Chapter 16 Landon
LANDON
God, she’s so fucking beautiful. So sweet. I can’t stop devouring her, which is new for me. My tongue works relentlessly against her swollen flesh. The taste of her release coats my mouth, but it’s not enough. I need more. Need to feel her shatter again.
My fingers dig deeper into her trembling thighs, spreading her wider as I circle her clit with my tongue. Her body jerks against the restraints, oversensitive from the previous orgasms, but I don’t care. I want another. Need to draw one more surrender from her.
“Give me one more, little butterfly,” I murmur against her slick, heated skin. “Let me taste you again.”
I’ve never been this desperate before. With others, the Hunt was always calculated—a game of psychological warfare where I’d break them down methodically, watching them weep as I dismantled their defenses piece by piece. The physical pleasure was simply a tool to enforce their submission.
But Sadie—fuck, Sadie is different.
Her mind fascinates me, yes, but her body calls to the fundamental man within. I don’t just want to break her. I want to consume her, mark her, claim every inch of her until she can’t remember a time before she was mine.
I flatten my tongue against her, savoring her whimper as her hips buck involuntarily. The neural restraints pulse around her wrists and ankles, feeding me data about her responses that I barely need. I can read her body perfectly now, know exactly when to ease back, when to press harder.
“Please,” she gasps.
It doesn’t matter what she’s begging for. I won’t stop until I’ve extracted every drop of pleasure her body can give. Until the line between her resistance and surrender is obliterated.
I suck her clit between my lips, flicking it rapidly with my tongue as I slip two fingers inside her. Her inner walls clench around me, telling me she’s close despite her protests. My cock throbs against my pants, demanding attention I refuse to give it yet.
This isn’t about my pleasure. It’s about breaking her defenses. Making her body betray her mind until she accepts what I’ve known from the beginning.
She’s mine. Has always been mine.
Her body trembles through another release, her cries echoing through the chamber.
The neural restraints flash data across the monitor—pulse racing, endorphin levels spiking, adrenaline surging.
I don’t need the readings to know I’ve pushed her past her limits.
Her pleasure is written across her flushed face, her gasping breaths, and the trembling of her thighs against my palms.
I rise slowly, wiping her essence from my mouth with the back of my hand. The pressure in my cock is unbearable, straining painfully against my zipper. I’ve denied myself relief while focusing solely on her, but now—
“I can’t wait anymore,” I murmur, reaching for my belt.
The sound of metal against leather makes her eyes snap open. She freezes, pupils dilating with fear as I unzip my pants and free my aching cock.
“Shh, little butterfly,” I soothe, noting how her breathing quickens. “I’m not going to fuck you. Not yet.” I lean closer, my voice dropping to a whisper. “That’s for later.”
Her eyes widen as she takes in my size, her gaze fixed on my hand working up and down my length.
“You’re—” she swallows hard, shaking her head slightly. “You’re too fucking big. That won’t... I can’t...”
A dark chuckle escapes me. I love the fear in her voice, the way it mingles with reluctant arousal. Her body’s betrayal of her mind is the sweetest victory.
“You will,” I promise, my thumb circling the sensitive head. “I’ll make sure of it. I’ll prepare you so thoroughly that you’ll be begging for it when the time comes.”
I stroke myself a few more times, watching her eyes follow every movement of my hand. The fear in her gaze only heightens my arousal, making my cock throb painfully. Pre-cum beads heavily at the tip, and an idea forms in my mind.
“You’re already so wet for me, little butterfly,” I murmur, stepping closer to the chair. “But I want to make you wetter. Want to mark you as mine.”
I position myself between her spread thighs, my cock jutting proudly from my open pants. Slowly, deliberately, I lower my hips until the swollen head brushes against her slick folds. The contact sends electricity shooting up my spine, and I have to clench my jaw to curb my urges.
“Fuck,” I hiss as I drag the sensitive head through her wet heat, coating it with her arousal while leaving trails of my pre-cum across her skin. “So soft. So fucking perfect.”
Each slow pass of my cock against her sensitive bundle of nerves makes her jerk in the restraints. Despite her earlier protests, her body responds beautifully, her hips lifting to increase the pressure.
“Stop,” she gasps, but the word lacks conviction as a moan escapes her lips.
I smile, continuing to tease her entrance without penetrating. “Your mouth says stop, but your body is begging for more. Look how wet you’re getting.”
I circle her clit with the head of my cock, watching as her eyes roll back. More pre-cum leaks from me, marking her intimately as I slide back and forth through her folds.
“I’m claiming you,” I declare, pressing just slightly against her entrance before dragging back up to her clit. “Marking you as mine. Can you feel it?”
A frustrated sob escapes her throat as I continue my relentless teasing.
“Do you remember what you just said, little butterfly?” I whisper, leaning close to her ear while maintaining the agonizing friction between us. “About me being too fucking big? That you couldn’t take me?”
Her only response is a strangled moan as I circle her entrance, applying enough pressure to stretch her slightly before pulling away.
“Not feeling so concerned about that anymore, are you?” I taunt. “Look at you now—practically gushing for me. I bet you’re aching to feel this thick cock stretching you out. Filling you completely.”
I slow my movements to an excruciating pace, watching her frustration build. Her teeth sink into her lower lip, trying to hold back the pleas I know are building inside her.
