Chapter 15 #2
He turns me around roughly. I moan as I’m pinned face-first to the glass. He yanks my shorts and panties off, exposing me to him. I whimper, excited and afraid, my heart hammering in my chest as he grabs my hair again. I’m pulled back until my hands are touching the glass and my legs are spread.
His wrist flicks and his palm comes down on my ass. My eyes go wide as a sting of pain rips across my skin. I flinch, but his grip on my hair doesn’t release. Instead, he spanks me again.
“Sir!” I gasp in shock. “Oh, god!”
“That’s right. That’s better. Now, are you allowed to be wet right now, you dirty little slut?”
“N-no, I don’t think so…”
He lets out a soft, sensual laugh. “Good girl. So much better. Do you want permission, baby?”
“Please!”
“And what else do you want?”
“Your… your fingers? On my…” I bite my lip, feeling self-conscious.
“Say it, baby.” His grip in my hair tightens.
“On my… you know…”
He spanks me roughly. I gasp in surprise.
“I don’t know. Say it, Casey.”
“On my pussy! Your fingers on my pussy!”
He growls as he gives me what I want. His fingers stroke up and down my soaking wet folds, rolling around my clit, before sliding one deep inside. I arch my back and moan as bliss rams straight into my brain.
“That’s a good girl. See, I knew you could handle it. I’m hard but I’m fair, Casey. And look at you, aching for my touch, trembling for it. Have you been thinking about me alone in that room?”
“Yes,” I admit, mortified, but it’s true.
“How often?”
“Every night. Sir.”
“Every night?” He tuts and I can see that he’s grinning in the reflection in the glass. “What a filthy fucking girl.”
“No!”
He pulls his fingers back and spanks me twice.
I gasp, wriggling, and this time he drops to his knees behind me and pulls me against his mouth.
His hands grip my hips as his tongue flits across my soaking, aching core, licking me up and down, piercing inside and back to my clit again.
It feels so good I nearly break right then and there.
I’m on my toes, my fingers pressed to the glass, every muscle in my body tense with bliss and ready to explode.
“Such a delicious fucking liar.” He laps me and teases me with his fingers. “You can pretend like you’re not a filthy little slut for me all you like, but we both know the truth. The second I touch you, the second I give you commands, that’s the second you crumble and give me what I want.”
“What… what do you… want, sir?”
His eyes are blazing when I look back over my shoulder.
“On your knees.”
He stands. I turn to face him, breathing hard, and drop down.
He pulls off my crop top and tosses it aside, and now I’m completely naked and exposed.
He yanks off his own shirt, revealing beautiful, tanned skin and more muscles than I can even imagine.
He takes my chin in his hand as he slowly tugs at the waistband of his sleep pants.
“I wonder, Casey. Is this a reward? Or is it a punishment?” He slips his cock out. God, I forgot how big he is. It’s huge and thick, wrapped with veins, and so hard it’s like he’s going to break.
“Both,” I whisper, stroking him, and lean forward to lick his tip. I taste salty precum before moving forward, sliding more of him into my mouth.
I love the way he reacts. He’s been in charge right up until this moment.
But it’s like the second I start to suck him, Declan’s strength begins to waver.
He stares down at me with pure desire in his eyes as I stroke and suck, my spit rolling down his shaft.
I gag, gasp for air, and go deeper. If this is punishment then let it hurt a little.
If this is a reward then let me enjoy it.
Power and pleasure twist into one. He’s mine while he’s in my mouth.
I hollow my cheeks and suck him hard, leaning back and letting him stare at my body.
He likes my breasts, my stiff pink nipples, my hips, my ass.
He likes my eyes and my lips, especially with his dick in my mouth.
And I like the way he likes it. I love the way he wants it.
Like he’ll happily burn down his entire life just for another taste of me.
That’s power. That’s pleasure. It’s a kind of control I’ve never had in my life. Men usually run from me.
But Declan looks at me like he can’t escape.
I go faster, sucking hard. I want to ruin him. I want him to feel so good he can’t think. His low, masculine moans are my ruin and my bliss. I reach between my legs, teasing my pussy with my fingers and start whimpering as I suck him faster.
