Chapter Forty-Five

My body writhes in this position, my legs bent awkwardly toward him. My breasts rub against the mattress, I can feel the hard nipples begging for some attention, some stimulation, which they are cruelly denied. My body aches from the effects of the perverse desire that consumes me, I feel a tingling in my heels where he had pressed hard. My mind aches with anticipation, my body is begging for things I didn't even know existed. I want it, I want to feel that tingle, I accept it and my flesh deliciously transforms it into pleasure, I want to feel the pain, the limit where pleasure and discomfort work together. I want to go to the edge with him, catch a glimpse of the fall and be ready to face it. Mads takes off his vest and I get a glimpse of his tattooed and tanned chest. I sigh softly, letting the hot air out of my throat, nervous from the anticipation of the unknown, which excites me to the point of convincing me that I'm on the verge of madness. I watch as he undresses with urgency, staring into my eyes as he shows me every piece of clothing that comes off.

His firm fingers search for the leather belt that holds his pants at hip height, and in the dim light, I see the erection of his large, swollen dick under the thick fabric. I wonder what he's feeling as he rubs against it. It's impossible not to bite my lip, longing for the sensation we experienced in his apartment, longing for the memories of days when we were out of control, thirsty for each other. I thought this desire would subside with time, but no, it grew wild and tempestuous, wanting more than I could give or give. I feared that I wouldn't be able to feed it forever. But there I made a point of forgetting the rules, norms, morality and rationality.

Mads slowly removes the leather belt and lets it fall to the floor. The sound of the buckle hitting the floor startled me and made my body tremble in front of his eyes, which watched my every move. He liked it, he took sadistic pleasure in my fear, in the terror he built up with such fury every second. I saw him in just his underwear, the thin fabric making his dick more visible, the length of it pulsing against the texture, the veins thick, marked and obvious, the glans protruding and swollen on the left side of his pelvic bone. At the tip, I could see a small circle of wetness, the lubricating fluid dripping from his cock already soaking his underwear. My mouth was salivating, my pussy throbbed painfully, and I wanted to squirm, to rub incoherently against his cock. How would that feel again?

"You like that?" His voice fills the room for the first time, I feel his strength in my ears, the authority in his tone. I swallow dry, my eyelids heavy, my body going crazy from the effect his questions have on me. Mads squeezes his dick with his fingers, causing the sensation I want to give him. The pleasure was denied me and I would have liked to punish him for it, to disobey his command, to kneel on the bed and suck him so deep that I left him unresponsive, without any idea of resistance. But no, I was vulnerable there, my ass almost exposed to him, my legs stretched out and open to his will. I nod, he bites his lower lip as he masturbates over his underwear, sliding his fingers up and down his length. It was torture, my toes clenching restlessly as I watched him pleasure himself. "Say it." He breathed hoarsely, lifting one knee to lean against the bed. His body was virile there, his muscles contracting under the effect of the pleasure of rubbing himself. My moan is audible, sly as my fingers run down the mattress and into the slit of my skirt. I feel the dampness of my panties and open them wider, giving myself room to squeeze my hand over my wet pussy.

"Yes. Please." It was too much, he sighed, watching me open up with a hard-on visible in his eyes. My legs lift, and my fingers reach his bare, shapely thighs, tracing caresses over a tattoo I didn't bother to reveal, I was focused, desperate for some touch, some stimulation. My plea makes him harder, and I know his cock is throbbing against the fabric of his underwear.

"You want to feel it, baby?" He says, lifting his chin as he sighs at me. "It's crazy and perverse that I like seeing you so vulnerable and open to me like this. But I don't fucking care." His words make me moan and maybe that's why he grunts so hard and painfully. I like that side of him, I like the way he controls himself and thinks he's looking out for me.

"We're all a little perverted, animals. I don't want you to hide. Don't hide from me, baby." That was his limit, the edge of the cliff I so desperately wanted him to go over. "I want to feel you hard against my ass."

Mads takes off his underwear with an agility that surprises me and reveals his big dick. I roll my cheek on the bed, my body tucked and ready, available to my man. He approaches, both knees heavy, sinking into the mattress because of his weight and height. I feel him coming closer, the muscles in his arms contracting as his hands rest on the bed to support his body, large in comparison to mine. His eyes eat me up, I imagine being fucked by him every time he looks at me, I imagine and fantasize about his eyes as I masturbate, as I imagine him, not someone else, pleasuring me. He approaches me, crawling over my body like a cat, thirsty and hungry, his arms straight around my shoulders, his head covering me as his body casts a shadow over mine.

I feel his hard penis rubbing against my right buttock, I'm being tested, heaven is testing me with the sweetest of sins and I'm ready and willing to surrender completely. I can't see his face, my right eye only catches a glimpse of some gray strands falling over his eyes. I hear his deep breathing and freeze, warm air kissing my skin in light, intense gusts. He looks hungry and I awaken something in him, something wild and charged with pure predatory instinct. Even there, dominant, breathing against my face, I feel passion, I feel and hear that I am revealing something of him that has been hidden for a long time, not awakened for a long time, not instigated and encouraged. Maybe I was perfect for it, a lover of such an instinct.

"Can you deny that I'm not enough of a woman for you?" I ask him through clenched teeth, the weight of his body pressing down on mine. Mads brings his face closer, the tip of his nose, his already visible beard scratching my cheek. I feel him breathe in my scent, as he always did in a kind of obsession, sinking his nostrils into my hair with a mixture of pure need. His right-hand slides through my hair, caressing, stroking my forehead, and my face, while I feel his cock between my ass. I lift my head against his touch, wanting it, needing it like oxygen, his fingers pushing away the unruly strands that stick to my face, loving me, and I feel the pressure of his hand on my face, holding me still, pressed against the bed.

"Ask again now." He challenges me, his voice is as tight and firm as mine, struggling to get out. His hand is strong, pressing down on my head so that my lips meet, my eyes water, and a pleasant heat warms between my thighs.

"Can you?" I ask, a trapped moan making it difficult for me to speak as he pulls at my hair. Still, I don't give in. "Tell me, would you dare?" I know he's looking at me, his breath panting against my skin, maybe thinking I'm crazy, maybe sharing the same madness. Both possibilities make me wet enough to feel the sticky liquid on the inside of my thighs. Out of the corner of my eye, I see that his gaze is penetrating me, that his silence is so intense that it makes me weak for a few seconds, afraid. I let out a pleading moan.

"I can't deny it." Mads says impassively. I feel the stiffness of his penis rubbing and sliding over my vulva, enjoying how soaked I am. I moan, my voice muffled by the pressure he's still putting on me.