Katie 2 (Desires #5)

13. Chapter 13

Chapter thirteen

Katie

T he ground digs into my knees, cutting my skin as Brad fucks me hard and fast. He’s furious. His periods of silence prove it. When my own whimpers edge, he grinds into me, panting in my ear. “My perfect, fucked up little slut. I’m going to make you as dirty on the outside as you are on the inside.”

I whimper. “Brad, please, just—”

He slams into me again and again, making pain and pleasure pulse through me as he swats my ass and fucks me the way he needs to feel in control again. Every thrust pushes thoughts of the rest of the world away until it feels like he’s the only man in my life. Even though there are two more waiting at home.

The leather belt constricts around my throat, my breaths shallowing as I struggle. My stare is focused on Dan hanging from the tree in front of us. I’m sure he hears me. I’m sure he’s listening since his whimpers have silenced.

I want to tell him not to listen. I want to order Brad to get rid of him, but Brad bites my ear hard and pants against my lobe. “Be loud for him. He can’t see you, so he'd better hear you. Scream my name until he has it memorized.”

It’s so fucked up, so wrong. Thinking about how determined Brad is to own me, to make it clear to a man I said no to makes me angry, but I can’t deny how hot it is either. If he weren’t buried inside me, fucking me like I’m his, marking his territory without worrying about whether I come, if he weren’t so… him, I’d be furious, hit him, scream at him, but all I can do is obey. I moan his name weakly, then louder as he picks up his pace while palming my breast and pinching my nipple to the point of pain.

Pain I want—because that’s who Brad is, pleasure and pain. The pain always makes the pleasure more intense. The pain lets me know it’s real, and I want it all, want everything.

Brad yanks on my makeshift collar again and my back curves further, almost uncomfortably as his other hand pushes on my lower back. Every thrust is harder than the one before and I’m waiting for my limit. For the moment I can’t take it. But as my body trembles and moves with his, I almost cry out as my pussy tightens around his cock.

Brad shifts, leans forward, and his breath is hot against my neck. I bite my lip to stifle a moan.

“You like this, don’t you?” Brad growls in my ear. “Letting him hear what he can’t have, knowing that he’s listening and paying more attention to you than his pain since he knows this is all he will ever get.”

I whimper in response, a confusing mix of shame and arousal coursing through me as each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure through my body. I hate myself for responding this way, for finding ecstasy in this twisted scenario.

“Tell him,” Brad demands. “Tell him how good it feels.”

I shake my head, and Brad’s arm wraps around me, his fingers pinching my nipples until I cry out.

“Tell him!” he orders, and I break.

“I love how it feels! I love the pain, how you use me and hurt me.” The confession tears out a sob, and as my stomach tenses, his position changes and a sharp pain shoots through me.

“More,” he orders, swatting my clit so it throbs.

“Brad, please! Please! I’m yours, I’m yours. I’m yours!” I yelp, desperate to come. He makes it so easy to fall into ecstasy, no matter what’s going around.

“You’re my good little slut,” he grits and plows into me harder and faster.

He’s punishing me for dragging things out with Dan, but I’m accepting his retribution for another reason entirely. With all my mood swings, the headaches, the cramping, the fact that my period wasn’t anywhere near normal… I saw the results of my test last night and haven’t told anyone, haven’t processed it.

It’s been my secret and I’m ashamed I’ve kept it, ashamed that I hid it from all of them, and I hate even twenty-four hours of secret keeping when it comes to my men.

“And you’re going to come for me even though I haven’t been touching your clit, aren’t you? You’re desperate to come.”

I claw at the ground, shaking my head as the pain intensifies. I don’t want to say anything else, don’t trust my mouth. As much as I deserve this pain with all I’ve done, I can’t do anything but moan.

“What are you, Katie? Yell it. Make sure that the dick in the tree hears it. Tell him exactly what you are,” Brad orders as wet sounds echo from my pussy under his grunts and my ragged moans.

When he increases the pace, punishing me with his cock and the orgasm denial, tears burn my eyes. I know what he wants, but I can’t find the words. Only the secret I’ve been hiding, the one that I’ve tried to hide. I lied to myself, made up so many excuses, but it’s so obvious, I can’t deny it, and—

“Say it!” Brad snarls, swatting my clit.

“I’m pregnant!” I spit out, and he freezes within my next sharp breath.

My heartbeat pounds in my ears as Brad pulses in my pussy. The sudden silence is too much. I can’t be quiet. “I know I should’ve told you sooner.” Tears fall down my cheeks as the pain low in my stomach simmers. “I didn’t want to believe it. I couldn’t believe it. I made excuses, ignored it, but then… but now I can’t.”

