“Kenji,” she gasps out, as her fingernails begin to dig into my shoulders. I inhale sharply at the slight sting of her tearing my flesh, while telling myself that she’s only claiming her due.
I tore her open and in return, she’s attempting to return the favor.
I’m not angry at her for it.
I’d do the same thing if I were in her position, but I’m not and I realize now that it needs to change.
I pull out of Snow and grip her by the arms, roughly moving her on top of me once I lay on my back. She looks scared, nothing like the animal I was hoping she’d be, and I can’t fault her for that.
After all, it’s her first time and she wants to do as well as she can for me.
At least, that’s my hope.
“Climb on,” I command her in a gruff tone.
Snow looks down at my cock, sees the blood she’s left on it and flits her eyes back toward me.
There’s a renewed determination in her gaze now. Almost as if she wants to reclaim what I took from her but doesn’t know how.
I grit my teeth and growl as I reach for her and bring her body on top of mine. I smack her thighs apart then settle her onto my cock and thrust up into her cunt.
She lets out a surprised sound—something between a moan and a gasp, and I do it again.
Over and over, until she falls against me unable to keep herself upright.
“Fuck me like you hate me,” I grunt into her ear. “Because we both know that you do.”
Snow continues her moans and gasps as I keep thrusting up into her. She’s so fucking slick that my cock slips out of her momentarily, but I reach down and shove it back in.
I wrap my arms around her and keep thrusting my hips upward. The sound is almost as high inducing as the smell of her cunt.
Our flesh slapping together—the sound of her sloshing pussy as I continue to assault is more than I can bear.
My hips move faster, Snow groans louder, and just when I think I’m able to control myself again, my balls tighten and I come deep into her precious, ruined little hole.
I wrap a hand around her throat to keep her from falling against me again as I close my eyes and attempt to regain my bearings.
After a few moments of steady breathing, I pull her down toward me and kiss her roughly, taking her lower lip in between my teeth and holding her in place.
She lets out another whimper and this time, I know it’s one of pain, but I don’t want her to move.
Not until she’s been properly secured again.
When I feel a tear roll down her face and land against my cheek, I relent and let go of her lip.
My hand stays firmly gripped around her throat as I lean over to the nightstand and retrieve her collar.
I chuckle when she chokes back a sob.
I guess she thought this half-hearted performance would have been enough to make me see her as a human being, but it was only our first time.
Things in my home have to be worked for, and that’s one of them.
I sit up, wrap an arm securely around her waist and hold her close to me as I hold the collar around her neck again and snap the buttons back into place.
As I let go of Snow’s throat once the reminder of my ownership of her has been properly fixed, I decide that I want to spend the rest of the night in bed alone.
“Back to the corner, little pup,” I tell her, with a tired wave of my hand. “In the morning, you can have breakfast.”