“Ask me,” I command. “Ask me to fuck you. I want to hear those perfect lips beg for what they were made for.”
She shakes her head, a final act of defiance even as her hips strain upward, chasing the contact as I pull back slightly.
“Such a perfect girl,” I praise, trailing my fingers up her inner thigh. “Fighting even when your body’s surrendering. That brilliant mind is still battling while your pussy begs me.”
I dip my head to place a gentle kiss on her neck, then whisper against her skin, “That’s why you’re perfect for me, Sadie.
No one else could handle the darkness in me.
.. because you have your own beautiful darkness inside you.
We’re both a little broken, a little twisted,” I murmur.
“That’s why we fit together so perfectly. Don’t you feel it?”
I remain crouched between her spread thighs, my cock sliding through her slick folds. The friction is exquisite—her wet heat against my throbbing length creating a pleasure so intense it borders on pain.
“You’re going to come for me again,” I tell her, my voice rough with need.
“Just like this, with my cock rubbing against that pretty little clit. No penetration. Just pressure and friction.” I increase the tempo, grinding the head against her swollen bundle of nerves.
At the same time, the underside of my dick teases her entrance.
“Look at you,” I growl. “So fucking needy, little butterfly.”
Pre-cum continues to leak from my tip, mixing with her arousal to create a slick mess. The thought of marking her more permanently makes my cock throb harder.
“I’m going to come all over this pretty pussy,” I promise. “Paint it with my seed. Mark what’s mine.”
Her eyes widen at my words, a mixture of shock and arousal crossing her features.
“Wouldn’t you like that?” I taunt, circling her clit with the sensitive head of my cock. “To feel my hot cum coating your pretty little cunt?”
“Landon,” she gasps finally, her resistance crumbling. “Please—I need you inside me.”
The desperation in her voice sends a surge of satisfaction through me. I’ve pushed her far enough that she’s begging for what she swore she’d never want.
“Please,” she repeats, her voice breaking. “I need to feel you. Please fuck me.”
I slow my movements, savoring her plea while denying her what she craves.
“No,” I say, shaking my head. “Not yet.”
Her face crumples with frustration and need as I press harder, determined to bring her to climax one more time before claiming my own release.
“Not yet, little butterfly.” My cock slides relentlessly through her slick folds. “Good things come to those who wait.”
Her frustrated whimper sends a surge of satisfaction through me. I’ve reduced this brilliant, analytical woman to begging for my cock. The power is intoxicating.
“It won’t be long,” I promise, increasing the pressure against her clit. “Soon you’ll have me deep inside you, stretching you open, filling you completely.”
My reins are slipping, the feel of her wet heat against my throbbing cock is almost more than I can bear. Pre-cum leaks steadily from my tip, mixing with her arousal to create the perfect lubrication as I slide against her.
“Soon you’ll feel my cum inside you,” I growl, my fingers digging into her thighs. “But first—”
I adjust my angle slightly, ensuring the sensitive underside of my cock drags directly across her swollen bundle of nerves with each thrust.
“First, you’re going to come again. Just from this. Just from feeling me against you.”
Her eyes lock with mine, pupils blown wide. The defiance I initially saw has transformed into desperation.
“And when you come,” I continue, “I’m going to come too. We’ll shatter together, little butterfly.”
I increase my pace, grinding against her with deliberate pressure. My own release builds at the base of my spine, threatening to overwhelm me. I fight it back, determined to feel her surrender one more time before I allow myself the same.
I watch her chest heave with each ragged breath. “Let go for me. Come with me.”
Her back arches as far as the restraints allow, her body trembling on the edge of release. I’m right there with her, my cock throbbing painfully as I chase our shared pleasure.
“Now, Sadie,” I command, pressing harder against her clit. “Come with me now.”
Her body shakes, back arching against the restraints as she finally shatters. The sound that tears from her throat—half sob, half scream is my ruin.
“Landon!”
My name. My fucking name on her lips as she comes undone. The sound of it destroys what little control I have left.
“Yes, perfect girl. Say it again,” I growl, my hand working furiously along my shaft as her climax continues to ripple through her body.
“Landon,” she gasps, her eyes locked on mine.
That does it. My release hits like a freight train, vision blurring as thick ropes of cum shoot from my cock, decorating her perfect pussy. Stream after stream coats her, some shooting higher to paint her lower abdomen in pearly white streaks.
“Fuck, look at you,” I pant, my cock still pulsing. “Marked. Claimed. Mine.”
I drag my still-hard length through our combined releases, using my cock to smear my cum across her sensitive folds. The sight of my seed glistening on her flesh is visceral—evidence of my ownership that satisfies the darkness within.
I watch her face as I continue this intimate marking. “My perfect little butterfly. Taking everything I give you so beautifully.”
Her eyes flutter, exhaustion and overstimulation evident in her expression as I continue rubbing my cum into her skin like a deranged artist.
“Do you feel it?” I whisper, leaning close to her ear while still dragging my cock through the mess between her thighs. “How perfectly we fit together? Your body was made for my pleasure. Your mind was created to challenge mine.”
I press a tender kiss to her throat, feeling her pulse race beneath my lips.
“I’ll break you apart and rebuild you,” I promise, my words carrying that edge of madness. “Make you perfect. More perfect. Mine in every way possible.”