Chapter Twenty-One #2
I’d planned on tossing it away, but...an idea bloomed.
I couldn’t fight it.
Didn’t want to fight it.
She’d ridden my fingers for her own enjoyment—pretending I was someone else, somewhere else. She’d used me to escape.
Therefore, I’d use her back.
I’d ride her like she’d ridden me—as impersonally and as callously as possible so we both harboured no illusions that this meant more.
Fisting both ends of the leather leash, I reached over her head. Raising my voice, I ordered, “Bite down. I need reins if I intend to ride you.”
She stiffened.
A few chuckles.
A couple of claps.
With a quick inhale, Ily opened her pretty lips and let me insert the leather leash between her teeth. “Bite.”
She bit.
“Don’t let go. If you stop biting while I fuck you, I’ll...”
Christ, what?
Hit her?
Spank her?
Both those punishments would send me into a tailspin.
Before the men could offer sick suggestions, I chuckled. “I’ll let one of the others have a ride too.”
“Spit the reins out, sweetie!” a man predictably shouted. “I want a ride!”
Ily clamped her teeth deeper into the leather.
She would never let go.
And that filled me with sinful pride.
She might curse our bargain and wish me dead, but in this, she only wanted me. Just me. It made me a selfish, selfish man because being her first and only choice in this castle full of sadists, I could pretend, just for a moment, that I wasn’t as alone as I felt.
Brushing my nose along her throat, I whispered, “I’m going to tip you forward and raise your hips. Put your cheek on the floor and just...close your eyes. Think of someone else. Think of someone you want. Just...keep pretending with me, and we’ll get through this together.”
Together.
That word again.
It’d lacerated me in the library, and now it burned like a painful coal in my long-lonely heart.
Drawing up, I tipped her forward and took her weight as she rested her cheek down. With her hands bound behind her back, she had no way to push up and run. No way to fight me off. No power of any kind.
The beast inside me perked up. Twitched. Salivated.
Placing the ‘reins’ on her back, I dropped from my haunches to my knees and flipped up the short skirt of her nightdress and...fuck me.
A ripple of savage, savage lust roared.
Pink.
Wet.
Mine.
All mine.
My mouth watered.
I wanted a taste.
To bite, lick, and consume.
But that would well and truly swerve into forbidden territory. I’d forbidden myself from kissing her again. I would never taste a single piece of her that wasn’t meant for me.
I was merely borrowing her. Renting her willingness to pretend.
That sparked my rage again.
I was a fucking seesaw, tipping from sane to insane.
Rearing up, I unbuttoned and unzipped. Reaching into the dark warmth of my boxers, I fisted my hardness and pulled it out.
Ily closed her eyes, blocking out the bright light and the shadows of monsters watching us.
I wanted to whisper to her. Console her. But I had nothing to say.
The sooner I’d taken her, the sooner she could wash me away.
Get it over with.
Now.
Clamping one hand on her hip, I pulled her back, lining her up with the crown of my cock. The tip of my erection glistened with pre-cum, shiny and red.
Fisting my base, I squeezed.
Merde.
The telltale ripple of pleasure shot down my spine and into my balls. A couple of strokes and I would blow.
Quick.
It would definitely be quick.
A mercy then.
I’d fuck her fast, and tomorrow, once Q arrived and this was all over, I would never see her again.
Something viciously painful twisted in my chest.
Fuck her.
Before someone else shoves you aside and does it for you.
Dropping my eyes to her wet folds, I swayed forward on my knees. Pushing my cock against that secret, dark hole that promised such nirvana, I lost my ever-loving mind.
Her forehead furrowed as my crown breached her.
Her hands balled in their belt-confinement, wedged against her lower back.
Two twitches. The only signs of her discomfort, but they were goddamn kryptonite. Knowing she fought her tendency to refuse me. Knowing she might allow me to enter her but was still unwilling.
Jesus Christ, it was almost worse than her outwardly fighting me.
Breathing hard, I unwound my fingers from my base. Gathering up the reins in one hand and clamping her hip with the other, I tugged her back as if she were a mare needing to be halted.
She trembled as I widened my stance behind her.
I couldn’t whisper. Couldn’t warn. All I could do was be there with her. To feed her my body while I took hers, connecting us in a feral, unspeakable way.
“Ride her then!” someone yelled.
