When his cock slides out of me, it glistens.
A strange, unfamiliar pressure begins to build inside of me. The slow, steady glide of his thickness satisfying me yet at the same time somehow leaving me wanting.
“The pill,” I finally groan when he suddenly pushes extra deep.
Shit. When was the last time I took my pill?
As if he can read my mind, he asks, “Have you been taking it?”
No.
Fuck.
I haven’t been taking it because it completely slipped my mind with all the shit happening in my life.
I only take the damn thing in the first place to keep my period regular and predictable. I’ve never taken it out of fear of becoming pregnant.
But I haven’t taken it in days. Days. And we had sex this morning without any other protection…
I don’t say anything, unable to answer as my throat closes up over the stupidity of my mistake.
James must see the answer in my eyes though.
But unlike me, he doesn’t look upset.
No, he looks beyond pleased as a slow, devilish grin stretches across his face.
“Good,” he grunts.
What the fuck does that mean?
Does he want to impregnate me?!
Or is this just another part of the stupid roleplay he wants to play?
Either way, nothing good can come of us continuing.
“You have to stop,” I plead and tug on my chains.
“It’s a little too late for that now. Isn’t it, baby?” James practically purrs as he begins to pump inside me faster and faster.
His hips slapping into my thighs.
“No,” I groan in denial and toss my head, still yanking on my chains.
Trying to fight off the new intense waves of pleasure he’s forcing on me.
“Yes,” he growls, one hand releasing its grip on my thigh to touch my stomach. “Yes. You could at this very moment already be pregnant with my child.”
It takes me a second to realize my leg is free, but as soon as I do, I try to kick at him.
“Fuck you!” I scream, reaching my absolute limit.
I don’t want to have a baby!
Not with him.
Deep down, I know it’s not his fault.
I’m the one who pushed him into sex this morning. I’m the stupid bitch that forgot to take her pill.
I’m the one to blame if I end up pregnant.
But his whole smugness over the whole thing makes me want to hurt him.
Hurt him for screwing up my head and causing me to make those mistakes.
My foot connects with his rigid stomach, pushing a grunt out of him and messing up his rhythm.
He seems to snap at the interruption, a look of pure rage contorting his face.
“No, Sophia, I’m going to fuck you,” he roars as he grabs my kicking leg and throws it over his shoulder.
Crawling forward, he moves up my body and grabs my other leg.
Throwing it over his shoulder, he plants his hands on either side of my shoulders and glares into my eyes. “I’m going to fuck you so fast, so fucking hard, so fucking often, if you’re not swelling with my baby after a month, it will be a divine fucking intervention!”
Before I can release the breath I suck in to shout at him again, he proceeds to do just that.
Supporting his weight on his hands and bending my body in half, he drives into me furiously.
There’s no chance to brace myself for the impact.
No chance to guard myself against the onslaught of pleasure and sensation his powerful thrusts drive inside me.
Hands bound by cuffs and chains, knees touching my chest, I’m completely and utterly at his mercy.
I can’t even twist or writhe away.
All I can do is stare into his furious, frenzied eyes as he takes me. Stare into the eyes of the man that both destroys me… yet somehow also completes me.
I don’t know if it’s the sheer speed, the sheer ruthlessness of the way he pounds into me, fucking me like he’s trying to punish me.
Or if I’ve just been through too much… too fucking much.
But I finally truly crack.
I’m tired of fighting him. This. Everything.
Tired of fighting and losing.
Giving up and giving in, pleasure like no other pleasure I’ve ever felt before sweeps over me, swallowing me up and carrying me away.
Only James brings me back to the moment.
Grounding me to this second in time, crushed beneath him, with the sound of his voice.
“You want this, don’t you, Sophia?” he pants between huffs of air. “You need this just as much as I do, don’t ya, baby?”
I groan in misery and shake my head back and forth, the defiance I shed only moments ago wanting to rear its ugly head. Wanting to deny him, for the sake of my pride, even if we both know he’s right.
“I can feel your tight little pussy fluttering around me,” he groans like he did when I woke up to this dream.
Like he’s in pain.
“Take it, baby. Take what you need,” he grunts as he somehow finds the strength and power to drive into me harder and faster, causing the entire bed to shake and quake.