Chapter 35 #2
I run my fingers down her neck, along her collarbone, between her breasts, trailing all the way down until they meet the edge of her panties.
Her breath hitches as I dip below the fabric and run along her seam.
She shivers under my touch, a soft, needy sound escaping her lips.
Swallowing her cry, my kiss is hot, desperate, hurried.
Our teeth clack together and noses brush as we fight to take more of each other in.
Her fingers lace through my hair, pulling me down.
Her movements frantically erase any distance between us.
I growl low in my throat and lift her by her thighs, placing her on the edge of the table.
The glass display box shatters on the floor when I shove it away.
Dahlia startles, but I grip her chin, thrusting my tongue into her mouth, keeping her attention on me.
She gasps, breaking apart, and I move to her throat, nipping and sucking, leaving marks in my wake.
She moans when I cup her breasts, weighing them in my palms.
She’s too fucking tempting. I lower, taking her nipple into my mouth and swirling my tongue around the peak. Her legs clamp around my hips, fingers digging into my biceps as she arches into my touch. I hiss through my teeth and bite her just shy of pain.
Her moan breaks when I run my tongue over the bruise I made.
My cock’s painfully hard as I admire the imprint I left on her skin, begging me to sink into her.
The muscle in my jaw flexes, and my teeth grind together in the effort to pull myself away. She shivers, a question in her eyes as they search mine. Both of our chests heave and fall in an attempt to return to normal.
I drop my forehead to her shoulder, breathing in her sweet scent and sighing. “I can’t do this right now.”
She stiffens in my arms, and I hate it. Running soothing strokes down her back, I say, “If we do this now, I won’t be able to stop myself from being too rough.”
“What if that’s what I want?” Her words are unsure, barely above a whisper.
My entire body freezes, every muscle tensed to keep myself still as I wait for her to continue.
“I know…I know it’s a little weird… Does it freak you out—”
I kiss her hard, cutting off her words, hating how vulnerable she sounds. I don’t stop kissing her until she melts in my arms.
I run my nose along her jaw. “I don’t know what I did in a past life to deserve you, but fuck, I’m glad I did.”
“It’s really okay if you don’t like that sorta thing.”
I catch her lower lip between my teeth, just hard enough to make her gasp, proud of her for asking for what she wants.
“How rough?” My voice drops low. “Tell me, Dahlia. How rough do you want it?”
“As much as you’ll give me.”
The words tear a sound from me, low and guttural. “Fucking Christ.” I breathe through the need clawing at my control. “I’m going to come before we even start.”
Four slow breaths. Then I force myself to ask again, “Are you sure?”
Her cheeks flush. She drags her tongue over her swollen lip like she’s savoring the bite. “I trust you’ll make me feel good.”
Something snaps loose inside me. A key turning in a lock.
My hands shake once before I steady them and slip the tie from my collar. She doesn’t look away. I step between her thighs, pull her closer until her head rests against my chest, then trace the line of her spine until she softens beneath my touch.
“Put your hands behind your back.”
She obeys without hesitation. I loop the tie around her wrists, careful with the fabric, winding it snug but not too tight. When the knot holds, I lift her by the waist and lower her to the floor.
“On your knees.”
She sinks down slowly. Golden-brown strands fall forward, framing her face. Eyes wide, lips parted, waiting for me. Every bit of her is open and eager.
I keep still, forcing control into every breath. No matter what she says, I won’t take it too far. Not yet.
I unbutton my pants, sliding the zipper down, just enough to take my cock out, leaving me clothed, while she’s completely bare except for her tiny lace panties and my gold mask. The contrast makes my length throb. I stroke once, the piercing catching on my palm, a flash of pain mixed with pleasure.
Her gaze follows every movement. Her mouth parts, breath catching. The sight nearly ruins me. I stop and tilt her chin up.
“I’m not good at this,” she says softly. “I don’t really know what I’m doing.”
Fuck. I feel her words all the way down through my cock. I’m barely holding it together.
“I’ll teach you.”
I run my fingers over her mouth. She opens without hesitation, tongue flicking out to taste me. I slide two fingers between her lips.
“Suck.”
She hums low in her throat, wrapping her mouth around them, drawing me deeper. I watch her eyes go hazy, lips wet, cheeks hollowing as she takes me in. When I press down on her tongue, she opens wider, waiting for what comes next.
