Chapter 13
DOVE
At first, between his weight on my body, the fierce, slightly unhinged look in his eyes, and the fact that he's stroking his cock barely six inches from my face, I’m frozen in place.
Then my fight or flight instinct kicks in, and I bring my arms up to try to shove him off me.
That’s when I realize my dream wasn’t entirely made up. When I try to move, I discover that my arms are tied above my head to the headboard. My legs are similarly bound, each ankle pulled toward one of the lower corners of the bed, leaving my legs spread.
I try to thrust my torso up to dislodge him.
…It goes about as well as you’d imagine.
I might be in fantastic physical shape, like all dancers, but Bane is a wall of solid muscle.
Even in the dim glow of a garden light coming from outside, I can see the rippling, veined muscles of his forearms, see his biceps straining at the sleeves of his black t-shirt stretched tight across his chest.
I can feel his thighs spread either side of my ribs, utterly pinning me down and making me feel the full extent of his power over me.
A sinister feeling ignites the air around me as Bane's eyes pierce into mine. He languidly fists his hard, throbbing cock, bulging from his unzipped black jeans.
“Get the fuck—!”
My words muffle as his hand leaves his cock and clamps over my mouth. His gaze holds mine unflinchingly as he slowly shakes his head.
“Uh-uh-uh, little bird,” he whispers in a deep, rumbling tone. “Let’s not wake your houseguest.”
Evie.
My head wrenches to the side, looking at the railing of the loft area that looks down over the room below, where Evelina is fast asleep on the couch.
“EVIE!” I scream.
But all that comes out through the heavy palm covering my mouth is a very muffled EEE-eee!
“I said let's not wake—”
I scream her name through his palm again.
But then suddenly he reaches behind him with his other hand, and I blurt a choked cry into it when his palm roughly smacks the inside of my thigh, way up high.
His hand lingers there, his fingers lightly stroking the heat blooming on my skin as his eyes lock with mine, past the heavy weight of his cock bobbing above my face.
“I dislike having to repeat myself, little bird,” he murmurs quietly.
“FUCK YOU!”
It comes out more like a muffled “phhhcckkkoooo!”
Bane doesn’t make a sound, doesn’t utter a word. For a second, he doesn’t even move. I tremble, my stomach twisting as his dark eyes lance into me.
I’ve felt his malevolence before. His disdain. His anger. But for the first time, I’m realizing quite suddenly—abruptly, jarringly—the full depth of his fury toward me for what I did.
I’ve seriously underestimated the monster I’m going to be marrying.
Without warning, his icy stillness cracks and shatters. He reaches back again, grabbing the crotch of my sleep shorts. I jolt, stunned, when he yanks them down to mid-thigh before reaching for my panties.
I scream into his palm as he grabs the waist of them and yanks up so hard it lifts my butt from the bed, bringing my hips up against his weight. Then the lacy fabric rips.
Bane abruptly drags my ruined, tattered underwear down my legs, pushing them and the shorts past my knees. He roughly grabs a thigh and forces my legs apart, at least as far as he can with the binds on my ankles and the clothing tangled at my knees.
And then, without warning, he does something I never in a million years imagined would ever happen to me.
He slaps my fucking pussy.
I scream into his hand, my body twisting and igniting as scorching hot pain explodes between my legs.
But then there's a second feeling that immediately follows the blinding pain, twisting and snarling inside me.
…Arousal.
Hunger. An unhinged madness that uncoils and slithers through my core.
No.
Even as my body rebels at the thought—even as I twist and writhe as the stinging heat of his smack against my most sensitive area burns through me— another sensation creeps in.
Needy.
Achy.
My walls clench tight, and to my horror, I feel throbbing heat deep in my core.
I’m broken.
Because even as the sting of his smack radiates through my body, I’m fucking wet. Mortifyingly so.
I swallow against his palm, my eyes wide with shock. I stare up at him in a mix of shame and horror, my gaze clashing with the black fire in his eyes.
Dark venom swirls through my core. Bane brings his hand back from between my legs, and my pulse skips when he wraps it around his cock again. He moves his other hand away from my mouth to stroke two fingers across my lips.
“Now,” he murmurs darkly. “My guess is, you actually don’t want Evie to wake up and find you, well, like this.” He grins maliciously. “I think this is what they call a compromising position.”
