I take a moment to just breathe, to take stock of my body and the play we're engaging in. I'm not hurt, not even a little. The arm he's holding is immobile but not strained. The only part of me that's in need is my p***y, which is dripping with anticipation, hoping this will end the way I think it will.
"I'm f*****g awesome, Luis," I tell him honestly, a grin spreading across my face.
"Good." His breathing is harsh against the side of my head. "Because I'm about to f**k you rough. You can claw, bite, fight me, whatever you want. You tell me if you're not okay." I nod, and then bite my lip. He senses my hesitation. He reaches around and takes my chin in hand, tilting my head until I'm looking up at him. "Talk to me, Lena. I don't want to hurt you."
"Please," I say breathlessly, trying to
