Chapter Twenty-Seven #2
Her soft moans curl into my chest like smoke, wrapping around the thing in me that hasn’t felt alive in years. I press my cock to her ass, hard and throbbing against the thin cotton. “If your hands were free,” I rasp, “I’d make you touch what you do to me.”
“I can still feel it,” she breathes, dragging the word out like it’s foreplay. God, she’s so fucking aware of what she’s doing.
“Say you like it.”
“I love it… Diamond.” The name drips off her tongue like venom. She knows exactly what she’s doing, taunting, disobeying, begging for punishment.
I yank her hair harder, forcing her head back. “I know your game, little girl. And it’s working.”
I bend her forward over a thick branch, make her balance on her toes, ass high in the air like a gift. “Deep breath,” I murmur.
Then the first smack lands.
It echoes like a shot in the dark, followed by her scream, raw, wild, beautiful. I strike again. And again. Open palms, alternating hands, loving the way her ass ripples under my touch.
“Fuck!” she yelps, voice breaking, body trembling.
“You want more?” I snarl, hand gripping her ass.
She pops the word, cocky as hell. “Nope.”
God, she’s lethal.
I tear the hem from my shirt and blindfold her, then pull a small black vibrator from my pocket and coat it with spit, dragging it over her lips like a secret. “Open.”
She obeys, lips wrapping around it like it’s my cock. The image nearly unravels me. One hand fucks the toy into her mouth, slow and steady. The other palms her tits, teasing, pinching, playing until her body sings for more. When my hand finds her clit, she lets out a muffled moan around the toy.
“I’m close,” she murmurs.
Too bad.
I yank everything away.
Her frustration is a melody I could fuck to, sharp, desperate, laced with need. “Please don’t leave me like this,” she begs, breathless.
I return with the voice changer. “Ever heard of orgasm denial?”
She nods.
“Good. That’s your punishment.”
Her jaw clenches, lips parted, angry and aroused.
“That’s not the punishment I had in mind.”
“Oh, I’ll be sure to tell Karter his perfect little brat was pouting just for me.”
That gets her. I press the vibrator to her folds, switched on this time, and her hips jerk. “Oh!” she gasps, rising onto her toes again.
I bend down, suck her nipple into my mouth, then bite, hard. She whimpers. Her skin tastes like sex and salt and secrets. Blood beads at the bite, and I lick it clean before switching sides.
She’s close again. I feel it. Her thighs tremble, her pussy clenches. So I stop.
Again.
She screams in frustration.
“Let me out!” she growls. “Or make me come!”
I release her. She collapses to the ground and sprawls out like she owns the fucking woods. “If you won’t make me come, I’ll do it myself.”
She grabs the toy and shoves it between her legs.
I dive on her, pinning her arms above her head, ripping the toy away.
“You fucking tease,” I growl.
She stares up at me, lips swollen, breasts bruised, bloodied, perfect.
Then she stops fighting… and unbuttons my jeans.
The world tilts. Her fingers free me, and I stand so she can strip me properly. On her knees, she looks up like I’m her altar.
“Take them off,” she whispers.
I obey. When my cock springs free, she grins like the devil’s daughter and yanks me down into a kiss that devours.
“You’ve got perfect lips,” she moans. “I wanted them on my pussy, but I need you inside me.”
Fuck.
I drape my shirt over her shoulders and walk her backward until her spine hits the tree. Mask still on, I claim her mouth again, then lift her, her legs locking around me like a fucking vice.
She guides me to her entrance. One thrust, and I’m home.
She’s tight. Hot. Slick. Dangerous. Like a velvet vice threatening to own me forever.
She fucks me.
Riding me like she was made for it, taking what she needs, chasing her own damn release. I’m so used to control that it short-circuits something in me to let go, to let her use me.
“Please, fuck me back. I need it.”
I grip her throat and give her what she asked for. Hard, deep, punishing strokes. Her head tilts, her eyes roll back, and her walls clamp down. I whisper, “Not yet,” trying to hold back.
She shatters anyway.
“Oh God! I’m coming!”
Her pussy milks me as she cries out. And that’s it.
I’m gone.
“Athens!” I roar, spilling inside her with no shame, no protection, no plan except to remember this moment forever.
She giggles through heavy breaths. “Now I’m tired.”
I grab the voice changer again. “There will be no sleep tonight, Little Lady.”
She groans. “Snack or nap. Pick one.”
“The night’s over. You’ll go as long as we say.”
When she winces, I check her back. A scratch. My mark. “Looks like I left you a reminder.”
She grins over her shoulder. “Then I guess I’ll wear less… so they know I’m yours.”
Goddamn.
I kiss her hard, then whisper, “Run.”
She does. Barefoot. Naked. Laughing into the trees like the prey she was meant to be.
And me? I just lean back, breathless, knowing this night branded me as much as it did her.
One of the Devils claimed her soul. But tonight, I claimed her body.
And I’ll never fucking forget it.