They have some Kinky Sex

Chapter 11: Liam

Natalie stayed kneeling before him, her hands resting on his thighs, fingers lightly pressing as she tilted her head up to meet his gaze. Her chest heaved slightly, a lingering ache from the bruises and swelling, but her voice was low and sultry.

“You know,” she began, letting the words roll out slowly, teasingly, “I was beaten… humiliated… in a boxing match last night. Totally against my will.” She traced a fingertip along the seam of his cargo shorts, feeling the heat emanating from him. “Degraded. Publicly. Everyone laughed at me.”

Liam swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. He could feel his heartbeat hammering in his chest, the tightness in his pants growing—impossibly hard and straining against his shorts. He tried to look away, embarrassed, but couldn’t.

Natalie’s gaze flicked down, and she noticed immediately. "Oh… that cock is fucking massive", she thought, a slow, wicked smirk spreading across her bruised lips. Her fingers adjusted slightly, brushing against the firm outline, and a tiny thrill of power ran through her. She could see the heat in his eyes, the nervous flush rising to his cheeks, the subtle tremor of his hands.

“You… watching a hot woman,” she continued, letting the words roll out with a teasing drawl, “being humiliated… does that… turn you on?”

Liam’s head shot up, cheeks burning. His voice was barely audible. “Y-yes…”

Natalie’s lips curled into a slow, knowing smile. Good, she thought, savoring the control she held. She leaned forward slightly, letting her breasts press against the mesh, the faint bounce of her bruised cleavage accentuated by the thin fabric. She could see his pupils dilate, the rapid inhale of his breath, the subtle shiver of his body as he tried to reconcile awe, desire, and embarrassment.

Her own thoughts were a storm of contradictions—pain from the bruises still lingering, arousal at his reaction, and a heady sense of power. This is exactly what I wanted. Look at him—so ****, so captivated. My humiliation didn’t take all my control away.

“Do you like that, Liam?” she whispered, her lips just inches from his, “seeing me… like this? Bruised, beaten... helpless...”

He nodded again, unable to speak, and she traced her fingers lightly up his inner thigh, pressing closer, feeling his tension. Every shallow breath he drew, every nervous shift of his hands, only fueled her dominance, even as her own body ached and ached from the lingering pain of the fight.

“You’re shaking, are you resisting me?” she said softly.

Liam tried to step back, embarrassed. “I just… I don’t know what to say. You were hurt. That’s—”

She leaned slightly closer.

“Does seeing me like this affect you? You are clearly hard....”

Silence.

"It's okay Liam... I want this... I need this...Please..."

"What do you want Natalie?"

"I think you know what I want, Liam. "

Silence again.

Liam’s hands trembled as he gripped the hem of his shorts, hesitating for only a second before finally pushing them down past his hips. The moment his cock sprang free, Natalie’s breath hitched—her fingers twitched against his thighs, nails digging in just slightly. "Fuck," she whispered, her voice rough. "You’re... bigger than I thought." The words came out half-dazed, half-admiring, her gaze locked onto the thick, veined length bobbing between them.

A bead of pre-cum glistened at the tip, and without thinking, Natalie licked her lips. The ache in her ribs flared as she shifted forward, but she ignored it, pressing her forehead against his thigh while her fingers wrapped around the base. Liam shuddered, his hips jerking involuntarily.

"This is what I *want*." Her tongue darted out, tracing the ridge beneath the crown before she took him into her mouth—slowly, savoring the way he tensed, the way his thighs quivered under her palms. She could taste salt and heat, feel the pulse of him against her tongue, and for the first time since the fight, the humiliation felt *good*.

Liam’s fingers tangled in her hair, not guiding, just holding on, his breaths coming in shallow gasps. "Natalie—" he choked out, but she didn’t stop, her movements growing bolder as she took him deeper, her throat working around him until her nose brushed the coarse curls at his base. A moan vibrated through her, muffled by his cock, and she felt him buck, heard the sharp curse above her.

When she pulled back, saliva streaked her chin, her lips swollen and parted. "Tell me," she demanded, looking up at him through her lashes. "Tell me how bad you wanted this. How bad you wanted to see me broken." Her hand kept pumping him, twisting slightly on the upstroke, her grip just shy of too tight. Liam’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, his free hand gripping the edge of the counter like he might collapse otherwise.

Liam’s grip tightened in Natalie’s hair as he looked down at her—her swollen lip, the bruise blooming across her cheekbone, the way her throat worked around him. Something primal uncoiled in his chest, hot and insistent. "Fuck," he breathed, his voice rough. "You look so much hotter like this." The words tumbled out before he could stop them, but he didn’t want to. Not when she whimpered around him, her fingers digging into his thighs. "All busted up. Like you *deserve*."

Natalie’s eyes flickered up to his, dark and hungry, and Liam felt the last shred of hesitation snap. With a growl, he pulled free from her mouth, ignoring her frustrated noise as he fumbled with his belt. The leather slid through the loops with a hiss, and Natalie’s breath hitched when she realized what he was doing.

The belt looped around her throat before she could say another word, the buckle cold against her skin as Liam cinched it tight—not enough to cut off her air, just enough to make her gasp, to make her feel it. He gave an experimental tug, and Natalie’s head jerked forward, her pulse thudding against the leather. "Bark," Liam demanded, his voice low. "Go on. Show me how much of a fucking dog you are."

