Song for the mood: Wicked Games by The Weeknd. A snippet of the lyrics:

Oh, I got my heart right here
Oh, I got my scars right here

https://youtu.be/O1OTWCd40bc

Vera

Alistair lay on top of me on the lovers' bed, penetrating the slick wetness of my sex with his fingers. "It wants you," I whispered into his ear.

"Again? You can't get enough of me, can you?" the playboy chuckled, removing his fingers, only to place them on my waist, skating along my curves.

"You're like a drug," I confessed, smiling blissfully.

"You have a perfect ass." He massaged my buttocks, then surprised my right ass cheek with a wicked spanking.

"Talk dirty to me," I commanded.

Alistair stopped for a moment, his lips curled up into a devious grin, and his eyes gleamed with dangerous arousal. "You're a good baby girl, aren't you?"

"And you're a naughty boy."

"Bad boys like to fuck pussy," he teased, penetrating me with two fingers. "Your body belongs to me tonight."

"Oh, Mister Scott!" I sighed, rocking my pelvis while his fingers dipped in and out of me.

One finger suddenly pushed into my anal hole. "Alistair!" I yelled, reacting to the shock of that hot finger.

"I know you love it, baby," he drawled, spanking my buttocks hard.

"Oh, it feels so fucking good!" I glanced up at the mirror on the ceiling. I saw an angelic man with light-brown curls, an eagle tattoo, and a large scar on his left shoulder blade. His muscles moved as he continued his magic on a woman in heat.

That woman was me.

"Sit up!" Alistair commanded, serving another stinging smack to my round ass. "Come on, be a good girl, won't you? Give me your tits."

I repositioned myself, leaning forward to give him full access to my breasts. He moaned, pinching my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

"What's this? A naughty nipple?" He moved closer to my left breast and latched on to the hardened teat. I gasped as he sucked and flicked the sensitive nipple voraciously with his expert tongue.

His fingers roamed around my landing strip, rubbing the short hairs in sensual stimulation. Inserting two nimble fingers between my vaginal lips, he explored deeper in my inner walls and murmured, "I've got you. Play with me, baby."

I grabbed his semi-hard length while my other hand cupped his sac, massaging it with care.

"Good girl, that's it. You're my good little one," he coaxed as I began working on his shaft.

After a few minutes, my nipples ached from the roughness of our dirty foreplay, and I was ready for the real deal. Alistair's hard cock needed a good fuck.

"Are you ready for fun on the bondage horse, Mister Scott?" I glanced at the black vinyl bench positioned to face a full-length mirror.

He sat up, glanced at the bench, and tilted his head. "Stand up, mount yourself on that horse, and get ready for the wildest ride of your life," he commanded, grabbing the condom.

I mounted the horse, leaning my body over the vinyl fabric, while Alistair stood up and took the rope from the table.

"I've got you now, sweetheart," he said, binding my hands with the rope. He looped the rope through the steel rings at the front of the apparatus, securing it tightly, then stood behind me. My ass and pussy were up in the air, wide open and fully exposed for Alistair's eyes only.

"Ah, what a pretty little hole," he mused, tracing my anal region with one finger, which triggered a tingling sensation in my body.

"Look at the mirror," he demanded, staring at the glass mirror in front of the vinyl horse.

I obeyed on command and watched the man in the mirror as his finger penetrated my asshole. He removed the finger, bent his head, and gave my hole a lick.

"Oh, that feels so fucking amazing," I gasped, pushing my ass deeper into his face.

I closed my eyes and let the sensations take over my body while Alistair worked his tongue from my anal hole to my exposed genitalia, lapping up the tight nub of flesh.

"Oh, I love what you're doing to me right now," I moaned, feeling vulnerable and horny.

"Are you ready for me, you dirty girl?"

"I'm more than ready! Fill me," I pleaded.

"Good, because I need to fuck you now," Alistair growled. He tore off the condom packet, placed the rubber on his tip, and rolled it down his length.

He drew his body closer, bent his knees slightly, and positioned his throbbing erection at my entrance. I felt the thick tip nudging my tight hole, threatening to stretch me wide as it pushed through.

"I've got you," he reassured me, pushing further and placing both hands on my hips. With one quick, deep thrust, he made a home run.

I let him in.

***

My inner muscles tightened, tense with excitement, once Alistair was inside me.

"That's it, darling. This is what I want!" I gasped at the feel-good sensation of his warm, meaty thickness. His balls slapped into me each time he thrust, moving in and out in rhythmic motion.

"You like this, huh? Your cunt is so fucking tight!" he declared, steadying his pace with his bare hips as he watched us fuck in the mirror. "You won't walk straight when I'm finished with you."

Staring at the mirror, I saw light beads of sweat coating Alistair's broad, naked shoulders. His lean, muscular arms held my hips as he continued thrusting at a steady pace. His eyes captured mine and creased into a playful smile while we breathed short, heavy breaths in sync with the rhythm of our lovemaking.

"You know what you are? You're a bad girl looking for some good cock." His hard hand smacked my left butt cheek, then gripped it tightly, molding my flesh with expertise.

"Oh, Alistair! Spank me, Angel Eyes," I moaned, begging for more of his discipline.

I began to regret my plea for pain when his meat temporarily slipped out of me. His manly scent entranced my nostrils as he leaned over and grabbed the flogger.

My regret vanished when I felt the stinging effect of the whipping on my smooth, round ass cheeks. "How's this?" Alistair revealed his white teeth, and his eyes gave away a wicked sparkle. My lover looked deliciously sinful in the mirror.

"Harder!" I begged, feeling the repeated stings of the flogger's leather falls on my ass cheeks.

Whack! The flogger met my ass again with greater impact, inflaming pleasured pain. After a while, Alistair dropped the flogger, shoving his erection back inside me.

"I need a good fucking tonight," he said, rocking his hips back and forth. He continued his vigorous thrusts, which massaged my core.

He grunted and pushed further into me as my inner walls clenched and sheathed his penis. The heat of him took my arousal to another level; feeling the euphoria, I rejoiced in having Alistair Scott inside me.

"Mister Scott! Oh, I'm coming soon!" My voice pitched higher as my senses heightened. "Go harder!"

With every movement of my body bucking against his pubic bone, I allowed more of him to ram harder and faster, thrusting deeper until I could no longer contain my excitement.

"Is this what you want? Do you want my dick?" he called out, grabbing my hair.

"Oh my goddess, I want your dick so bad! I'm coming!" I screamed as tears trickled down my cheeks. My vaginal muscles contracted in ecstasy, then relaxed while he cried out, delivering his orgasm in spasms and filling me up with his seed.

Slowly, he loosened his grip, unbinding our bodies after the mind-blowing sex we just had.

"I'm spent," he rasped, catching up on his breath. He casually pulled out of me and removed the filled condom from his length before unfastening the rope from the vinyl horse and untying my hands. "You are my dopamine rush," he whispered into my ear.

I moved off the horse and turned to him. "And you, darling, are becoming my addiction."

"You're one in a million." Alistair grinned, giving my wet nub a light tickle.

A/N: Vera is Alistair's queen, and he is her king. This is probably one of the steamiest scenes I've written. Lots of research on getting the BDSM elements right - safe, sane, and consensual. Next up, we go from kinky to caring.

I also want to thank every reader who stuck with this story so far and gave it a chance. There are many romance stories that glorify abusive relationships. Let's get real; I'm talking from personal experience. Bad boys are fine, but abuse is not okay. They're romanticized in some films and stories, but the reality is it's no pretty picture waking up from the occasional nightmare years after the abuse. There's no romance in that.

Your comments and engagement keep me going. Thank you for choosing this story.