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You couldn’t move much after Kid was done with you. He was always rough with his ‘lovemaking’ and tonight was no different. You nearly jumped as you felt his fingers run over the fresh bruises he made. Holding back the whimper that threatened to escape from your lips, your hands clutch the blanket tightly as you felt Kid pull your body down the bed.
A damp, warm cloth runs up your thighs and stomach, cleaning off the clumps of cum that caked your body. You hear the nightstand open, the cap of a bottle come unscrewed, and the silky feeling of a balm being coated over your aching skin.
“Up,” you hear him command.
You lift your hips as he slides a pair of his briefs to cover your naked bottom. He continued his after care by pulling his oversized shirt over your body and carried you to the bathroom.
“Piss.”
He gave you the courtesy of closing the door so you could urinate. As soon as the toilet was flushed, the door swung back open and he crowded your space, getting behind you and reaching for his toothbrush.
In silence, you brushed your teeth, washed your faces, and he even brushed your hair before shuffling you back to the bed.
As the mattress shifted, you could hear the faint clink of the metal handcuff that was still hanging on the lowest rung of the headboard. Long abandoned for how many months now, you couldn’t be sure. All you knew was that he stopped enforcing them in your sleep once you had become more…pliable to his demands of you.
Even though you knew it was pointless, you still tried to stick the edge of the bed with one knee partly hanging off. The furthest point that you could be to not be touching him.
A measured click of his teeth, he evenly called out, “C’mere.” Not a suggestion, a demand.
One you wanted to ignore.
You turned over to face him. He wasn’t looking at you but he had a smile on his face, one that implied he knew you were going to do it or else face his consequences. You pressed yourself lightly to his side as he pulled the blanket up to cover you both.
“One day,” he sighed, “You’ll be glad to be waking up to me. You could have it so much worse.”
You squeaked as he wrapped his arm around you and moved your limbs so that your leg was in between his and your arm was slung around his neck.
“I treat you good, don’t I?”
A rhetorical question.
“Don’t I?”
You stiffly nod.
He scoffed, “At least pretend like you mean it.”
You didn’t know how to respond to that.
Kid decided he would find out for himself, plunging his hand down your borrowed underwear. Swiping his long fingers across your slit, you could hear the smugness in his voice.
“See? At least yer pussy is honest with me.”
He played with the wetness between your folds, a natural bodily response to the stimulation but he took it as his own achievement. His pride overflowing.
Dipping his fingers inside you, you couldn’t help the reflexive tightening of your muscles or the moans you choked back. The way he teasingly pushed against your g-spot, pressing his digits down against your gummy walls as they started to flutter.
He let out a groan, tightening his hold on you and thrusting his fingers faster. Wetness dripping down your thighs as you tried to close them and limit his motions. It was moot.
Kid tore them off and spread your legs, not even removing his own briefs as he pushed the tip of his erection into your entrance. The stretch of his cock head and the friction of the cotton against your walls pushed a cry from your lungs.
“Fuuuuck, see? You wouldn’t be enjoying it this badly if you didn’t like me!”
Pulling back, Kid let out a feral growl as he palmed his cock, stretching the stained fabric from your slick and rubbing himself earnestly.
Your chest heaving from the forced pleasure, you warily watched him as he stared at you with smoldering intensity. His hand slowly pumping himself as he drank in your aroma of fear and arousal. Even after all this time, your body still accepted and even enjoyed the twisted way he craved you. Needed you.
Abandoning his briefs, you didn’t have time to blink before he fully sheathed himself inside you. The satisfied groan that escaped him filled the room. He nearly slammed his forehead into yours, his eyes clenched shut as he pistoned into you with passionate intensity.
His hips slapped against yours loud enough to echo in his room, the sound of your stifled moans crescendoing with his as your pleasure was clawed from you. Splashing against his thighs, your body spasmed and convulsed under him as you came on his cock.
He whined and stuffed himself inside you as you rode your orgasm, feeling every throb and pulse of your walls on his cock. At the peak of your cry, he grinded into you until his own orgasm spurt from his tip and painted your walls white. His hips didn’t slow down until the last sputter of cum shot from his dick against your cervix.
Pressing your thighs tightly, he let out a strangled moan as he slowly pulled free, wrangling that last bit of tasty overstimulation from your pussy on his sensitive cock.
With a satisfied hum, he lowered his face and used his fingers to pry your thighs open again. Watching his seed dribble from your puffy lips.
“I love you too,” you heard him gruffly whisper before he planted a big, fat kiss on your leaking slit.
Kid crawled over your body until he was towering over you. You could see the reflection of light bounce off the creamy fluid that stained his lips and chin.
He pressed his lips to yours and forced your mouth open. Gathering what he could of his cum and transferring it your mouth. Making you wash it down with his spit. Kid kissed your face and your neck before he finally laid over you. Pinning you to the mattress.
“Sleep tight, princess.”
The next morning, you woke up alone in the room. A platter of breakfast on the nightstand with a note for you.
“You have three days to say it back. Don’t make me force it out of you. I’m willing to wait 9 months to see the physical manifestation of your love for me.”