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explicit language
sex mention
prostitution
fetishism
Kimi had been visiting Lacey and hiring her for nights for a week. They wouldn't admit it to themselves, but they were falling for eachother.
Lacey couldn't allow herself to be vulnerable to a man, not after being treated so cruelly by one. She yearned for love and loved every person she met, but with Kimi, that love was different. It was pure and captivating. It was a new feeling. Scary, but exciting.
Kimi, on the other hand, couldn't admit he had fallen hard and irreversibly in love for very different reasons. Lacey was far too perfect and ethereal for him. He was a disgusting criminal, a run-away. She was a thing from heaven. It wasn't possible for her to love him back and so, though every waking and sleeping thought was about her, Kimi couldn't admit to himself that, though it may never be mutual, he loved her.
They had began their nights with slow, hesitant sex. Lacey played and explored her new partner and Kimi worshipped her every inch with careful, nervous kisses. They slept in eachothers arms then Kimi left, a ball of embarrassment, like a schoolboy after kissing his crush.
A few nights in though, things got more passionate. Kimi had heard about some of his crew getting arrested and was angry. When he got angry, he got horny. He came into the bedroom and undressed without fumbles or hesitations and was on top of Lacey before she could stand and say hello.
Even through the anger, though, Kimi was gentle. She squeezed her soft pillows of fat and sucked at her neck, but it wasn't hard, it didn't bruise. The only thing about him that hurt her was his penis. This kind of gentle but fierce lover was everything Lacey had dreamed of.
The two fucked repeatedly. A few hours in, Kimi put Lacey on top of a chest of drawers and rammed himself inside her, tenderly holding her close. As her thrusted, and shook the drawers, box on top of the drawers fell to the floor.
After fucking solidly for many hours, the two curled up together on the floor exhausted. Lacey sat up, stretched and nudged Kimi. He grumbled and opened an eye to look at her. She smiled, lost for things to say.
He sat up, and kissed her neck, feeling the same way. As he did so, Lacey saw the box that had fell. She reached over, opened it and pulled out her favourite necklace.
All at once Kimi was struck with an intense and awful sensation that poured over him like lava. His eyes stung from lack of sleep, his throat prickled from dehydration, his back ached from thrusting, his stomach tensed from lack of food, his skin hurt all over from cuts and bruises and deep scratches Lacey had made, and his penis, it throbbed terribly. This was pain. He was feeling pain. And he loved it.