Before I can even dare mouth off again, he slips two fingers between my lips and sinks them deep, gliding them over my tongue as his eyes lock with mine.
“No, we don’t want to wake her,” he growls. “And, well…” He grins malevolently at me, his smile glinting in the low light. “I guess I just don’t trust you not to make a sound, little bird.”
His fingers start to stroke rhythmically in and out over my tongue. My body stiffens, as if to rebel. But there’s a needy, demanding throb pulsing inside me, too—a traitorous, horrifying heat still tingling and pooling in my pussy even as it stings from his smack.
“So let's give this mouth something else to do instead of waking your friend.”
He drags his fingers slowly out of my mouth, smearing the slick pads of them over my lower lip, prying it open. I swallow heavily as I watch his other hand stroke his enormous erection. A glistening drop beads at the swollen head before slowly trickling down the underside.
“Now, what was the expression you used? Ah, yes…” His eyes glint as a cold smile creeps over his jaw. “Shrimp dick.”
Bane pushes just the swollen head of his cock into my mouth, and monstrous need flickers to life inside me. He strokes himself, lifting his dick and letting it slap heavily against my lips.
The aching need inside me grows.
Bane slowly jerks his cock, rubbing the head over my lips and tapping it against them again.
“I think the usual saying involves putting a foot in your mouth, but let’s see how you do with this instead.”
His fingers slide into my mouth, pushing down on my tongue as he forces my jaw wide. He rolls his hips, pushing his huge dick over my lips and into my mouth as he slides his fingers out.
A broken, needy sound rumbles through the air, and I realize with a start that it came from me.
Bane groans, his eyes glinting.
“Fuck, your mouth feels so good whimpering around my cock, baby.”
I glare at him and let my teeth graze down across his dick, like a warning.
Bane just chuckles.
“Go ahead, little bird,” he murmurs. “We’ve got more in common than you think.” I whimper again as he pushes another inch of his cock into my mouth, utterly heedless of the scrape of my teeth. “We both know how you like a touch of darkness to your fantasy. Lucky for you…”
I shiver, my body tensing as he wraps his hand around my throat and sinks another inch of his cock over my tongue.
“So do I.”
I gag a little as he forces his thick cock into the back of my throat. He holds it there, his eyes locked on mine as they go wide.
I want to say I hate this, and him for doing it.
But that needy, monstrous thing inside me roars, aching for more.
More.
More.
Like the toxic need for the poison I used to push into my veins, the line between pleasure and self-harm blurring until it’s just one messy, surging, aching craving, dark and twisted.
Bane groans quietly as he slides his cock out of my mouth only to ram it right back in again.
I choke and sputter, my body shuddering under his.
But the demanding heat that pools between my thighs, and the way my core twists and throbs and wants, doesn’t allow me to lie to myself about hating this, or hating him for doing it.
I try to remind myself how unfair this is. He’s peeked inside my fucked-up head. He knows what demented shit turns me on, and he’s weaponized it.
But I still find myself moaning and humming around his fat cock as he grunts and roughly drives it into the back of my throat. His fingers splay around my neck, tightening just enough to send that illicit, violent need for more exploding through my twisted brain.
My whimpers grow louder around his thrusting cock.
Bane groans, his jaw tight and his eyes locked on mine as he slowly shakes his head.
“Uh-uh, little bird,” he hisses through clenched teeth.
“Wouldn’t want to wake little Evie of all people and have her see what a needy, slutty like fuck toy you are. ”
Jesus.
Pure, raw desire thunders through my body.
I squirm under him, desperate for friction anywhere.
Bane’s hand slides from my throat, like the need is written in neon across my face.
He rips my tank top down, letting my breasts spill free.
A finger and thumb find my nipple, pinching and twisting it mercilessly as I cry out and moan around his cock.
He brutalizes the other nipple, bringing another choked whimper to my throat as he fucks my mouth.
“Mmmm, fuck, baby,” he groans. “This mouth of yours was made for sucking my cock. Such a good girl…”
I moan loudly, the sound broken and desperate.
Bane groans, grabbing a fistful of my hair as he starts to ram harder into my mouth. His other hand slides back behind him, and I shudder when he cups my still-stinging pussy.