I run the tip of my cock back and forth, painting her lips. I pull away, and she tries to follow as she licks the precum that’s pooled in the seam.
“Does that get you hot already?” I decide to push it a little further. See what my girl likes. “Are you desperate to taste my cock?”
She moans, nodding. Gripping her hair, I tilt her head back, opening her wider before sliding in, piercings disappearing one at a time.
Her small mouth has to stretch to fit my length, and she barely takes half in before I’m bottoming out at the back of her throat.
She chokes and flinches back, but I hold her in place.
“Breathe in through your nose, baby,” I say gently, maintaining my calm. She needs to know I will take care of her.
She takes a deep breath in.
“You did that perfectly. Now, open wider.” She does, and I go further, causing her to gag. I don’t pull back. “Swallow.”
Tears pool in her lashes, overflowing the corners, as my length fills her throat. She frantically swallows, not used to the sensation.
“You’re so good at this. You’re listening so well.” I massage her throat as she tries to swallow again diligently.
I tighten my grip in her hair. When the pain steals her attention, I cup the back of her neck and thrust deep, loving the way she gags around me.
“That’s it, keep swallowing, baby. Just like that.”
She peers up at me through wide eyes, putting all of her trust in me, surrendering and letting me take control.
I shift back and smile when she takes a deep breath through her nose. Then, maintaining my hold on her, I fill her mouth, not stopping until I can feel her swallowing around me.
“Fuck, you are so pretty when you cry.”
She moans, and the next time she swallows, my cock sinks into her throat. She startles with the new sensation, her breath completely cut off.
“That’s it. Fuck.” I stroke my thumb along her throat, back and forth. “You feel amazing. Made for me.”
She takes me all the way in like the good girl she is. I guide her head while I quicken my pace until I’m fucking her pretty little mouth.
Watching me with watery eyes, she moans, taking everything I give her.
When her lids flutter and her body starts to tilt, I pull out and catch her, dropping to my knees and wrapping an arm around her back.
She settles against me, her head tucked beneath my chin, her breathing soft and uneven against my skin.
“Did you like that? Did you like being fucked by my cock?”
“Yes…yes, it was so good.”
She’s so fucking perfect, like she was meant for this. For me.
I wrap one hand under her thigh, supporting her ass, and keep the other firm around her waist, easily standing with her in my arms.
“You were so good, you’ve earned a reward.”
“Yes, please.” She says it without hesitating, sinking deeper into my control.
I adjust her so she’s further on the table, belly down, and slip her panties off.
Would she call me Sir? Before we do anything like that, we’ll have to set clear boundaries, so for now, I’ll make her feel good without taking it too far.
I band an arm beneath her and lift her ass into the air until her knees press into the surface, then push her head firmly down. With her hands bound behind her, she’s unstable, exactly how I want her.
In this position, she’s fully on display for me. I shudder out a breath, taking in every inch of her pretty pink pussy and her tight back hole. I have to hold my shit together, or she’ll be the one in control of me.
I run my fingers through her slit, purposely avoiding her clit. They glide easily. She’s dripping onto my palm.
“Did you get this wet from sucking my cock?”
“Yes.” More a breath than a word.
I circle her entrance, and she moves into my touch. “So needy. You want me to fill you up.”
She whimpers, chasing my touch. “Please.”
“You sound so good when you beg like that.” I’m rock fucking hard, and I hold her firmly in place, fingers digging into her thigh.
My lips curve, and I lower myself so I’m level with her sweet pussy, mouth watering. I can’t wait for a taste.
“Don’t move.”
She whimpers when I don’t immediately touch her, desperate.
I’m right there with her, but I have to take my time to do this properly. It’s my job to take care of her, to make her feel as good as possible.
I wait until she’s trembling with the effort of being good and not moving. “See, that wasn’t so hard.”
I growl the second I taste her. I can’t reach her clit from this angle. Instead, I thrust my tongue into her core, filling her as deep as possible as she pulses around me.
I hum in approval as I slide my tongue along her, following her curve until I reach her perfect fucking ass. She jerks when I circle her rim with my tongue, trying to get away.
“That’s dirty.” Her voice shakes.
“That’s not your concern, is it? You asked me to do what I want, didn’t you?” I run my tongue flat over her. “Are you going to stay still for me?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl.” I alternate between circling her rim and breaching her hole with the tip of my tongue. She twitches in my hold but doesn’t try to pull away.
