Page 73 of Forgive Me, Father

It was tight and not as gentle as he always was.The memory of the plane’s bathroom flashed through my mind, a vivid, electric moment I couldn’t shake.Maybe it was a sign too.At least, that’s what I told myself.

The burning sensation his nails created on my sides, the huge grin on his face tells me that he absolutely loved it.

A cry pushed past my lips when his mouth joined his fingers.He pulled on my pussy lips with his teeth and the pain with the pleasure really fucking did something completely opposite to what I imagine.

He kept lapping, sucking and biting my pussy as his fingers pushed inside of me hard.Drenched didn’t even begin to cover it.

I tried to keep my moans to a minimum, there was some erotic side to the pain, to the way I struggled to breathe properly.

“Fuck,” I grunted as Alfonso really delved into me.His grunts vibrated, making the feeling more enhanced.

I spoke fast, “Fuck me; I need you to fuck me.”

He was like a robot, didn’t say a thing back, and just unzipped his pants and took out his erect cock.He pushed it inside of me with hard thrusts.His power shook the bed and this raw, guttural ache emerged from his roughness.

It amplified every part of me, making who I was feel twenty thousand times more powerful.

“Fuck, yes.”I provoked him, needing to see just how far this would really go.

I hated this position; it was too much pressure on my back and neck, and my legs were burning with strain, but this incredible experience my pussy was going through was almost impossible to put into words.

He filled me up to the rim, pulled out, and then rammed into me again.Pain mixed with the aching inside me and pulled all sorts of noises and curses out of me.

His hand connected hard with my ass and hip.I cried out as the burn singed my skin.

He fucked me harder.The bed’s headboard slammed against the wall and I had no idea how to react anymore.

My wailing turned into a rhythmic song.I wanted more and I didn’t understand how any of this was remotely possible.

I felt so out of it and then, until a sharp, biting pain tore through me, dragging me back from the edge of euphoria.

WHAT THE FUCK WAS HE DOING?

I caught glimpses from the blood trailing down my tights.For a moment, my eyes deceived me.It looked like Alfonso’s nails had raked into my skin, tearing it open.But I knew his fingernails couldn’t have done that.A scratch, sure, but this felt deeper, more violent.Like something beneath the surface had taken over.Like he wasn’t just touching me.He wasmarkingme.

A scream tore from my throat as he dragged his nails out of me, the pain sharp and raw.A sadistic laugh slipped from his lips, and I wanted to beg him to stop, but the words wouldn’t come.

A stabbing pain throbbed through my thighs, sharp and unrelenting.It burned as he pressed his rough palms over the open wounds and smeared the blood across my skin.

He didn’t stop fucking me.The pain tangled with the euphoria, creating a sensation I’d never felt before.It was sharp, intoxicating, almost holy in its brutality.

Alfonso bent over me, adding more strain on my body as he fucked me harder.He grabbed me around my neck as he pumped me faster.

The little air supply this position had left was now nowhere near existence.

I could feel the need to breathe as my arousal grew.

Stars were starting to dull my sight as the aching feeling drove me insane.I toppled over; everything pulsed as I came hard.I couldn’t even scream.Alfonso released deep inside of me.He was like a beast and then his hold around my throat loosened.

I took a raspy breath and coughed.

He pulled out of me fast and yanked at the belt biting into my ankles.

My body jumped free from its lock.

“This is why I didn’t want to do this with you, Camilla.”He loosened the knot on one of my wrists while I struggled to steady my breathing.I gasped for air as he worked on the other side.“You are not built to handle this.”

Somehow, I found myself lying on my side, slowly regaining my composure.Everything I was, trembled.My body ached, everything ached.