I felt the thick power of his thighs tight against my ass as he thrust back in. Only it wasn’t just a thrust, he f*****g slammed into me and I felt my hips bang into the granite wall. More pain, but it centered my mind, brought me a sting of pleasure that I hadn’t known I was capable of.
I wanted to move my hands, to dig my nails into whatever I could reach. I wanted to give just as much pain as I got because it felt good. I’d never been told to enjoy pain before, to enjoy being marked, but I did. It was only light marking, anyway. I wouldn’t go home with bruises on my hips or anything, but I’d know what I’d done when I walked onto that airplane to go home.
I clutched at the edge of the balcony, held in place by the tie. I groaned in frustration as a wildness suddenly released inside o
