Chapter 36 #2
It’s only then that I notice she has stopped crying. She has gone completely slack. It’s like she’s dead. Or heavily sedated. I lean to the side to see her face. “Jenna, are you okay?”
Her eyes are heavy, but there’s still life in them. She blinks a few times, then gives the tiniest nod. I just stare at her, marveling. She is drugged. But not on anything she has consumed. She’s high on her own chemicals. On my power.
Shit. I think I’m going to come like a fucking teenager. I almost can’t take it. I want to prolong it, but my cock is so damn hard. Jenna feels it too. She lets out a tiny whimper when I start moving again. She’s so damn tight, and I’m so hard. I almost don’t fit.
She starts panting, her fingers making the tiniest clawing motions against the piano surface.
She’s so far gone, yet so very present. I think the sensation is as intense for her as it is for me.
I want to stay here for hours, but when her inner muscles contract around my cock, I damn near lose control.
Hissing through gritted teeth, I force myself to pause again.
I lean over her, resting my forehead against the top of her spine, breathing hard as I force back the need to come.
Just a little longer. Slipping my hand into her soft tresses, I pet her scalp, and her breathing deepens.
It’s like she’s purring like a little kitten. My little kitten.
The thought drives me wild, sending a possessive surge through me.
“Argh,” I grunt, straightening and gripping her hips hard.
Digging my nails in, I fuck her in earnest. Hard thrusts make her cry out.
I’m relieved the sounds aren’t agonized because I couldn’t stop even if I tried.
And her stuttered moans of dazed pleasure only drive me wilder.
I’m about to reach beneath her and find her clit, wanting her to come with me, but then my balls draw up.
A tightening sensation coils inside me. I can’t hold back. I just can’t.
With a roar, I spill my cum inside her, claiming her tight opening for the first time—claiming her whole fucking body.
“Mine,” I rasp as the pleasure keeps rushing, making me stutter.
I grip her hair tight. “Mine. Do you understand? My fuck toy. My slut. My Jenna. Mine.”
Whimpering, she nods.
“Mine.” Breathing hard, I stay lodged inside her until my cock softens.
But it won’t go all the way down. It’s still semi-hard when I pull out, and the urge to slam straight back in is almost unbearable.
But I’m afraid of what I’ll say if I do.
Thoughts that have no business being in my mind are threatening to spill through my mouth.
Things I’ve always felt for Jenna even though I didn’t want to.
Emotions that I’m never giving to anyone.
So I shut myself off and make quick work of freeing her.
Once I have her standing before me, all dazed, barely able to balance on her own two legs, I get an idea. Just because I can’t use her anymore doesn’t mean that this delicious daze I’ve sent her into should go to waste.
Placing her hand on the piano, I offer her some support to make sure she doesn’t fall.
“Stay,” I tell her and hurry out of the room.
It only takes me a minute to find the face harness and attachment I’m looking for in my playroom.
I have organized everything well so I won’t have to waste time searching for things.
“One last thing before I send you downstairs,” I tell Jenna when I return, stepping in front of her.
“What are you doing?” she asks in a worried tone when I pull the net of straps over her head.
Her trepidation grows as I fasten the straps, locking her head in tight.
But that’s nothing compared to the way she reacts when I add the attachment.
She goes absolutely frantic, trying to pull away and shove at me.
Her movements are staggered and weak, and I have to grip her by the elbows to prevent her from falling.
“Stand still,” I demand.
“No,” she whimpers, struggling against me.
I end up lowering her to her knees, attaching the leather cuffs to the collar, and wrapping one arm around her throat to keep her still. She keeps jerking her head from side to side, but it only takes two attempts before I have the attachment in place and buckled to the harness at her forehead.
By the time I’m done and help her to her feet, she’s weeping and sniffling.
I damn near want to keep her to myself and take her through another round of humiliation and ass-fucking.
But I don’t want to risk losing control—not for me or for her.
And even though my cock still hasn’t fully settled, I feel sated, for once, and I want to show Dad my appreciation.
He’s going to love this. He thinks I don’t see it, but Jenna is affecting him the same way she’s affecting me, and he’s holding back too.
I know just how depraved he is. I’ve seen it in his eyes, that wild look—the urge to hurt—warring with his decency whenever I paraded one of my women in front of him, and I’ve seen the faint shadow of letters scribbled across the forehead of the few women he has brought home the last couple of years.
Slut. He thinks I didn’t notice—that he’s discreet—but I’ve inherited his acute observation.
And I know exactly how he feels when holding back with Jenna drives him mad.
So to reciprocate the favor, I’ll make sure he, too, gets what he needs tonight.
He won’t be able to hold back when he sees Jenna like this.
I detach her hands from the collar, not wanting her to fall on her way down the stairs, but leave the padlock hanging on the collar with the key in it, knowing Dad might need it.
“Please, please, please, get this thing off,” she begs, scratching at the straps.
Ignoring her desperate pleas, I grab her by the arm and lead her toward the door.
“I can’t go downstairs like this,” she keeps pleading.
Stopping by the door, I study her for a moment, wondering if this will push her too far.
But then I remember Dad’s eerie ability to manipulate.
No, he’ll take her just where she needs to be, even unable to hold back when he sees her like this.
So I grab Jenna by the arm and steer her out of the room.
I never did care much about gifts and favors, but giving Dad this gift is something else, and I’m buzzing with excitement as I find him waiting for her downstairs.
No matter how much his protectiveness presses to make him hold back, there’s no way he’ll be able to resist this. I just know it.