Chapter Twenty-One
Devious
I watch Roselyn run out of the front door, and I continue to count as I rush upstairs and grab zip ties, a gag ball, then I change into a white T-shirt and a pair of sweatpants.
I rush to the backyard, passing the garden and the pool, inhaling the misty air of the darkening sky.
She isn’t going to get far because I have cameras throughout the woods. Grabbing my phone from my pocket, I check the feed on my screen to find she’s running toward the beach, so I tuck the device back into my pocket. The crescent moon peeks between the tall leafy trees.
I’ve been waiting for this day for her to give me consent to fuck her, and once I take her virginity, I’m going to fuck her how I want to, do things to her that she would never dream of. I’ll train her and make her a whore for my dick, and I’ll worship her like she’s my altar.
I remove my phone from my pants pockets and check the feed again, watching as she ducks behind a gigantic willow tree, so I stroll slowly to her. I hear her labored breaths. Turning around, she throws pebbles at my head, and I duck, laughing. She’s really into this rape fantasy. If that’s what my wife wants, then I will give it to her. My dick tightens against the cotton material of my pants at the thought of forcing her. I grab her by the arms and place her hands behind her back. She tries to pull away from me, but I hold on tighter.
“What are you about to do?” she questions.
I smirk. “Giving you your fantasy. Remember what I said earlier. I’m only giving you consent one time; after tonight, I’m not asking anymore.”
Her cheeks turn a pale pink. “I understand. Please… Give me what I crave.”
She breaks free from my grip and slaps me across the face, but I don’t flinch. Instead, I secure the ties behind her back, grab the gag from my pocket, and place it around her mouth. Her eyes light up and she tries to talk around the gag.
“I have complete control of you and there isn’t anything you can do about it.”
She mumbles something through the gag again, but I shake my head. This won’t help her. I pick her up and sling her over my shoulder, carry her to the pool house. The minute we’re inside, I toss her over the bed, and she sits up, moves away from me, shaking her head. I can see the thrill and excitement in her eyes, and drool is dripping down her chin.
I’m taking what’s mine—and Roselyn is mine.
Pushing her legs apart, I yank up her dress, pull down her panties, and toss them to the floor. I need my dick to be sucked, and I haven’t had a good blow job in a long-ass time, but it’s not about me right now. It’s about her, fulfilling her needs.
I glance at her shaved pussy and slip my finger inside of her. She’s warm and wet, just how I like it. She closes her eyes, moaning through the gag.
“I’m going to worship your body,” I tell her.
I lean down and lick her clit, causing her to scream into the gag. She tries to move, but I place my hand on her stomach, keeping her in place as I finger fuck her until she comes on my tongue. I remove the gag from her mouth.
“On your knees. Worship my dick like I’m your god.”
She does what she’s told, and I unzip my pants and whip out my dick. She stares at it, biting her lower lip.
I shouldn’t ask her what I’m about to ask her because it will piss me off if it’s the answer I don’t want to hear.
“Have you ever sucked dick before?”
She shakes her head, and I sigh in relief, because I would have hunted the guy who she gave head to and killed him. I’m the only man she needs to touch.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll teach you. Place your mouth over the head and suck.”
Licking her lips, she wraps them over the crown, and I suck in a breath. It’s been so long since I had a woman touch me. I place her hand on my shaft so she rubs up and down as she sucks the tip. My muscles are tense and my balls swell. Fuck, her mouth feels good on me.
“Keep doing that,” I murmur.
She continues to suck the head as she strokes my shaft, and before I know it, the tip of my dick tingles and my heart beats fast in my chest, and I explode in her mouth, before pulling out.
“Open your mouth. I want to see my cum.”
She opens wide and I see it on her tongue. Some of it drips down her chin.
“Swallow, nymph.”
She does what I say, licking her lips.
“Good girl.”
I flip her over on her stomach and I hold on to her hips, sliding inside of her. She’s warm and wet, choking the hell out of my dick.
Her breath quickens. “I feel so full and it hurts.”
I slam into her, and she screams at the top of her lungs. “Cayden!”
My real name sounds a lot better leaving her lips than my street name.
“That’s right. Scream all you want, nymph. No one is going to save you from me.”
I grip her hips, pull out of her, then slam into her again. Since I had a taste of her, I’m never going to let her go. She’s all mine. I fuck her slow and steady, allowing her to adjust to the size of my dick. She keeps moaning my name, and finally, I pick up my speed. The only thing I hear is her labored breaths and moans.
She’s going to be sore by the end of the night; she’s going to know how much I own her.
“Are you okay?”
She nods, tears leaking down her cheeks.
“It hurts.”
“It’ll be over with soon.”
Seconds later, I come inside of her, and I pull out, blood coating my dick. She’s not on birth control, so I’ll call the doctor tomorrow because I don’t want any babies anytime soon. We can work on having an heir later.
“You’re bleeding all over my dick.” I smile.
I flip her onto her back and pull the straps of her dress down to suck on her nipples as I slide back into her.
“Devious… this is too much.” Tears sit on the corners of her eyes.
“I love the tears in your eyes, and hearing you scream my name.”
Her cheeks flush and I fuck her hard, then I pull out, spilling my cum all over her dress.
I grab the scissors from the dresser and cut the zip tie around her wrists as she lies there, smiling.
She gets up on her knees.
“Thank you for giving me my fantasy.”