15. Chapter 15 – Tamen
Chapter 15 – Tamen
H eaven; A resting place a man like me would never reach because of the things I’d done during my life.
And what I was doing at that very moment was solidifying my one-way ticket to hell.
But fuck if it didn’t feel like Heaven for the time being.
Sloane’s nails dug into my lower abdomen as I bottomed out inside of her tight, wet pussy. She rocked her hips each time I got deep, rubbing her clit against my groin, silently begging me for more.
My pretty little Rainbow had no idea it was me fucking her. She thought some random millionaire from the event had bought her.
She thought some random man had paid for the pleasure of fucking her all night long.
Which I did.
And I would.
But she’d never know it was me. Part of me wanted to reveal myself to her, to tell her exactly who was inside of her at that very moment and keep her restrained while I finished fucking her. I wanted her to hate me. I wanted her anger and violence to burn like acid on a wound deep inside of me.
I needed the pain.
I craved the torment.
My suffering was a strange balm; only then did the suffocating darkness around me become quiet, a stark and heavy solitude. And Sloane, my pretty little Rainbow, made me suffer.
Every single second in her presence, without feeling her touch on my skin, tormented me.
Every single barbed word and angry glare she threw at me tortured my desire to own her.
Tonight was a lapse in that suffering, though in a way it solidified the permeance of it in my future.
Because the moment my paid for time with her was over, she’d never let me touch her again. And I’d suffer in her presence, like a dying man staring at a cure, just out of reach.
Maybe then I’d feel sane.
Maybe with her hate toward me fixated and solid, I’d feel normal .
“Harder.” Her muffled plea cut through my darkness and brought me back to the heavenly sensation of her body. “Please.”
I slammed in deep, rocking her in her unmoving bindings. Her body rippled and swayed from the punishing thrusts, but she arched into them, taking everything I gave her. God, she was bloody perfect.
Perfect for me, yet I’d never claim her as mine.
Leaning over her restrained body, I palmed both of her perfect tits as I rolled my hips, rubbing her clit with me buried in deep. Her free hand slid up my arm to my neck and her dainty fingers wrapped around my throat, tightening as I kept the same rolling motion with my hips.
No woman had ever dared to touch my neck in such a powerful move before, but I was regretful that I couldn’t stare into Sloane’s fiery gold eyes as she did it now. Hell, it threw me off, but I pressed my throat into her palm more. Her spine arched and then her scream echoed through the box as she orgasmed, tightening around my dick until I saw stars.
I wanted to come; I wanted to feel that euphoria she promised me with her seduction and obedience, but I wanted more before I gave in.
I needed more of her.
I pulled the other buckle of her wrist cuff free and gave her mobility of both her hands as I pulled my dick free from her body and fell to my knees. I licked her from ass to clit and then sucked it deep into my mouth, drawing another scream from her lips as both of her hands buried themselves in my hair, pulling and yanking at it as I feasted on her.
One second, she’d pull me in tighter, and the next she’d try to rip me away like she couldn’t understand what she wanted more.
Join the bloody club, Rainbow.
I licked her, playing with her body until she came twice more before her pleas and demands for my cock became too loud to ignore any longer.
What I wouldn’t give for her to know exactly who she was begging for.
Burying my dick back inside of her body, we both moaned at how fucking good it felt, and I resumed the same punishing thrusts she begged for. With her claws free, she marked me up and down my arms, neck, and chest. If she could reach it, she dug in and I welcomed it, leaning into her touch knowing I’d come away bloody.
The burning of her brands built that euphoria in my brain, reminding me of my self-harm days and the rush that came from each mark left in my skin. It had been years since the last time I gave into the urge to cut, but as she dug into me, I tipped my head back and basked in the familiar old relief.
“That’s it.” I groaned, picking up my speed and closing my eyes as the pleasure and pain mixed, leaving me unable to hold off anymore.
The familiar feel of her tightening body and primal cry echoed as she orgasmed again, and I lost control of my restraint. I pulled out of her, ripping the condom off, and stroked my cock as I exploded all over her stomach and chest, coating her skin with my release.
Her chest heaved as I stared down at her body, wearing the outfit I bought her, coated with my brand on her skin and it was nearly enough to harden me up again for round two. Technically, I paid for her all evening, no one else would touch what I had bought. And I knew once with her would never be enough, but I couldn’t take her again the way I just had.
Stumbling backward, I pulled my pants up and fastened them as she let her arms fall to her sides in exhaustion.
“Rub it in.” I demanded, but she didn’t move. “Now.”
Lifting her hands, she gently rubbed my come into her skin, covering her lush tits with it like she knew that was where I wanted it most.
“Good girl.” I praised, disguising my voice in that repulsing American accent I had perfected as a child when all I wanted was to be just like my older brother, who was always the favorite. “Thank you for tonight.”
I had to leave, or I’d do something stupid like reveal myself to her so I could see her eyes when I fucked her again.
That wouldn’t bode well for either of us.
“That’s it?” She questioned, instantly reaching up to the box that held her captive on the bench still. “Wait.”
“Good evening.” I replied, picking up my shirt to leave as I heard my mistake as clear as day.
My accent, rang true through the silence of the room.
“You—” she gasped, “Wait!” Her hands moved to the latches on the box, fumbling with them as I walked away from her, intent on leaving her before she had proof of what she was sure she knew.
I crossed the large room and made it to the door as I heard the heavy weight of the privacy contraption hit the side of the bench as she freed herself.
Someday, I’d look back and kick myself for doing it. Someday, probably very soon, I’d regret giving in and giving myself up but as I crossed the threshold to the private hallway exiting the suite, I glanced over my shoulder and found her liquid lava eyes locked on me as I rounded the frame, losing sight of her completely.
“You fucking bastard!” Her scream of outrage rang down the deserted hallway as I shoved my arms through my shirt sleeves.
Oh Rainbow, you have no idea.