Chapter 44 Hana
HANA
I was sure he’d say no. With the things I’d done to him tonight, it was a wonder he’d want to speak to me again, let alone have sex with me, but my body ached for him, and I knew it wouldn’t settle until his cock was buried deep inside me.
“Get on your knees.” His gravelly voice was tinged with anger, and my body lit up like fireworks on New Year’s Eve. I lowered myself slowly. “Crawl to me.”
I moaned softly at the idea as I dropped forwards onto my hands. It wasn’t far, but the hard surface against my knees and the feeling of his eyes on me had my thighs slick with arousal by the time I came to stop at his feet.
He reached down with his free hand, cradling my chin and lifting my face to look at him. “This is fucked up, you know. I taped your hands up, and now you have me handcuffed to the bed. I don’t think this is how most people do dating.”
He squeezed my cheeks hard, so I couldn’t do anything but offer him a slight nod.
“I might be restrained, but you’re going to do exactly what I say.
Understood?” I nodded again. “And tomorrow, we talk. I’m so fucking angry with you, little menace, but you’re lucky that I’m into rage fucking, and I’ve done nothing but dream about being inside your sweet pussy again. ”
I let out a sigh of relief, my body sagging because he was not only giving me what I needed, he was also taking control of everything, and that settled the ache in my chest that had become chasm-like since the photo of Tony pinged into my phone.
He let go of me and leaned back on his free hand. “Take my clothes off.”
I moved quickly, undoing his belt and jeans. He lifted his hips so I could ease them down, taking his boxers with them. My eyes stayed locked on his cock as I pulled them off completely, licking my lips at how engorged and angry it looked, precum already leaking from the slit.
Needing to touch him, I raked my fingers up and down his thighs, pressing kisses along the red marks they left in their wake.
“You’re really not going to uncuff me?”
I shook my head.
“It makes it hard for me to do what I want to you, so you’re going to have to help.”
My lips curled into a half smile. “What would you like me to do?”
“I want to see how wet you are. Put two fingers inside yourself.” My cheeks heated, but I moved back a little and knelt up, widening my hips as I reached down and pushed two fingers slowly inside myself, my eyes fixed on Roman’s.
His pupils dilated as he watched, the striking blue almost vanishing behind the black.
I groaned, my head tilting back a little, my hair teasing my back in a ghost-like caress.
“Are you wet for me, little menace?”
“Yes.”
“Fuck yourself, but do not come.”
A needy whine fell from my lips, but Roman’s expression told me he wasn’t messing about.
He wrapped his free hand around his erection, pumping slowly as he watched me.
I was so wet, my walls tight around my fingers, but it wasn’t enough.
I needed rough. I needed to be stretched.
I needed Roman. The thought of him inside me sent a rush of pleasure coating my fingers and a cry spilling from my lips.
“Do. Not. Come,” he commanded, a shiver rippling down my spine.
My hips rolled, riding my fingers, something I’d never done by myself before. My skin heated, my nipples ached, and my other hand fisted against my thigh as I dragged my thumb over my clit. “I’m so close,” I said, hoping he’d let me find my release, but of course, he didn’t.
“Come here.” My orgasm was right there for the taking, but the tone in his voice told me that stopping would bring me way more pleasure than I’d give myself, so I paused, my clit throbbing and my walls twitching.
“I said, come here, Hana.”
I cried out from the loss as I eased my fingers out.
My head spun, and I wobbled a little as I stood, the blood rushing back into my legs, but Roman was there, his free hand on my waist. He parted his lips, and I fed him my arousal-slick fingers, loving how he cleaned them with his tongue, sucking until he had tasted every drop.
Once he was done, he guided me to lie over his lap, and I waited for the slap to my cheeks, but it didn’t come.
Instead, he stroked my back, tracing my spine.
He played with my hair, dragging his fingers over my scalp.
He massaged my arse and teased my thighs with his touch.
He got close to my pussy again and again, but he never touched it, edging me to the point that my body hummed.
“Roman,” I let out when I couldn’t take any more.
“You can still use your safe word if you need to,” he said as if to reassure me, but I didn’t ever want this to stop. I did wish he had both hands to touch me. I relaxed onto his thighs, his cock trapped between us, my skin growing slick with the amount of precum dripping from him.
His finger slipping through my folds almost had me orgasming, then he teased my entrance, making my hips buck as I hoped to push him deeper, but it had the opposite result, and he went back to touching the rest of my body, my clit so swollen and needy it had its own heartbeat.
“Roman, please…”
“What do you need?” His voice was low, cracked with arousal.
“You. I need you, Ro. Please.”
He pushed three fingers inside me and then withdrew them again instantly. My body reacted with shock, my orgasm appearing like a blessing and then vanishing like it was all a dream.
I cried out, spreading my thighs, rolling my hips, chasing some sort of friction before I imploded. He did the same again and then again. Filling me, but not long enough to set off the orgasm I was so desperate for, I could barely breathe. My head floated, my body a live wire of need.
“Please, please, please.” My begs were interspersed with panting breaths and whimpering cries.
“Such a whore for me. So desperate to be stuffed full of my cock. I’m going to make you come so hard you won’t ever forget who you belong to.”