Co-written by Jo Baynes

 

AN: * *, and # # indicate both a change in character’s POV and the writer of the section.

 

 

 

* Jo *

 

The stucco digs into every inch of my torso and chest and the palms of my hands and the side of my face where you have me pinned against the wall... Blood trickles down between my tits and pools in my belly button from where the acrylic finish has broken the skin... Your labored breathing is loud in my ear and hot on my neck and cheek and it makes my nape hairs stand on end and I tremble... Be it from fear or something else, I know not...

 

Tears tear away my facade and my heart slams beneath my breast and my chest heaves with every breath I take... My cheek burns from the salt mixing into the scratches there and my bared nipples sting from scraping against the wall and I bite my lip to keep from whimpering... I’ll not make your gratification that much more with my humiliation...

 

 

# KW #

 

You pretend you don’t like the way I make you feel and it makes me burn. I yearn to make your body quake and to shake your foundation. My body quivers in anticipation and I smile slightly when I hear your sniffles. I let out a low snarl and I chuckle at the squeak of surprise you emit.

 

I dig my fingernails into the tender skin at the back of your thighs and drag them upwards. The skin shreds beneath my strength and your blood covers my flesh. I bury my face in your neck and sink my teeth into the tensed tendon at the base.

 

I slip my hand between your body and the wall to grab your breast and squeeze. The warning growl I receive excites me and I tighten my grip until you cry out.

 

Irritated, you spit out from gritted teeth, “Damn it, you know I have to work tomorrow and I can’t do that if you leave bruises.”

 

I laugh derisively as you very well know that I despise your job and that your protest was futile. My fingers are cruel on your nipples and you continuously call out at the abuse I put them through but I don’t care. I taste blood on my tongue and I choke back a grin because I know how you’ll react tomorrow when you see what I did. I don’t plan to let you go until morning though so I have nothing to worry about right now.

 

You try to struggle and I press you harder against the wall. It’s even more exciting because your backside is now buried in my crotch. I know you can feel the dampness clinging to my bush and I love it because I know you do too.

 

 

* Jo *

 

“Don’t move,” You hiss and then your warmth leaves my flesh and I cry out at the loss of contact... I feel raw and exposed without you pressed up against me and my heart aches...

 

I hear the sound of rustling behind me and I wonder what you’re doing because this isn’t the most likely place for you to have any of our toys... I chuckle slightly at the absurdity of the thought and freeze when I hear the squeal of the garden gate and I let out a sigh when I recognize the scent of your cologne...

 

Your hands grab my thighs and force them apart and then you spread my ass cheeks with one hand... I’m about to ask you what the Hell you’re thinking when I feel something cold trickle down between my cheeks and I gasp loudly much to your amusement...

 

I sputter indignantly, “You—you little bit—” My words are cut off when you probe at my puckered hole with one finger and I moan when you ease just the tip past the ring of muscle and whimper when you pull it back and more of the lube is applied...

 

Then suddenly your touch is gone and a barely audible sloshing noise reaches my ears and my heart stops and then beats double time at the images I’m getting and I have to pause to catch my breath... The very thought of you touching your self when I can’t look is driving me insane and I don’t know how much longer I can withstand this torture...

 

Before I can breathe again or get myself into trouble by moving you’re on me and your hand spreads me open again and a hard and unyielding object presses against my asshole and I struggle against your hold in an attempt to get away and you hold firm...

 

My tears begin anew and I shake from fear of the unknown and I choke out, “Please, please don’t!”

 

My pleas fall on deaf ears and your hips continue to shove against me ‘til my body gives way and you sink to your hilt in my ass and I scream from the pain of it and your dildo pistons into me with short, vicious thrusts of your hips... You grab me by my hips and pull me back against you in time with your motions and still I cry...

 

 

# KW #

 

It hurts to hear you cry the way you are. It’s different when it’s real pain than when you’re just being stubborn and refusing to give in, or when it’s pain you ask for. When you hurt, I bleed inside.

 

It starts out slow but the transformation I’ve been awaiting is apparent when your pert ass starts bucking against me. I’m finally free to enjoy what I’m doing and I shove into you harder as we pick up speed. The base of the dildo grinds against my clit each time I sink all of the way inside of you and sets off sparks inside me.

