Free Never: an erotic retelling of Peter Pan by Elizabeta Brooke Page A

upside down she wasn't sure, but for a long time she lay still, feeling the hot sting of her flesh under his now gently caressing hand. 
      
    She'd expected pain, and she'd certainly felt that - still felt it, but her mother's dire warnings hadn't prepared her for the shock of that mindboggling thunderbolt of pleasure.  
      
    Lying across him, she savoured the memory of it still travelling in tiny firebursts through her veins.  But only for a moment.  With the chill of early evening came reality, and in the aftermath of pleasure, came wariness.  Was the game over or did he want more?
      
    "Pretty, pretty," he was crooning, his hand sliding away from the destruction he'd wreaked to dip down and caress her sensitised flesh again, causing another small shudder that ached more with pain than pleasure. 
      
    She was filled with the urge to gather her clothes and flee, to be alone to consider the implications of what had just happened to her, but she had to be sure she'd passed the test.  "Can I go now?" she whispered.  "It's late."
      
    "Nearly," he said, the sly voice back, and despite his gentle hands she felt a tremor of apprehension.
      
    "I've done what you asked," she said, wriggling a little to see if he'd let her go - not sure if her legs would support her if he did.  "My mother really will come looking if I'm not home to do my chores."
      
    It was entirely dark now, and only a faint light filtered through the dusty window from the streetlight outside.  She wished she could see his face.
      
    "Just one more thing."  He pushed and she slid off to stand between his legs, her own shaking so badly he had to grasp her naked thighs to support her.        Below her hoisted skirt, her genitals were visible to him and they seemed to interest him greatly.  "Pretty little pink flower," he said softly, leaning forward to sniff her.  The very tip of his nose brushed against her soft pubic hair and she felt the aftershock shudder through her body. 
      
    "I want you up here," he said, manipulating her towards the table and lifting her carefully to sit on it. 
      
    She cried out as her bruised buttocks touched the coarse grained timber, but he was insistent. 
      
    "Now lie back, little one," he said, crooning and stroking her thighs, reaching forward to brush and tweak her responsive nipples. 
      
    "You promised not to hurt me," she whispered as she obeyed.
      
    "I know I did," he replied as he spread her legs and moved in to look down at her, one hand twining in her hair as the other fiddled at his pants.  "But you begged me to hurt you.  Don't you remember?" 
      
    And then she felt a stab of pure pain. 
      
    "It's only the bee, little one," he said deep in his throat as he slid the length of his penis inside her.  She gasped, feeling as though it would push her stomach up into her throat.  But with the pain was another, diffuse sensation that was harder to identify.
      
    "It stings a bit..." he withdrew partially, groaning as he pushed his way back in, "...but every flower needs some pollen."  And then he closed his eyes and began rocking his hips against her, setting up a pounding rhythm that he punctuated with soft grunts.  One of his hands still clutched her hair, making it impossible for her to move, while the other groped at her breasts, kneading them until she felt the little darts of pleasure racing up into her brain.    It was crazy - she hadn't wanted this, and yet when the pain had subsided into a sharp sting as he'd predicted, she could feel the incredible pressure of his penis inside her and the stiff fabric of his trouser fly rubbing against her with each thrust, right at the point he'd sensitised earlier with his fingers. 
      
    She felt the heat enveloping her again, her brain filling with static.  It was so good, so good...
      
    "You're so bad," he said as he let her hair go to clutch at her buttocks, lifting them to thrust into her more forcefully.