Chapter Twenty-Nine #3
“Fuck yes,” he counters. “But then again, I can’t think straight from all the pain you put in my ass so it’s only fair, isn’t it?”
I squeeze his dick with my hands, but I don’t think it hurts him like I want it to. “I don’t even think it’s… made for that.”
“Oh, it’s made for that,” he disagrees, his nostrils flaring.
“If you don’t believe anything I say, baby, you better believe your asshole’s made for my dick.
You better fuckin’ believe every hole in your juicy little body is made for my dick.
And before this night’s over, I’m gonna bang every single one of them. ”
My thighs clench again, and I know I’m wetter than ever before. It’s just that I’m also more scared than I’ve ever been before. “Will you p-please be gentle?”
His eyes rove over my features, something intense and heavy in his gaze. “Yeah. I’m gonna have to. Because for some reason, the thought of hurtin’ you makes me sick to my stomach. For some goddamn reason, I can’t stop myself from comin’ to your rescue. And I don’t get why.”
I do, though. I know, and despite all the fear and apprehension, I tell him: “Because we’re branded, you and me.
Because eight years ago, when your life burned down, you saved mine from the fire.
So now every time something bad happens, I can’t help but think of you.
When he was…” I trail off and his thighs tighten around me as if hugging me; and his fingers around my throat hold me firmly as if lending me strength to go on.
“When he was on me, all I could think about was you. Calling out to you, screaming your name. No one else. I knew you were the only one who could save me. Because you always do. Somehow, someway you always find a way to come to my rescue. And I know you don’t like to talk about it and maybe you don’t even believe it but I’m the girl who was never saved by anyone.
No one has ever chosen me. Except you. So eight years ago, you branded yourself on my soul and maybe somewhere along the way, I branded myself on you too. ”
Our bond is forged in fire. It’s forged in tragedy and violence.
It’s stronger than a piece of paper and all the laws of the world.
It’s stronger than even him and me, and maybe he feels the same way because as soon as I finish, he puts his mouth on mine and steals my breath away.
We use each other to breathe. We use each other to stay alive in this moment, in this dark cabin.
This time, I’m the one to break the kiss off so I can finally finish what I started, unzipping him and pulling him out.
And as soon as he’s out, all hard and throbbing, wet like he was last night, I fall on him.
I have to. I’ve been dying to suck him off, probably the moment I felt it in the small of my back when we rode on the horse together for the first time, so it’s not really a surprise that I take to it like a fish to water.
He’s all salty and musky, sweet, too, somehow, and the more I suck on his head, the more pre-cum he makes and the tastier he becomes. So I spend some time there, licking it, paying all my love and attention to it.
I’m not going to lie, though; another reason I don’t go any further is because I’m afraid.
Not of choking on him and gagging. It’s good for me like he said.
It’s good to lube up his big fat monster cock before it goes into my tiny little asshole.
I’m hesitating because his skin is so soft.
God, it’s like velvet. It’s as soft as his cock is hard, and I’m afraid I’ll damage it somehow.
I’ll nick it with my teeth or scratch it with my nails, so I’m careful.
I’m gentle when I wrap both my hands around his root, and I watch my teeth when I lick his head.
But then, he puts his big palm on the back of my head and pushes me down, growling, “Deeper. Need… deeper.”
So then I have to obey him. I take him in deeper.
And when he curses and practically jumps off the chair, his hand fisting in my hair and his abdomen tightening, I don’t think it’s such a bad thing.
Maybe I can scrape him with my teeth a little, too, and I can hold him tighter.
And when I do those things, he curses louder and shoves his dick into my mouth even more.
I shed all my shyness and carefulness then.
I should’ve expected that, though. When has my careful, cautious life worked out for me anyway?
So I suck like I want to suck him. Like I should suck him, with abandon and freedom.
And soon, I’m choking on his cock. I’m taking him deeper and deeper, ever deeper, and gagging on him.
I feel my saliva dripping on my chest, making my tits sticky, my nipples even harder.
My pussy isn’t a slouch either; she’s dripping, too, making a mess of my thighs, making a puddle on the floor.
Plus, his cock in my mouth is pulsing, throbbing, dripping as well.
It’s like the very air is swollen and heavy and liquid.
