can't quite picture Deb and Dex being thoughtful enough to determine a safeword and put it into use. Because of that I went in a slightly different direction with this. It's a little scary and more than a little non-consensual, but to me that's also what keeps it in character. Anyways, as with other chapters, just a gentle warning that this crosses some lines, so proceed with caution!

For those of you comfortable and willing to go there with me, I do love you for it :)

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Dex drops his forehead against the crook of her neck, her skin sticky against his. His fingers stretch out, slide further around her ass as she moves against him.

"Fuck." Deb whispers, her hand moving up the back of his neck, her fingernails sharp against his scalp.

She's warm and tight and he groans as her back arches, as she throws her head back. He takes the opportunity, leans down and bites her nipple a little too hard. She yelps, pulls on his head and rides him harder.

He can feel her tightening, squeezing around him and he grits his teeth as she rides out her orgasm, their bodies pressed together. Somehow he makes it through and he can feel his cock throbbing with unreleased energy.

She's limp in his arms, still moaning incoherently. He picks her up off of him easily, flips her around so she collapses onto the bed, her knees underneath, her body flattened on the sheets.

He stares down at her nude form, the globes of her ass beckoning to him. He has this desire tonight to be rough; slam into her over and over, to worry only about what he wants. He wraps his hands around her hips, pulls her bottom half up and stares down at her.

He wants something different tonight. He slides his fingers into her warm wetness and she sighs, placated. He pulls them away, moves his soaked fingers over and teases her other entrance. Deb mumbles something which Dexter ignores, pushing one finger into her ass.

The movement startles her, and she picks her head up, turns back to look at him. Deb recognizes the darkness she sees in his face. "Dex." Her voice hitches in her throat as he continues to slide a single finger in and out of her.

"Dex, stop." Deb tells him shakily. He ignores her, pushes a second finger inside of her.

It's uncomfortably tight, stretching her open. She digs her fingers into the sheets, it's been a long time since she's done this, and she's not sure she trusts him. "Dex." She tries again as she attempts to scoot away from him. He continues to ignore her, digs his fingers into her hip to hold her in place.

She swallows the dread building at the base of her throat. She tells her herself she isn't scared of him, that even if she doesn't quite trust him, she knows he would never hurt her. But in these moments it's difficult to remember why she believes that.

With two fingers still in her ass, his thumb slides back over her pooled wetness. Still sensitized, she whimpers as he adds the collected moisture to the fingers still moving in her ass. She can feel her muscles loosening, despite her protests and worries. Still she isn't quite ready when Dexter slides his cock between her legs once more, then presses the tip of it against her ass.

"Dexter!" She scolds him this time, tries for a harsh tone. But she can see his focus is elsewhere as he holds her hips tightly and slowly forces himself inside of her. She grunts, not ready to accommodate him, and grabs onto the end of the mattress. She yells again as he continues to push into her, until he is buried within her.

It's not terribly painful, but certainly more than uncomfortable and she holds desperately still, afraid the wrong move will only result in her pain.

"Dexter, what the fuck?!" She's breathless and what she intends as a reprimand falls from her trembling lips in a half sigh, wanton, desperate and fearful.

His only response is to reach around, his fingertips finding her clit and stroking until she sighs and starts to relax around him. He continues to caress her as he begins to move, slowly pulling out of her and once again back in. This time she doesn't object, just groans, her arousal growing deep in her belly.

Deb focuses on the circular motion of his fingers against her clit instead of the fact that there's not enough lube. Instead of the fact that she said 'no'.

She forces herself to relax, decides not to fight back. She's smart enough to know when she can't take him. Knows him well enough to see when he's too far gone.

When his fingertips leave her clit she reaches back, takes the wetness and brushes it onto his moving cock. It helps enough that when he picks up the pace there is little pain. She displaces whatever ache remains with her own fingers against her clit. But the truth is she's too nervous to derive any real pleasure.

He moves against her harder and it's all she can do to stay relaxed, to not tighten against him. She tries not to think about the pain tomorrow will bring. His hands squeeze her hips harder before the groan emanates from the back of his throat. He's spilling inside of her, and she finally feels like she can breathe, the trepidation easing away from her body.

Her knees give way beneath her and Dexter follows, his body covering hers, his hands still gripping her hips. She feels him sigh with satisfaction, his breath hot on her neck, before he pulls away. The mattress bends at her side where he lands as she stares unseeing at the wall.

She can feel him watching the back of her head and she slowly inhales and waits. She can sense him turn towards her, his hand placed tentatively on her shoulder blade. She doesn't say a word, move a millimeter, doesn't dare engage with him.

After a moment he pulls back and she feels a blanket fall across her bare body, fending off the chill of the cool air against her sweat slicked skin. A few minutes later his breath has evened out. She continues to stare through the dark night at the wall as a single tear escapes her eye unbidden. It slides over the bridge of her nose and drops softly to the bedding underneath her.

He'll never hurt me, she reminds herself.