Natalie obeyed, a sharp, guttural *arf* tearing from her throat. The sound sent a jolt straight to Liam’s cock, and he tugged the makeshift leash again, forcing her head back. "Louder." This time, she didn’t hesitate—her bark echoed off the walls, raw and ****, and Liam’s hips stuttered forward, his free hand clamping over her mouth to muffle the next one. "God, you’re disgusting," he hissed, but the way he rocked into her grip betrayed him. "You like this, don’t you? Being my fucking bitch?"

Natalie’s throat burned from the belt’s grip, her pulse hammering against the leather in frantic, uneven thuds. She could feel the imprint of Liam’s fingers in her hair, the sting of her split lip reopening as his grip tightened. When he yanked her head back, her spine arched instinctively, the motion sending a sharp flare of pain through her bruised ribs—but the whimper that escaped her wasn’t just from hurt. It was hunger.

“Say it,” Liam growled, his free hand sliding down to grip her jaw, forcing her to meet his gaze. The lights of the apartment unit above them, casting harsh shadows across his face, but his eyes were darker. “Tell me what you are.”

Natalie’s breath hitched as Liam’s fingers dug into her jaw, her pulse thrumming wildly where the belt pressed into her throat. The ache in her ribs was a dull throb now, drowned out by the heat pooling low in her belly. She could taste copper from her split lip, smell the salt-and-leather scent of Liam’s skin, feel the tremor in his thighs where her hands still gripped him.

"I’m your bitch," she rasped, the words raw and broken. The admission sent a jolt through her, equal parts shame and exhilaration. Her nails dug into his legs, anchoring herself as his grip tightened, the belt biting just enough to make her vision blur at the edges.

The belt snapped taut with a jerk, cutting off Natalie’s next breath as Liam hauled her forward onto all fours. Her palms slapped against the hardwood floor, knees scraping as he shoved her down, the leash still coiled around her throat like a noose. She barely had time to brace herself before he got on top of her, with his cock burying inside her as he held the belt tight.

"Bark again," Liam snarled, his voice rough with lust. "Let me hear how fucking **** you are." Natalie choked out a hoarse *arf*, the sound ragged and broken, and Liam rewarded her with a brutal thrust—no warmup, no mercy, just the thick, unforgiving stretch of him burying himself to the hilt in one savage stroke. Her back arched, a scream tearing from her throat as pain and pleasure collided, her body clenching around him like a vice.

"That’s it," Liam panted, his hips pistoning into her with frenzied, animalistic strokes. The belt dug deeper with every snap of his pelvis, the leather creaking under the strain. "Take it—*fuck*—like the cheap little whore you are." Natalie’s vision swam, her drool pooling on the floor as she gasped for air, her nails splintering against the wood. Each thrust jolted her forward, her breasts swaying beneath her, the mesh of her outfit chafing against her bruised skin.

Liam’s free hand slid down her spine, fingers pressing into the tender bruises along her ribs before landing a sharp smack against her ass. The slap echoed through the room, and Natalie’s whole body jerked, a broken moan ripping from her throat. "You love this," he growled, his pace turning erratic, hips stuttering as he neared the edge. "Love being *used*. Fucking *disgrace*." His words were venom, but his voice cracked with need, his fingers tightening in her hair until her scalp burned.

Natalie’s thighs trembled, her core tightening around him as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter—until Liam’s hand yanked the belt sideways, cutting off her air completely. Stars exploded behind her eyelids as her body convulsed, her orgasm tearing through her like a lightning strike, silent and suffocating. Liam followed with a groan, his hips grinding into her as he emptied himself deep inside, his grip on the leash slackening just enough to let her drag in a shuddering breath.

The belt loosened just enough for Natalie to gasp—one ragged, shuddering inhale before Liam’s grip twisted tight again, cutting off her air mid-breath. Her vision tunneled, the edges going fuzzy as her body spasmed around him, her orgasm ripping through her like a live wire. She couldn’t scream, couldn’t even whimper; all that escaped was a choked, wet sound as her nails splintered against the floorboards, her thighs trembling violently.

Liam’s hips stuttered, his rhythm fracturing as he felt her clench around him. "Fuck—*fuck*—" he snarled, his fingers tightening in her hair until her scalp burned. The belt bit deeper, and Natalie’s consciousness flickered—her thoughts dissolving into static, her limbs going slack. The last thing she registered was the hot, rhythmic pulse of him inside her before the darkness swallowed her whole.

When Natalie came to, it was to the sticky warmth of cum streaked across her cheekbone, her split lip, the bridge of her nose. Her eyelids fluttered, heavy and disoriented, her throat raw from the belt’s ****. Liam’s weight was gone, but his hand still fisted in her hair, tilting her face up as he surveyed his handiwork. His breath was ragged, his cock still glistening where it hung heavy between his thighs. "Look at you," he murmured, his thumb smearing a stripe of cum across her bruised lips. "Ruined."

Natalie’s tongue darted out instinctively, tasting salt and bitterness, and a weak, delirious sound escaped her. Her body ached—her ribs, her throat, the throbbing between her thighs—but the haze of her orgasm still clung to her, softening the edges of the pain. She blinked up at Liam, her lashes sticking together, and something like reverence flickered in his gaze.