“Did I say… you can touch… yourself?” He can barely form a sentence. He reaches down and wraps his fingers through my hair. “Did I say you could stroke that pink pussy?”
I don’t care. I suck him more. I don’t bother responding. He growls and groans, and I can tell he’s close to breaking. I want him to shatter on my tongue. I want him to explode.
But instead, he pulls me back. I yelp in surprise. His face is blazing with lust and anger.
“Did I say you can touch yourself?” he snarls, dragging me to my feet.
“N-n-no, but—”
He grabs my wrist and bends my fingers to my mouth. “Suck them clean.”
I whimper in shock, but I do as he says. I lick the taste of my pussy from them, going slow.
“Good girl,” he says and turns me around so I’m pressed to the glass again. His cock teases between my legs, his tip right against my aching, swollen entrance. “I want to feel every inch of you, Casey. I’m not going to come until you’ve broken for me. You tried, but you failed.”
“I didn’t… I’m getting what I really want.”
He laughs, gripping my hair tighter, and slides himself deep between my legs.
Holy crap.
He’s so big. It hurts at first. But I took him recently and I know I can again. He fills me to the brim and this time he’s not gentle. He fucks me, thrusting in deeper, one hand squeezing my breasts and the other pulling my hair.
I’m thoroughly taken. There’s no other way to think of what he does to me.
He fucks me hard, filling me to the brim, and I’m mindless with how good it feels.
I can barely breathe and all I want is him to keep going, to fill me and fuck me, to tease me and take me, until there’s nothing left but ecstasy.
“Look out at that city… that city is all ours, baby… all fucking ours… and if you give every inch of your beautiful little body to me… I’ll reward you a thousand times.
Over and over, every night. I’ll reward you until you’re sore and begging for more.
I’ll fill your pretty mouth with cum, fill your pretty pussy with cock, I’ll fill you until you’re overflowing.
All of you is mine, Casey, every fucking inch.
You’ve been mine since the day I saw you. ”
I can’t take it anymore. The relentless way he fucks me, his trembling voice in my ear, the cool glass against my stiff nipples, it’s overwhelming.
It’s all too much. I whimper and beg him to let me come, beg him to keep going, and he gives me what I want with a simple flick of his fingers across my clit.
I shatter into a million pieces. I break down right there against the window as he fucks me into submission.
But he doesn’t stop this time. He keeps going, fucking me until the orgasm is almost too much.
I feel him stiffen and hear his roar as he finishes too, thrusting rough and deep again and again, breaking down into mumbles and moans as his lips kiss my back and shoulders and his hands squeeze my breasts.
He turns me around. I expect him to say something but he only kisses and holds me tight. I’m sweaty and he smells like heaven. My head’s spinning and I feel so tired.
“Let me put you to bed,” he murmurs, tugging me along behind him. “Come with me, baby.”
“Wait.” I hesitate, not following. He holds my hand but doesn’t pull.
I needed this. I needed him. The sex seems to have cleared something in me. Or at least it eased some of my pain for a while. But do I want to cross this line? Do I want to let him fuck me and go sleep in his bed after?
That means more than just something physical.
Sex is one thing. But I’m not ready for anything else. I’m afraid that if I cross the line, there’s no turning back.
Slowly, he releases my hand. “You don’t want to come with me.”
“It’s not that.”
“We’re married. You can sleep in my bed.”
“I know. I just—” The disappointment in his gaze hurts me. But I don’t let what he wants change what I need. “It’s better this way.” I turn and start gathering my clothes. I finally feel naked, even though I’ve been stripped for a while.
He watches me, not bothering to cover up. After a long moment, he silently turns away and walks off. I watch him go, a pit opening in my stomach.
Once he’s gone, I retreat into my own room again, closing the door behind me.
Why did I turn him down? What does it matter if we share a bed?
But for some reason, that feels more intimate than letting him fuck me and eat me from behind.
Back under the sheets, in my cold and empty bed, I try closing my eyes.
And immediately regret not going with him.