He pants against my ear, then turns my chin so I have to look at him. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You weren’t home,” I snap. “You left me.”

The tightness of the belt loosens. “Do Carter and Henry know?” he asks.

I shake my head and hide my face from him. “No, they don’t. I wanted you to know first.”

His pulls out and turns me around. His lips come down on mine, taking me by surprise. His kiss is soft and gentle. It’s such a whiplash compared to what we were just doing that I melt against him. I think I could come from this alone. His hands cup my cheeks, his thumbs gliding over my tear-stained skin.

He draws back and studies my watery eyes as I sniffle. There’s just too much going on, too much that doesn’t work in my head. Dan’s still tied up in a tree, I’m naked in the woods, I just confessed the secret I’ve been holding onto, and now Brad is looking at me with no fury, no sharpness, just utter and complete warmth.

“Are you sure?” he asks as his lips hover over mine.

I nod. “I took a test, but I thought it was a false positive. I haven’t had morning sickness or… I took another one recently and got the same answer.”

“Damn,” he whispers softly. Then he glances at Dan as if realizing exactly what kind of situation we’re in. “I’ll be better,” he says. “I promise, Katie. I will.”

I chuckle. “I love you for the twisted man you are. Just keep talking to me, even if you’re angry.”

He nods once, but his gaze drops. He stares at my belly with a mix of confusion and awe. I hook my fingers under his chin, needing him to look at me. “Promise me, Brad. Don’t shut me out.”

His darks gaze focuses on mine, and my chest tightens, waiting for his response. For the first time, it feels real. Now that I’ve told him… it’s all slamming into me, and I’m mildly terrified he’s going to push me away.

“Say something,” I beg. “Fuck me again, something.”

“I promise I won’t run again,” he says, and a half-smile tilts on his lips. “Do you know… whose it is?”

I shrug. “Does it matter?”

He smiles. “I bet it’s mine.”

Brad

Katie pants and shivers as she presses herself against me. I’m still hard and I was so close to finished. I glance from her belly, to her eyes, then to my cock. It feels wrong to ask, but she wraps her arms around me and grinds on me.

“No more punishing, please. No more edging,” she pants against my neck. “I love you for exactly how you are, so finish with me.”

How the hell am I supposed to deny her that? I groan and lift her, adjust our angle, then thrust into her. She holds onto me tighter, and I sit back on my heels so she’s riding me. She moans and pants into my shoulder as I bounce her on me. I palm her ass as I lavish her neck with kisses and promises of being better, of pleasing her, taking care of her but never denying her kinky fun.

“I can be good to you while keeping you as my good slut,” I promise in her ear.

“Yes. I’m yours. All yours,” she sighs. “Fuck me to prove it.”

I lay her down on the ground and slide my fingers through hers, holding her hand above her head as I fuck her the way I need. It’s hard, fast, wild. Her moans are music that shrink my awareness to us and only us. I’m finishing her here. I don’t care what it takes.

I pound into her harder and faster, trying to meet the frantic pace of my heart pounding in my chest. Katie arches for me and turns to bite the inside of my bicep to silence her moan. I push her back and lightly collar her throat.

“I didn’t say you were allowed to be quiet. Be loud. I want you echoing through the woods,” I snarl.

She obeys, panting my name, getting louder and louder until she finally comes. I don’t pull out. I won’t. Instead, I thrust deeper into her.

I don’t know if the baby is mine. I want to believe it is, but for some reason, not knowing flips some primal urge in me. I slam into her, harder, faster, deeper, until I come buried inside her, my cock pulsing as I fill her with every drop of my cum. I pant with her and grind myself deeper into her as if I can force her baby to be mine.

She shudders as her legs tremble and twitch. “Brad, you…”

“You’re mine, and as far as I’m concerned, the baby is mine too,” I pant and lean down to kiss her.

She trembles and wraps herself around me, clinging to me as I process, or try to process, what she’s just told me. She’s known for weeks, thought it was fake, but knew. She’s been keeping this all to herself for so long, keeping it from us as if she were ashamed. She’s not losing me that easily.

“You still want me,” she says.

“I just chased you through the woods to fuck you in front of a man who wanted to share you with his entire frat. You really think your being pregnant will change that you’re mine? Will change that I want you?” I snort. “Ridiculous.”

She smiles and kisses me again. Every drawn-out kiss, no matter how soft, makes me desperate to claim her again. I’ll never have enough of her. And if tonight doesn’t prove what I’m willing to do for her, then I’ll just have to keep trying.