“See?” he growls, groaning as he buries his cock in my throat. “It’s not vanilla that makes this pussy a drippy, needy mess when I use this slutty little mouth as my personal fuck-hole.”
He strokes a thick finger up and down my slick folds, and suddenly pinches my swollen clit. I cry out, gagging around his cock as a wave of pleasure slams into me.
“It’s pain,” he growls. “That’s what gets you off, baby. Danger, the loss of control, and pain.”
He pinches my clit again, wrenching a strangled moan from my throat. He suddenly rams two fingers into me, making me moan and gag around his cock again as my body spasms, my hips arching against his body.
Bane groans deeply. His eyes, full of black, vicious violence and domination, never leave mine as he grips my hair even tighter, thrusting his swollen cock into my mouth as he pumps his thick fingers in and out of my soaking wet pussy.
Spit drips from the corners of my mouth, trickling down my cheeks and my chin as Bane starts to straight up fuck my mouth. He grunts, dragging his fingers from my hair and wrapping his hand around his cock as he slides it out of my mouth with a wet pop.
I gasp, sucking in air and whimpering pathetically when he taps his cock against my lips. He growls as he starts to rub his heavy, thick dick all over my face, smearing spit and precum over my cheeks as he roughly fingers my drenched pussy.
And what’s truly fucked up? It doesn’t feel demeaning, or degrading.
Because I fucking crave this kind of sex.
The loss of control.
Pain.
Humiliation.
To be dominated, taken, and fucked without mercy.
So when he stokes his cock over my face, and slaps it against my mouth, and tells me what a good girl I’m being, I don’t hate it.
I come alive.
The lewd, squelching sounds of his fingers ramming into my wet pussy fill the loft space, along with the equally sloppy sounds of his cock roughly fucking my mouth.
Spit and precum is dripping freely down my chin and neck now, my body coiling and clenching and wanting as he fingers me harder and faster.
The vicious, snarling thing inside me coils tighter and tighter; snaking and winding around me until the air is squeezed from my lungs. His thumb rolls my clit again and again as his fingers curl deep, his cock ramming the back of my throat as my gags and moans blend.
Pleasure careens through me. Every muscle tightens, every nerve catches fire. My arms and legs strain against my bonds as my vision blurs at the edges.
Pressure swells, and swells, and fucking swells inside me. And then suddenly, it hits me like the wrath of an angry god splitting the heavens and cracking open the Earth.
Suddenly, for the second time ever that I can remember, I’m fucking coming.
I scream around Bane’s cock, my entire body spasming and twisting and wrenching violently.
My arms and ankles strain tight against the binds keeping them in place, my body arching off the bed against his muscled thighs.
The wave crashes over me over and over again, and I’m lost in the damning sensation as growls and roughly fucks his swollen, bulging cock into my throat.
He’s still fucking me with his fingers, and I’m still orgasming when he groans and tugs his thick, glistening cock from my mouth. He smears the head against my lips as he strokes once, twice, three times—
“Eyes on me, baby,” he growls. “Eyes on me while I paint this pretty face.”
Oh fuck.
The first thick, hot spurt of his cum erupts from his head, all over the bridge of my nose. His fingers plunge into me, dragging and yanking another wave of explosive pleasure from between my legs as a second thick rope of white cum lands on my cheek.
More cum splatters my mouth, my chin, my other cheek, my hair, my neck…
I moan like a depraved, needy whore when he grunts and shoves his cock back into my mouth.
I’m mewling and whimpering eagerly, not even sure who I am right now as my tongue swirls over his thick head, greedily cleaning the cum from his cock as he strokes his fingers in and out of my hyper-sensitive pussy.
Bane slowly eases his cock from my mouth with a wet plop. His fierce, gorgeous dark eyes stay locked on mine as he uses the head of his cock to push his cum over my skin.
…Toward my mouth.
I let him. I want him to.
Eyes on me, baby.
My gaze stays locked with his, wild, unhinged ferocity churning between us as he scoops his cum from my face with his cock and feeds it to me.
He undoes the knots around my ankles, then my wrists, right before smearing his sticky, glistening cock over my mouth again.
“Good girl,” he murmurs. “You look so fucking pretty with my cum all over your mouth.”