"I want you to hurt me," she said, as if trying to reassure herself, as well as me. "Mostly because I just really want to f**k you, but also because I know you will keep me safe." Safe was a confusing word. Carla wanted me because she didn't feel safe around me. Bridget wanted me because she did.
"But no pressure or anything," I chuckled, trying to find refuge in humor.
"Alistaire," Bridget growled. I felt her hands grab my ass and knead it. She was getting ready to pull me into her for real! That wasn't happening. I would do this myself.
I felt her tremble beneath me, and I did likewise in response.
And I pushed.
It was surprising how easily it tore under my advance, almost literally popping. Bridget hissed a little, and grimaced. I paused again, but her hands kept up their pressure
