Bruised And Begging For More

Ezra fucked her like he was trying to break her.

Each thrust was deep and deliberate, pushing into her with a rhythm that stole her breath. Vienna's legs wrapped around his waist, her heels digging into his lower back, pulling him closer even as she cried out from the force of him. The collar pressed against her throat with every movement, a constant reminder of who she belonged to tonight.

"Look at me," he commanded.

She forced her eyes open. His masked face hovered above hers, those dark eyes burning down at her. A vein pulsed in his forehead. His jaw was tight. He looked like a man barely holding onto his control.

"You feel that?" he growled. "You feel how tight you are around me? How your body is squeezing me like it never wants me to leave?"

"Yes, Daddy." The word came easier now, slipping off her tongue like honey. "I feel it."

"You are so fucking wet." He pulled out almost all the way, then slammed back in. Vienna's back arched off the bed. "Dripping down my cock. Making a mess of my sheets. Do you care?"

"No, Daddy."

"Good girl." He changed his angle, thrusting upward, and suddenly he hit something inside her that made stars explode behind her eyes. "There. That spot right there. You like that?"

"I like it. I like it. Please do that again."

He did it again. And again. Each thrust hit that same perfect spot, and Vienna felt the pressure building in her belly for the second time that night. It was different from the first orgasm. Faster. More urgent. Like a wave about to crash.

"Daddy," she gasped. "I am going to come."

"Not yet."

"I cannot wait this time. I really cannot."

"You can and you will." He slowed his pace, pulling back to shallow thrusts that barely touched that spot. The pressure eased slightly, and Vienna whimpered in frustration. "You come when I tell you to come. Not before."

Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes. "That is cruel."

"Yes," he agreed, and he smiled. It was not a kind smile. It was the smile of a man who enjoyed watching her suffer. "I am cruel. And you love it."

She did. God help her, she did.

He pulled out entirely and flipped her onto her stomach in one rough motion. Before she could catch her breath, he grabbed her hips and lifted them, pulling her onto her knees. Her face pressed into the sheets. Her ass was in the air, still stinging from the paddle, and her wetness was cooling on her thighs.

"Hands behind your back," he ordered.

She crossed her wrists behind her. He bound them with one of the silk ropes, not to the headboard this time, just tied together. The silk was soft but tight, and she tested it once before letting her arms rest against her lower back.

"Now," he said, positioning himself behind her. "You are going to take every inch. And you are going to thank me for it."

He pushed inside her again from behind, and the new angle made her gasp. He was deeper like this, impossibly deep, and she felt stretched and full and completely helpless. Her bound hands meant she could not brace herself. Her face in the sheets meant she could not see him coming. All she could do was feel.

And God, she felt everything.

He fucked her hard and fast, his hips slapping against her bruised ass with every thrust. The sting of the paddle marks mixed with the pleasure of his cock, and Vienna moaned into the sheets, her voice muffled by the fabric.

"Thank you, Daddy," she sobbed between thrusts. "Thank you. Thank you."

"Louder."

"THANK YOU, DADDY."

He reached around and found her clit with his fingers, rubbing in tight circles that matched the rhythm of his hips. The pressure in her belly exploded back to life, bigger than before, more desperate.

"Please," she begged. "Please, please, please."

"Please what?"

"Please let me come. I need to come. I need it so badly, Daddy. I will do anything. Anything."

"Anything?"

"Anything."

His fingers pressed harder on her clit. His cock drove deeper into her. His other hand grabbed her bound wrists and pulled them toward him, forcing her back to arch even more, and Vienna saw spots dancing in her vision.

"Come for me, princess," he said against her ear. "Come all over Daddy's cock."

The world shattered.

Vienna's scream was swallowed by the sheets. Her whole body convulsed, her inner walls clenching around him so tightly that he groaned and buried his face in her neck. The orgasm went on and on, wave after wave, until she was nothing but trembling flesh and ragged breath and the sound of her own broken moans.

Ezra pulled out and flipped her onto her back one last time. He knelt between her legs, his cock in his hand, stroking himself fast and rough. His masked face was tilted back. His jaw was slack.

"Open your mouth," he said.

She opened her mouth.

He came on her tongue and her lips and her chin, hot and salty, and she swallowed what she could while the rest dripped down her neck onto the collar. He watched her with dark, hungry eyes as she licked her lips clean.

"Good girl," he breathed.

He collapsed beside her on the bed, his chest heaving, his arm thrown over his eyes. Vienna lay still, her bound hands trapped beneath her, her body aching and wet and marked. The collar was sticky now. Her thighs were sore. Her ass throbbed.

She had never felt more alive.

After a long moment, he sat up and untied her wrists. The silk fell away, and she rubbed the red marks on her skin. He took her hands and kissed each wrist, soft and slow, then her palms, then the inside of her elbows.

"How do you feel?" he asked.

"Ruined," she whispered.

"Good ruined?"

She smiled. It was a tired smile, a wrecked smile, but it was real. "The best ruined."

He stood and walked to the bathroom. She heard water running. When he came back, he had a warm washcloth in his hand. He knelt beside the bed and cleaned her gently, wiping the sweat and wetness and salt from her skin. He was careful around the paddle marks, dabbing instead of rubbing. He wiped her face clean of tears and come. He even cleaned the collar, running the damp cloth over the leather before unbuckling it from her throat.

Her neck felt naked without it.

He set the collar on the table and pulled the sheets up over her body. Then he climbed into bed beside her and pulled her against his chest. Her back pressed to his front. His arm draped over her waist. His lips brushed the back of her neck.

"Sleep," he murmured. "You have earned it."

Vienna wanted to say something. Thank you. I have never felt this way. Who are you? But her eyes were already closing, her body already surrendering to exhaustion.

The last thing she felt before sleep took her was his hand on her hip, his thumb tracing small circles on her skin, and the steady beat of his heart against her back.

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Vienna woke to sunlight.

It streamed through a window she did not recognize, falling across her face in warm gold bars. She blinked. The sheets beneath her were dark gray. The ceiling above her was high and white. The air smelled like cedar and sex.

She was alone.

She sat up slowly, wincing at the ache between her legs. The bed was empty beside her. The armchair was empty. The table held only the velvet box, closed now, and a glass of water with a note folded beneath it.

Her hands shook as she picked up the note.

Princess,

You were exquisite. Last night was not a transaction for me. I hope it was not for you either.

Fifty thousand dollars has been wired to your account, as promised. The second half will arrive when you confirm you have read this note.

Do not look for me. Do not try to find me. What we had was real, but it was also one night. That is all it can ever be.

Take care of yourself, Vienna.

You will always be mine.

No name. No signature. Just the faint ghost of cedar and whiskey on the paper.

Vienna read the note three times. Then she folded it carefully and tucked it into the pocket of her robe, which someone had draped over the foot of the bed.

She should have felt satisfied. She had gotten what she came for. The money. The experience. The orgasms she had waited her whole life to have.

But as she stood and walked to the bathroom, stepping under the hot spray of the shower, she could not stop the tears from falling.

She did not even know his name.

And somehow, that was the most painful part.