Chapter 16 #2
She seems to forget all her bashfulness and any fear she had of me earlier as she whirls to stare pure daggers at me.
“Fuck you—”
She gasps, shuddering as I surge into her. My hand jerks out, wrapping tightly around her throat and pinning her against the wall at her back as steam curls around us.
“Let’s get one thing straight,” I hiss. “You belong to me now. You’re mine. And nobody gets to hurt what’s mine. That very-fucking-much includes you.”
She stares at me, her eyes wide and her mouth open. Then her stare turns lethal as she curls her lip at me.
“Asshole!” she snarls in my face. “You think I…what, threw myself into traffic?! I was pushed, dickhead!!” she screams. “Someone fucking—”
“The bus driver didn’t see anyone push you,” I reply evenly. “Nor did anyone else interviewed at the scene.”
She stares at me, her mouth hanging open. “You think I did it myself?!”
“I think until you can prove otherwise, you don’t get any privacy. Now get. In. The fucking. Tub.”
I turn and crank the tap off, steam curling off the rippling surface of the water.
“I was pushed, Bane!!” she snaps at my back.
I turn to her, calmly lifting a shoulder. “So you keep saying.”
She stares at me. “You’re unwell.”
“Said the pot to the kettle—”
I should see it coming. But, as cool as I’m trying to play it right now, I’m too distracted by the view of her perfect, creamy breasts with their soft, light pink nipples to anticipate the slap. Her palm cracks hard across my face, snapping my head to the side.
The bathroom goes utterly silent.
Her face is white as I slowly turn back to level my gaze at her. She swallows heavily, her eyes widening. “I…I didn’t mean to—”
She yelps when I roughly grab her, sit myself on the edge of the tub, and yank her down over my lap. She squirms and bucks, trying to get up. But my hand wraps tight around the back of her neck, keeping her pinned across my knees, her breasts against one thigh and her stomach on the other.
Without any sort of preamble, I wind my hand back and bring it down hard on her tight, upturned ass.
“Fuck!!”
She squeals, her spine jerking as my palm cracks across her bare skin. I do it again to the other cheek, smacking with a firm palm, the sound echoing loudly through the bathroom.
“You fucking ass—AHHH!”
Darkness twists inside me when her broken, achy, needy cries hum through my ears.
My hand tangles in her hair, tugging her head back and forcing her to look straight ahead at the full-length mirror on the wall in front of her.
Her back arches slightly, which pushes her ass up in the air, as if the more she protests and fights me, the more she actually wants this.
My palm cracks down again, turning the tight globe of her ass pink as the blood rushes to the surface.
I spank the other cheek, then the first again, then back to the second.
My dick pulses and twitches against her stomach as I spank her over and over, groaning when I feel her body tightening against me.
I can feel her pussy hot against my thigh as I wind back and spank her yet again. She’s still whimpering and writhing when my hand forces itself between her legs, cupping her needy little cunt.
She’s fucking soaked.
I knew she would be. She gets off on this sort of treatment.
Pain. Humiliation. A loss of control.
I spank her ass twice more before I slide my hand back between her legs. This time she moans, whimpering with need as I drag two thick fingers along her messy little pussy.
“No—!”
“You’re fucking mine now, little bird,” I hiss venomously, silencing her weak protests. She squeals when I roughly ram two fingers inside her, groaning when I feel how fucking wet she is. I give her hair another tug, yanking her head back.
“You can’t—”
My harsh, cold laugh cuts her off.
“I’ll do whatever I want, baby,” I rasp into her ear. She shudders, her tits rubbing against my thigh as her breath turns ragged and halting. “I could point out that you agreed to this,” I growl. My fingers plunge deep into her tight little cunt, her slick walls squeezing the blood from them.
My hand uncoils from her hair and reaches down to her butt. Brutally hard smacks echo through the bathroom as I give her ass three quick cracks.
“But more importantly,” I groan as she squeals and cries out beneath me, my fingers sinking into her, “the messy, drippy state of this greedy little hole tells me you love being my little fuck toy. My eager little pain slut.”
My hand crashes down on her bright red ass, two of my fingers reaming in and out of her greedy pussy. Wet, squelching sounds fill the bathroom, mixed with her aching, desperate little moans that I know she’s trying to subdue.
Trying, and failing.
She’s still telling herself she shouldn’t want this. That she doesn’t crave this sort of touch.
But I’ve peered into every dark secret she has, opened every cupboard and looked under every floorboard. I know what’s behind every curtain, and where every fucking body is buried.
We haven’t even begun to scratch the surface of things she thinks she shouldn’t want but secretly yearns for.
My pulse thumps erratically in my veins as I grip her ass tightly. My fingers curl deep in her wet, needy cunt, stroking in and out as my other hand comes down repeatedly on her bright red butt.
“You belong to me now,” I snarl, my cock pulsing against her stomach as she wriggles and arches against me.
My fingers ram into her dripping pussy, scissoring inside her as she makes a mess of my hand.
“And you do not get to hurt or take away what’s mine,” I bark coldly. “Do you fucking understand?”
She chokes out an unintelligible moan, nodding her head as her hair cascades over her face.
I sink a third finger into her, loving the way she jerks and quivers; the way her hot pussy clenches so fucking tight around my thrusting fingers. I bring my palm down yet again, spanking her ass raw.
“Bane!!”
A broken, aching cry wrenches from her throat.
The muscles of her back coil and tighten, her spine snapping straight as her legs kick, her toes curling and scraping against the floor.
Her walls clench down tight around my invading fingers, squeezing the fuck out of them as she lets out a shattered scream.
I don’t slow down. I just keep finger-fucking her as she writhes and shrieks and comes all over my fingers.
Finally, I slow to a stop. But I keep my fingers deep inside her as I bring my palm down one last time across her bright red, tenderized ass, already bruising.
She whimpers, her voice breaking sweetly as she trembles and shakes in my lap. Slowly, I drag my slick, glistening fingers from her pink cunt. I scoop her up, feeling the way she quivers against me before I lower her into the tub.
The tension melts from her face. Suddenly, I cup her jaw firmly, lifting her chin and forcing her to look me in the eye.
“Open.”
She blushes, her eyes wide, as if she can’t quite believe what just happened. Then they lock with mine as she slowly opens her mouth.
My fingers glide over her tongue. Her face heats, and I know she can taste herself as I swirl my fingertips over it.
“I'll make this very clear, little bird,” I growl. I cup her jaw again, tracing a finger over her lips as our gazes lock. “You don’t get to take yourself away from me.”