“Do it!” A man chuckled. “Don’t have all night.”
A single teardrop slipped free from Ily’s squeezed eyes. It shimmered in the corner, blocked by her nose.
Her silent struggles set my blood on fire.
Her sad sorrow poured fuel onto the flames.
Rearing up, I notched a little deeper.
She sucked in a shaky breath.
Her wetness smeared and welcomed.
And that was all I could stand.
Digging my fingernails into her flesh, I added pressure to the leash in her mouth, and then I...
thrust.
Hard. True. Exquisitely deep.
Goddammit.
She cried out as I mounted her.
She moaned as I speared all the way.
Her pussy rippled around my cock.
I lost all reason.
The tip of me hit the top of her, our heartbeats snapped into sync, and...
it
was
over.
I didn’t try to hold myself back.
I didn’t try to last.
I fisted the reins, cut all my restraints, and rode her like a motherfucking bastard.
Hard, fast, unforgiving.
Thrusting, taking, rutting.
Grunts echoed from my chest.
Fireworks gathered in my belly.
I raced toward the finish line with no thought for her pleasure.
This wasn’t sex.
This wasn’t lust.
This was survival.
My climax percolated in my lower belly, siphoned up my cock, and threatened to spill. The sharpness of desire didn’t just burn me alive; it cindered everything I was into ash.
My chin fell forward.
Heat gathered in my shaft.
Ily moaned around her gag but didn’t stop biting down.
My pace increased until my hips pistoned like a demented creature, driving every inch inside a girl who didn’t want me.
I’d thought I wanted that. Thought I’d craved that. Thought I’d never be able to get off without the intoxicating ownership of utter ruling.
But with Ily bound and subservient, taking my cock without a single complaint, I didn’t know what I fucking wanted anymore.
Pain, yes.
Authority, definitely.
But not this.
Not this...sadness.
Not this broken kind of surrender.
Fight me.
The plea echoed in my soul.
Go to war with me...
Squeezing my eyes closed, I threw myself headfirst into my release before it could fade beneath choking desires.
I rode her and rode her, pumping quick and fast as my entire body reached its breaking point.
I bulldozed through my orgasm.
I came apart as I ruptured inside her.
I roared on the first spurt. Choked on the second. My spine rolled as I kept coming, forcing all of me inside her as I poured hot, thick fluid into her for the second time.
And she didn’t make a sound.
Not a single peep.
She checked out, went cold, refused to open her eyes.
And I motherfucking hated it.
I wanted her alive.
I wanted her sparring and scrappy and angry.
I wanted her fury to spark my fury.
I wanted more.
Yet all I received was a silent receptacle for my cum, and the moment I finished, I withdrew, shoved my wet cock back into my pants, then bent down and snatched her from the stage. The reins fell from her teeth as she gasped in surprise.
Disgust prickled on the back of my neck.
Shame dripped like icy slush on my shoulders.
Her grunt as I flopped her naked body over my shoulder punched me in the gut. With her hands still bound and her legs dangling down my front, I cursed that Victor’s guests would have a bird’s-eye view of her bare ass and the wetness smeared between her legs.
Wetness from me and her.
A combined mess that I had every intention of dealing with the moment I had her safely in my room.
Bowing stiffly, I gave our audience a final farewell. “I hope you enjoyed the show. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to find a dungeon.”
Men laughed. “Follow the darkness. You can’t miss it.”
“Hopefully, we’ll hear her screams from here!”
“I’ll do my best.” Grinning, I slapped her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint. “Goodnight, gentlemen.” Finding Victor in the crowd, I squinted against the bright spotlight. “That enough for you?”
Bastard.
“For now.” He stood and arched his chin. “I hope to see evidence of your breaking in the morning, Henri. Feel free to rough her up a bit. Her skin is a little too perfect for my taste.”
“Be my pleasure.” Turning my face, I sank my teeth into her hip.
She yelped.
Another chorus of sick laughter.
I had no idea how I’d mark her without hurting her, but that was a problem for later. Slapping her ass again, I winked, jumped off the stage, then carted my naked jewel through the gazebo, out into the night-shrouded gardens, and deep into the heart of Victor’s fake fortress.
I didn’t stop until I’d stalked up the stairs, entered my chamber, and almost collapsed to my knees the moment the door slammed closed behind me.