 

I move one of my hands to your lower abdomen and I blink when I feel the amount of moisture there. It hadn’t seemed that hot to me but I don’t dwell on it too long when a brief breeze brings to me the scent of your desire. Suddenly I have to feel what I’m doing to you and I can’t get there fast enough.

 

I cup your mound and my palm immediately gets soaked. I can’t stop myself and I bury two fingers in your moist cavern. The damp, velvet heat surrounding me makes me moan, low and throaty and the sound makes you wild. You drive down onto my fingers and shove back onto my cock at the same time. It’s all I can do to keep myself from getting hurt.

 

You tilt your head back and our lips and tongues meet in wet, messy abandon. I can feel you getting more frantic as your release gets closer and closer. I recall you once described it as seeming to get farther away because of how bad you wanted to give me my due.

 

 

* Jo *

 

The sweat pours off me as I grind my hips against the intrusions and I bring my arms up behind me to embrace you as much as I can without moving from this spot and scrape my nails over the nape of your neck... I slam down on your fingers and your cock and moan at the fullness and I melt into you...

 

My release takes me and I shake uncontrollably and scream out over and over again... My fingers clutch convulsively at your neck and scalp and I’m certain I’ve broke the skin and I almost smile at my revenge... I may not be able to go into work tomorrow but you’re the one who has to spend more than six hours in and out of a pool...

 

The tips of your fingers brush against my g-spot and your palm grinds against my clit and I reach fulfillment once more and I cry out again and again until my voice is hoarse... I collapse against you and turn my head to use your chest as a pillow and hear your heart pounding just as rapid as mine... It is only now that I become cognizant of your trembling and I turn just in time to wrap my arms around your sweat-soaked body to keep you from collapsing on the wooden floor...

 

We may like rough sex some times but that doesn’t mean either of us would care for a dirty hard floor... At this point any way...

 

 

# KW #

 

I become aware of your awkward position and nearly laugh at the picture we must present. You’re half-turned at the waist and supporting my weight and your own by leaning against the wall with your shoulder, all the while still impaled on my cock. As I gaze at you in appreciation, I become aware of what had caused the slickness I felt earlier and my stomach clenches painfully.

 

It’s not as bad as it looks, I know that from experience. But there are scrapes up and down your abdomen and breasts and the stucco had even drawn blood in a few places. I flinch with guilt at the bloody half-prints all over your thighs and I gently withdraw from your depths, pulling a guttural cry from deep in your chest.

 

I glance at you worriedly and sigh in relief when I don’t see the kind of pain I expected. Instead you’re looking at me like you’re ready to go again. I laugh and shake my head as I pull you into my arms and then I whisper teasingly in your ear.

 

“You’re insatiable.”

 

I hear you chuckle huskily and I sigh and kiss you. You nip at my bottom lip and I pull back to gaze lovingly at you. I gently cup your cheek and frown when I notice the scrape on your cheekbone.

 

“You should’ve told me I was hurting you that badly.”

 

You raise an eyebrow in disbelief and snort. “When have we ever stopped just because of that?”

 

I shrug sheepishly and you kiss me. When you pull back and straighten to your full height, we’re at eyelevel with each other. I can see the amusement in your eyes when you speak again.

 

“And besides, you think I didn’t get you back?”

 

It’s only with those words that I become aware of the sting at the back of my neck and head. I reach back to touch it only to wince and jerk my hand away. I bring my hand up to my eyes and I groan in mock-annoyance when I see the fresh blood.

 

“Work is going to be just so much fun.”

 

You shrug, unconcerned with this often made statement. You smirk at me. “You could always stay home and let me do unspeakable things to you.”

 

I groan for real this time and drop my forehead against your shoulder. “You’re cruel. You know I have to coach the team because the assistant coaches are morons.”

 

You sigh and gently rub my belly just like I like it. “I know, honey, just think of this every time it burns. I’m sure it’ll make your day more interesting anyway.”

 

I snort and shake my head as I step back to let you move over to the hammock attached to the back porch. The movement of my head caused my sweaty hair to rub into the fresh scratches and it burns and I hiss. “Remind me again what this was about. Was it your pleasure or my pain?”

 

You give me an evil grin and your eyes glint with wicked delight. “Yes?”

 

 

The End