Dripping lust like rain.
And if he doesn’t get inside me soon, I’m going to pass out. It’s like he heard my thoughts, because the moment I feel I can’t take it anymore, he pulls me away from his cock. I mourn its loss, but I know what’s coming so I console myself.
Like he said, he turns me around and puts me on my hands and knees. And then he mounts me like the bull he is and sticks his dick into my ass. I know I’m saying it like it was quick, but it doesn’t just happen right away.
He has to make it fit.
He has to make sure I’m okay. That’s his main priority here.
When he said he’d be gentle, he really meant it.
He’s even gentler and slower than last night.
Although I will say that I ruined his plans by pushing myself onto his cock, but still.
And what a stupid thing it was to do, because tonight I get to see, get to witness, how he breaks in a virgin.
How skilled he is at this.
He wants to break horses for a living, doesn’t he, and he totally should because holy God, he’s good. He’s fucking fantastic at it.
He grabs me by the hip with one hand to keep me stable and then uses his other hand to guide his cock inside half an inch at a time.
Every time he gains an inch, he pulls back to let me breathe.
He shushes me and tells me I’m doing good.
He tells me to push back and when I do, he calls me his good girl.
He tells me that I’m amazing. That I’m so sweet to listen to him.
To let him do this to me. And on a floor, no less, streaked with dirt and blood and cracks.
He says my ass feels like heaven, all tight and soft, and that I’m slowly killing him.
I want to tell him he’s slowly killing me, too, but all I can do is moan. And whimper and hiss when the pain becomes too much and breathe when he gives me sweet relief.
I don’t know how long it takes for him to fit his entire length inside of me, but when he’s done, we’re both slick with sweat.
The cabin is sweltering and I’m a mess of pain and pleasure.
My pussy is throbbing, aching, and there’s a fist inside my tummy, waiting to unfurl.
Which is probably why it takes me a second to realize that there’s another presence in the room.
I open my eyes and there he is. The man who attacked me and almost got killed for it.
His eyes are open, or rather his one good eye that’s also swollen, and he’s staring directly at us.
I tense, and of course Arsen notices because he’s so in tune with me.
He also notices why because I hear him growl, both his hands on my hips going tight with aggression.
But before he can say anything, I surprise him: “It’s okay. Let him watch.”
I feel his fingers flex and I look back at him.
God, he’s magnificent.
All broad and bare-chested. He unbuttoned his shirt at some point so now it hangs open, and every muscle on his torso is on display. It’s bathed by sweat and the meager moonlight, and I don’t think he’s ever been more beautiful than he is now.
I look into his glittering eyes as I breathe out, my chest heaving, “He tried to touch me with his filthy hands. So he should know. He should see. How you touch me. How you make me go to pieces for you. How no one can do what you do because you’re my everything.
My husband, my savior. My daddy. If he hears me screaming out my daddy’s name, he’ll know not to touch me. ”
His features are all tight, his jaw pulsing for a few seconds. “You wanna save his life, baby?”
I swallow. “I wanna s-save you.”
He slides his hand up my spine, bending down, his dick in my ass moving painfully, before grabbing the back of my neck and growling, “So you better scream your daddy’s name loud enough to bring down this motherfuckin’ roof and shatter his goddamn eardrums because if he forgets that you belong to me, even for a single second of his godforsaken life you’re askin’ me to spare, I’ll end him.
” He squeezes my neck, smashing his thumb into my pulse.
“You wanna save me, darlin’, you put on a hell of a show and show him what a whore you are for your daddy.
Lettin’ me ass fuck you inches away from the man who thought he could touch what’s mine, yeah?
That’s the only way I’m gonna be able to hold it together and not crush this little cockroach under my boots. ”
So I do that. I scream and moan and put on a show for him.
I show him what my husband does to me. If I reduce him to a bull, an animal who only knows how to mate, then he turns me into his whore who lets him fuck her ass inches away from a dying man who watches the whole thing.
I don’t even think about what my body looks like in this moment.
How my tits jiggle; how he makes them jiggle with his thrusts.
How he grabs hold of my ass and makes it shake, and how every part of me is curvy and thick and awkward, because I don’t feel awkward. In this moment, I feel beautiful.