Page 133 of Cinderella Is Faking It

Blinding pain shot through me. The slap pierced my clit and shoved the plug deeper. My scream was only stifled by the weight of my own thighs pressing into my lungs. “Yes,” I moaned, no longer sure where my body started and ended. I was being reduced to all my nerves burning.

“Mine,” Beck repeated, and another slap hit me between the legs. I bucked against my restraints, whimpering.

“Your pretty pink pussy is all mine,” he said, and I was barely aware of his fingers spreading me wide, until his next slap hit my exposed clit. I almost choked on my own cries. My body was burning, and I knew how to find relief. He just didn’t grant it yet.

“I need you,” I breathed, blinking up at him through blurred vision, “please.”

“Say it.” His thumb smoothed over my throbbing clit, drawing a deep-rooted moan from my lungs, as my entire searing nerve system honed in on that one spot. With that being the only sound coming from my mouth, he pulled his hand back. The anticipation rattled through me before the pain did, and I arched and bucked against his slap.

“Fuck me,” I whimpered.

“No.” Another slap hit me. The pain morphed into something else entirely, when he pushed two fingers into my tight entrance. He curled them where the plug pushed into me from the other side, just before his second hand delivered another slap. “Say it,” he demanded loud over my moans.

“I’m yours,” I groaned, the burn between my legs consuming me. “Just yours.”

He added a third finger, stretching me, and slapped me hard enough for my vision to turn black as I quivered around him. I gasped for air through burning lungs. Beck delivered another blow, and I dropped over the edge.

I was still shaking when I felthim.I blinked rapidly, trying to clear my vision. Beck knelt over me, clothes gone, all beautiful bronze skin and flexing muscles. He had one hand hooked into the headboard, the other on his shaft, as he slid it between my folds. Another tremor rocked through me, as his tip pushed against my sore clit.

“Do you want me to use a condom?”

“God, no,” I gasped. I wanted to feel him, and I wanted nothing between us.

He buried himself in me with one quick thrust and drew another loud cry from my lips. I’d thought the vibrator had been a taut stretch against the plug, but that was nothing in comparison to Beck’s size. And all the pain that had just chased through me in a wave of euphoria flamed up again - with the added strain deep inside me.

Beck stilled above me. “Breathe.”

I sucked in a deep breath, not realizing I’d even stopped.

“Good girl,” he rasped, my muscles clenching around him at those two simple words, “keep breathing, Del.”

I nodded, incapable of bringing coherent thoughts to my tongue. Beck started moving. Slow at first, until my insides relaxed, and he found an angle that allowed him to shift deeper than before. Once he had that, he plunged into me without mercy. I moaned under his hard, relentless thrusts, and tried to tilt my hips against him. I wanted- no, I needed- I couldn’t go a second longer without-

“Fuck, you take that so well, sweetheart.”

“Beck!” He hit an angle that had his shaft push against the plug, while his tip stroked over my G-spot. The fire in my veins burst through me, and I pulsed and trembled through another climax.

The next orgasm chased that one within a few thrusts.

My entire body was limp when my ankles came free and dropped against the mattress. Maybe there was a dull throbbing in them, or maybe in my hips, or in my knees - every single bone ached in the best way possible, and I wasn’t sure which painful sensation originated where.

Beck’s rhythm had slowed, and he took the safety chain from my stiff fingers, then made quick work of the knots. He tossed all of it aside before coming back to me, a beautiful, small smile on his lips.

“Why do you always do that?” I asked, as my swimming thoughts slowly cleared.

“Do what?”

“Loosen the restraints before you even come.”

“I told you.” He caressed my chest with soft kisses after he loosened the clamps from my nipples. “I want to makeyoufeel with every cell in your body that you’re mine. I’m in control. You come.”

“I think that’s kind of how I feel when you come inside me.” My tired, quivering fingers raked into his hair, finding soft spots to rest. “Like you’re completely giving yourself to me.”

“I’ve actually never done that before you,” he breathed, his pace speeding up again.

“Never?” I gasped.

“No.” He moaned and leaned down to close his lips over mine. Unable to hold the swelling in my chest, I laughed, completely wrecking the kiss. Not just a small laugh either. A deep, honest laugh that made fresh tears spring to my eyes.