love dominant Tyler.
With a kick, he parts my legs, keeping me unbalanced on my heels as he leans in. “Always, Angel, are you going to be good?”
“No,” I retort with a grin. “Better punish me first.”
His hands let go of mine, relaxing them, but then I’m suddenly spun and pushed into the car with a bang. My coat is torn away, and my jeans are dragged down to my knees, binding me so I can barely stand or move. My legs are shoved further apart, and then his big palm lands on my back and pushes me down until my hands drop to the car.
It reminds me of that first night, but this time, we have carnal knowledge of each other, of how much we can push, how good it can be. This time it isn’t just about sex, though, this is about reclaiming what we had.
This is our love.
Twisted, dark, and so fucking beautiful, it borders on painful.
I hear his belt being unbuckled and then the hiss of leather as it’s pulled through his trousers, making me shiver in anticipation. Half of me is aching for the pain, begging for it. I want him to mark my body to show that I’m his again and he’s mine. The other half can’t wait for him to kiss it better and make up for all this pain with his drugging kisses and electric touch.
His hand roughly yanks down my underwear, sliding me backwards slightly, and then he slaps at my cheek, forcing a gasp from my throat. “Don’t move, Angel, and I will kiss it all better,” he orders.
He runs the belt across my skin, the smooth leather making me tremble for what is to come. I can’t wait. He pulls away, and I freeze, stiffening in expectation. He lands the first slap with his belt, the sound loud in the garage. He didn’t hold back, it wasn’t soft, it was a punishing fucking lash across my cheeks, forcing a cry from my throat as I jerk. He leans down and kisses the sting away, his soft lips making my eyes close as he runs them down my cheeks to my pussy before stopping.
“Daddy,” I beg, thrusting my ass back, doing it on purpose to get another lash, to get that sting of pain which goes right to my throbbing clit.
The crack is loud before it lands against my skin. The pain is instant before his big hand rubs it in, fading the sting to a warm burn. He drags the cold metal buckle over my dripping pussy, which is clenching and on the verge of coming from his punishment alone. My hands fog the shiny metal of his car as my head hangs in submission.
“Fuck, you should see how pink your ass is, Angel. Like a goddamn work of art. I can’t wait to fuck you from behind, to see those marks as I slam into your tight little wet cunt.”
“Yes, hell yes,” I groan, pushing back for more. His fingers slide down my slit before flicking my clit. I moan as I push back for more, my pussy pulsing and begging for his cock.
“So goddamn wet, Angel,” he whispers, kissing along my neck. “You love the pain?”
“You know I do. I love everything you have to offer. I want more though. I want to wear your marks, to hurt when I sit down, and remember the way you made me come from it and get wet.”
He groans into my ear, the sound husky and filled with lust. “Goddamn, Angel, how are you this perfect?”
He leans back, and another lash lands and then another, before he rubs it in and two more land. They cross over my cheeks, jolting me forward with the force. My ass is sore, so fucking sore, but that burn only seems to add to my desire as I hang there, letting him do anything he wants to my body, because I know it will lead to unimaginable pleasure.
“That’s enough pain for our lifetime, don’t you agree, Angel?” he whispers as I whimper, nodding against him. I push my red, sore ass into his hard cock, which is straining behind his jeans.
Suddenly, my eyes are covered by the silky material of my belt from my coat. It’s tied tightly behind my head as I feel his breath wafting over my ear. “Good, now it’s time for pleasure. So much pleasure, you will never be able to walk away from me again,” he promises.
He turns me, and