I listen to her breathing and read her for any signs of discomfort, but everything about her tells me she wants this. That she wanted me to take control so that she no longer had to take the responsibility of being embarrassed.
She completely gives herself over to me, and my tongue sinks deeper, moving in and out until I’m fucking her ass with it. She moans each time, over and over.
She trembles all over, whimpering as she rocks back into me. She tenses, shivers rolling through her, gasping with her release.
“Who said you could come?” I stand tall, spreading her cheeks apart, looking at the mess I made of her. “What do you think? Do you think you’ve earned a punishment?”
She twists her head where it’s still pressed into the wood so she can see me.
There’s a nervousness to her, almost fear, not knowing what a punishment would entail.
I run my fingers along her spine, stroking in soothing motions until some of the tension leaves her. Her gaze is softer as she watches me.
“Hmm? Did you want to be punished, Dahlia?”
I wait for her to decide. I may have control, but she holds all of the power.
“Yes, please.”
Fuck, she’s good at this.
I lower her so her hips meet the edge of the table and her toes barely touch the ground, then kiss the small of her back.
“You’re going to take the punishment I give you, and you’re going to thank me for it.”
Her wrists strain against the restraints. Without the use of her hands and not touching the ground, she’s laid out, helpless.
I circle her wrist. “Don’t hurt yourself.”
She stills under my command. She’s so natural.
I rub circles over her ass, warming the skin, then slap my flat palm against it.
A cry rips from her throat, goose bumps erupting where it stings.
“I’m going to give you five spankings, just like that. Can you handle that?” There’s no way she’s ever done this before, so I want to take my time. Make sure all she feels is pleasure.
“That’s one. Count it for me.”
“One.” Her voice is strained.
I spank her again in the exact same spot, and this time, her cry is more pleasure than pain.
Pausing, I don’t touch her, and she starts to uselessly wiggle.
“What’s your job?”
A heartbeat passes, and then she says, “Two.”
“Hmm, that’s right.” I reward her with another spank, this one on the other side.
“Three,” she gasps.
I repeat the action, perfectly lining up with the mark I’ve left.
“Four.” She’s sucking in air, body trembling, shoulders straining back. She’s on the edge of coming just from this.
“Fuck, your ass is beautiful painted like this.” I want to draw this out all night, see just how much she’ll surrender for me.
She whimpers, and she squirms, trying to find pressure she’s desperate for.
“One more.” I kick her feet apart. “This time, come for me.”
Without warning, I slap her pussy, just hard enough to sting. She bows, mouth open in a silent cry.
I line my cock with her entrance and sink all the way in with one thrust. Her pussy, still pulsing from her orgasm, clenches around me. After everything we’ve done, I’m already close to coming. I pump into her slowly, drawing out every ounce of her orgasm until she collapses.
I unknot the tie, releasing her wrists, and fuck her. I press kisses into her spine, her name on my lips as I fill her with cum.
Cum spills out of her when I pull out, and I catch it with my fingers and push it back in. “Don’t waste any.”
She’s completely melted, not even attempting to get up. I kiss her tailbone. “Was that rough enough for you?”
Her eyes are shut, and she has just enough energy to make a quiet, pleased sound. Looking at her, docile like this, blissed-out from how I touched her, has pride prickling in my chest and satisfaction at knowing I’m the only one who will ever see her like this.
I remove my jacket and wrap it around her shoulders before picking her up and cradling her in my arms. She’s completely limp against me, and I murmur praise into her hair as I return to our bedroom, shutting the door behind us.
Never letting go, I wet a cloth, then lay her on the bed, taking care to wipe her off. I toss it on the floor, climbing in after her, loving the way she curls into me, eyes shut as she snuggles into my chest, watching as her breath evens out.
Pressure builds in my chest until it hurts to breathe.
I’ve never wanted anything like I want her.
I want to be the one she turns to, the one she trusts without question.
I want to give her everything she’s ever needed, to make her feel safe at my side.
I want her to know the power she has over me.
I’ve never loved anyone the way I love her.
If she told me to die, I would. If she told me to live, I’d find a way to keep breathing. I will gladly be anything she needs.
“I love you,” I whisper, but she’s already lost to sleep. “It’s okay if you don’t love me yet. Just the fact that you’re here with me is more than enough.”