Chapter 26
26
ROWAN
I knew how far I could push her and how much she could take. It was the reason I wasn’t going to go easy on her. Charlotte knew, too, how much she could handle, because she’d handled much worse in captivity.
She turned her head to the side, and I paused, watching her eyes thoughtfully to make sure she was okay. Though I saw her pleading gaze, I also saw that deep down, she needed me to keep going. She didn’t want me to give her a choice; so I didn't plan to.
I pinched her nose until she gasped for air and shoved myself back in, releasing a groan as her wet throat sucked me in every time she gasped for air, until I released down her throat with a grunt.
“Swallow it,” I demanded.
I retreated, giving her some time but only long enough to prepare for the next event and I was dreading it. I loosened the ropes securing her to the bed and carried her trembling body to the living room. I set her on the couch and brought a bottle of water for her to drink; she guzzled it, gasping for breath. I knew she didn’t want to see me until I did it, but I couldn't help wanting to kiss all over her and praise her for how amazing she had been. My only hope was that this would truly help her.? As she finished, I tossed the empty bottle aside and positioned her how I wanted her on the couch, with her legs spread wide, working the rope around her thighs bringing the loops through each other, carefully forming the knot before I stepped back to admire my work.
The sight of her spread out before me, her begging eyes watching me, threatened to send me over the edge. I wanted to drop the charade and make sweet love to her, and tell her that all was right with the world; but I couldn’t. I was only doing as she asked me to do, and I had to stay strong and get this done.
I returned with the fuck machine and began setting it up. Charlotte watched me curiously, and when it was ready, I stood back and waited for her reaction now that she could see it better. She looked pleased at the sight of it. I lined it up with her asshole and cunt, turning the machine on. As it fucked into her, slowly at first, I adjusted the volume and listened to her moans of pleasure. I groaned watching her squirm and whimper, powerless, with nowhere to run as she was brought to orgasm.
I wanted to do this quickly and get it over with, and the sound of the fire crackling in the fireplace only added to my anxiety as I approached with tunnel vision. Pulling the red hot iron out of the coals, lifted my mask and let it rest at the top of my head. I could see the fear in her eyes as I brought it to her, and her breath hitched in her throat as she fought against the ropes. Maybe she was having second thoughts. The sight of her reaction made me choke up, and I nearly lost my resolve.
“Keep screaming, and hold still,” I ordered calmly.
I held her gaze as I pressed the tip against the old scar tissue of the mark made by Lacey. She flinched and screamed, clenching her teeth and waiting out the burn. She was amazing, stronger than I was when I received mine. Her screaming turned into moans, and Charlotte threw her head back in the way she did when she was having an orgasm.
I cocked an eyebrow. Okay, this is hot, coming from her. I thought, watching as a tear escaped her eye and walked a trail down her cheek. I removed it and surveyed my work. The new mark perfectly hid the old one; Charlotte would no longer look at it and remember what those monsters did to her.
“Have you had enough?” I asked in triumph.
Charlotte shook her head no.
“More, please,” she panted.
“Christ,” I chuckled.
The whole experience wasn’t turning out as bad as I thought it would. Lottie was coping well. I leaned over her and licked the fresh tears off her cheek, ripping the mask off my head completely, causing it to slide across the floor.
“Can I make love to you now?” I asked softly rubbing her thigh, taking note not to touch the wound that I’d just inflicted. Even if she wanted me to do it, and it was hot to watch her use the pain and pleasure to release, it would never sit right deep inside me, it was over; and I was thankful.
She looked at me and a slight smile graced her features. I knew it was a real smile because she had those crinkles at the sides of her eyes that were always prominent, a smile I hadn't seen in so long.
She nodded. “I don’t know how many more I can give you tonight, Rowan, but I want to feel you pressed against my walls.”
Freeing her from the restraints, I kneeled down taking my place between her legs.
“Just lay back and relax, Princess, it’s okay if you don’t come, focus on me and let me take care of you.”
I spread her legs wider and inserted two fingers inside her, dipping my head down and allowing?my tongue to circle her clit. I was gentle and slow with my movements and her fingers laced in my hair pulling me closer.
When she came, it was glorious.
“Rowan!” she cried, bucking her hips frantically as her juices soaked my hands and the floor beneath my feet. I missed her saying my name.
I didn’t let her recover. Instead, I rubbed my fingers inside her making sure to curl them upward as I brought them out and back in, reveling in her juices each time she came and squirted all over the place.
“You were such a good girl tonight, Lottie, fucking amazing, and somehow, your cunt is still dripping; all for me,” I groaned, removing my fingers from her.
I rose from between her legs and my hand wrapped around my dick, stroking slowly. “Turn around and bend over the couch. I have shown you Hell, now, let me show you a little bit of Heaven.”
She got in position, bending over, and showing her supple round ass, her swollen core already inviting me to take her. I stepped up behind her and bent down, bringing my lips to her back leaving a trail of kisses. She shuddered at my touch and I reached around grabbing both tits, rolling her nipples between my fingers. The most beautiful squeak left her lips and her hand moved to her clit, but I gently grabbed it.
“What did I say?” I whispered in her ear.
My right hand left her breast, trailed down her abdomen, and rested just below her navel.
“I’m the only one who can touch you like this. Only I can make you feel like this.” I growled.
She moaned softly as I nibbled on her ear before pushing into her.
“Say it, Charlotte,” I commanded.
The first few thrusts were slow, I wanted to make sure she could take it before I went any further, but her cunt was like a vise, pulling me in. With one hand on her hip, I moved the other to her hair, intertwining it in my fingers and drove into her hard.
Her back arched against me, her sweaty body molding into mine perfectly as she screamed out. “Only you can touch me like this! Oh God Rowan, please!”
Her body was hot and tight, and I knew I wouldn't last much longer. “Go ahead Lottie, confess. Confess to me how much you like to be tied up and used.”
Pulling her taught against my chest and picking up speed as my cock slicked with her juices I said, “One of these days, Lottie, I will fuck another baby into you.”
Thrusting in and out, I found my eyes unable to leave for form, her mouth gaped open taking every inch I drove into her. She's so beautiful, brave, and strong.
She’s mine and I'll remind her of that every time I claim this naughty woman arched against me. “Even if I have to tie you down and inseminate you myself.”
“Rowan I’m—,” She cried out. I flattened my hand on the middle of her back and fucked into her nice and slow letting the orgasm drive the jerks of her body as she clenched tightly around me and I followed her, filling her with my seed.
I carried her to the bathroom, where a warm bath was already waiting for her, bubbles in her favorite scent; vanilla and lavender. I supported her shaking body, washing every inch of her, and then I tilted a bottle of water against her lips and watched as she drank it down.
Holding her close, I kissed her on the top of her head.
“I’m sorry I made you do that,” she sniffed, and I brought her close to my chest and placed a kiss on her cheek. “ I shouldn’t have put you through that pain.”
She groaned in pain when I slowly stroked the fresh wound. “Now, when you look at it, you will remember how you came out of this. I’m not sorry,” I whispered into her hair.
“I love you,” she whispered into my chest.
“And if you ever question that, it means I’m not doing my job, Princess.”