Chapter 37 #2
Bracing myself on one hand, I lift my hips and use my other hand to slide my cock up and down against her pussy, smearing it in her juices.
She’s so wet I won’t even need lube. She feels so good that I almost lose control and break my own rule.
Needing just a small taste, I stick the tip of my cock inside, adjusting my position so I can pin her hips with my other hand.
Suddenly, her desperation shifts. The almost-hurt frown between her brows disappears, and her eyes fill with a pure plea for more. “Please…” She pants so hard she can barely get the words out. “Please, Ian. Please. I-I need more.”
I stay there for a moment, the head of my cock just inside her pussy.
Closing my eyes, I force myself to remain still even as her walls pulse around me, beckoning me deeper.
I start panting as well as desire ripples down my spine, crackling through my whole body.
With a feral growl, I deny myself the pleasure I badly want.
“You’re not getting anything inside that pussy until I say so.
” I lean down and shove my cock against her other opening, easily breaching it after Killian has prepared her.
A dark sense of connection rushes over me.
It’s warped and wrong on so many levels.
I know it. But I can’t heed it. “Tell me what he did,” I demand of Jenna.
“Did he flush out your bowels before he broke in your ass?” I usually don’t want to know the finer details of Killian’s sex life, but suddenly, I want to know every little thing he did to Jenna.
I want to know how owned she is—that she doesn’t just belong to me, but to Killian as well.
My son. The depravity of it all drives me mad with lust, and I go still inside her, afraid I’ll come prematurely if I move the slightest.
“Yes,” she says in an almost inaudible tone, but unlike her voice, her face reveals the answer with glaring clarity.
“Did he use a syringe? The big one?”
She swallows hard and nods, but her inner walls keep pulsing, desire jerking in her hips as I pin them to the bed.
“How many? One? Two?”
“Three,” she says.
The trepidation that draws her features tight makes me realize I must look as feral as I feel.
“Three?” I say with disbelief and awe. I start moving. Slowly. In and out. Dragging my hard length against her tight walls, soaking up her desperate moans as she tries to join the movement.
“Did it hurt? Did you feel so full you could barely breathe—could barely think a single thought?”
“Yes.”
I take in her floaty expression and the softness in her gaze as she gives in. It’s so damn beautiful, but I want something more. She’s too deep—forgetting the hook and that there are letters scribbled across her forehead.
I lean over her, grab the strap holding the hook, and pull it upward. The effect is instant.
“No,” Jenna wails and starts squirming desperately, the reminder working like a drug in her system.
“What’s most humiliating? The syringe in your ass or the hook in your nose? Or is it getting fucked in the ass by both father and son?”
“No,” she keeps pleading, whimpering and moaning as I start moving inside her ass. “No, Ian, please, no. Ian…” Her words thin into long, eager moans.
I lean over to grab the magic wand on the nightstand, already plugged in and ready.
She screams when I press it to her clit and turn it on. Bucking wildly. Thrashing against the overwhelming sensation. But I easily hold her in place, forcing her to take the vibrations and my cock. I pick up the pace, fucking her in earnest.
“Come for me, little toy,” I demand. “Come with my cock deep inside your ass.”
My words throw her over the edge, just in time. Unable to hold back anymore, I jerk with the force of my orgasm, releasing a growl that sounds more beast than human.
“Fuck,” I groan, spasming as her inner walls clamp onto my overly sensitive cock. “Fuck, Jenna, you have no idea what you’re doing to me.”
I put the wand aside and lean over her, grabbing the strap of the hook again and pulling. My nose twitches with a primal need to debase her. I’m a hungry, insatiable beast.
“You have no idea,” I repeat.
I think the message must finally have sunken in—that she understands how much I crave seeing her like this—because she just stares at me, eyes wide, vulnerable, and so damn open. There’s no holding back anymore. She lets me straight into the deepest parts of her.
“You want it too.” It’s not a question. It’s a statement; I can see my desire reflected deep inside her.
Her chest shakes, and she bites her lips together, but she doesn’t break from my stare for a single moment.
The honesty keeps shining in her eyes as a couple of tears spill free.
Then she nods. My beautiful, innocent, defiled Jenna.
She nods. Because she wants this dark depravity just as much as I do.
Relief rushes through me, a worry I barely noticed fading.
I knew Jenna was submissive, but I have been holding back with the humiliations, thinking it would be too much—thinking she couldn’t handle both Killian and me, or either.
But Jenna is so strong. In this moment, there’s not a flicker of doubt in my mind that she’ll be able to take every dark depravity we unleash upon her.