Chapter 11
T he sight of my pretty girl inching along the floor on her knees stirs something so primal in me I can hardly sit still. She takes her time, balancing on one hand while she pulls herself forward. Every time the metal spoon clanks against the bowl, a tingling pulse sparks down my swollen shaft.
“If you spill even a drop, I’ll make you lick it up,” I growl.
She stops halfway to readjust her grip. “I won’t.”
The way she cares for that bowl amuses me. It’s all I can do to keep from from knocking it out of her hand just so I can watch her lap it up. To see her pretty pink tongue leave wet spots on the plush carpet.
Her eyes light up as she nears me, grateful that her degradation is almost over. But little does she know, it’s only beginning.
“Wait.” I put my hand up. “Take your shirt off. And don’t you dare set that bowl down on the floor.”
She sighs and starts to rise, but I put my hand up again.
“I did not give you permission to sit up.”
“What the fuck? How am I… I can’t,” she whines.
I chuckle while I watch her struggle.
She turns her head in. Using her teeth she pulls down the string of her tank, inching it over her shoulder. Then she turns and does the same to the other one. I lean forward, mesmerized.
“Thatta girl. Not just a pretty face. So very clever.”
She draws her arms in. As she tugs the string farther down with her teeth she has to contort her body, lowering herself until her belly is flush against the carpet. My cock throbs as I watch her get the strap over her wrist and pull her hand out. She does the same on the other side, passing the bowl to the free hand.
I’m beyond impressed and fucking feral for this creature. She’s so eager to please me. So desperate for my approval. “You are ravenous to pray at my altar, aren’t you?”
She glares back at me, but behind the anger is a desire so dark, so deep, it could start a fire. This entire room would go up in flames.
She huffs again and inches forward on her belly, wiggling from side to side. The closer she gets, the farther her tank top slides down. By the time she reaches my feet, it’s around her calves.
I thread my fingers through her dark strands as I yank her head up. “You’re going to regret taking so long,” I rasp with a smirk. I yank the bowl out of her hands and set it on the small reading table next to me.
Her skin is flushed, bright-red with carpet burns. “But I didn’t spill any.”
Fuck, this woman is so perfect. So fucking sexy it’s almost vile. “Come, sit on my lap facing me.”
Her arms tremble as she shifts her upper body up. I lean back and spread my legs apart, forcing her to take a wider stance as she straddles me. I scoot her hips forward so she’s sitting right on the crotch of my jeans. I place my hand between her breasts. “Your heart is racing.”
She bites down on her lip, no doubt feeling my cock twitch through the rough denim. “Did watching me struggle turn you on?”
I slide my hand down to her mound, stopping just shy of her clit. “We are animals, Roxy. Carnal fucking animals. We’re designed to hunt, to trap, and to feed. But you are only at my mercy because you want to be. You could’ve gotten up at any time. I wouldn’t have stopped you.”
Her eyelids flutter, her nipples stiffening as I twirl my fingers through her thick tuft of pubic hair. She arches her back as the red flush across her skin deepens. “I need to cum. Please, Punk.”
Mmm. I know she does. So fucking bad. But I’m not done breaking her. I spoon some of the melted ice cream up and hold it over the bowl between us. “After I’m done with my ice cream, then you can cum.”
“You’ve got to be joking,” she growls.
I dangle the spoon between us, taunting her. “I’m dead fucking serious.”
“Let me help you, then.” She huffs and frantically reaches for the spoon.
I dodge her attempt. “You’re getting worked up again, Roxy.”
Her nostrils flare, but she lets me spoon a little into her mouth. “That’s it. Rub your pussy against me nice and slow while I enjoy my tasty treat.”
A moan flutters out of her as she rolls her hips and slides back and forth. My cock is so hard, I try to focus on the sugary sweet vanilla cream in my mouth, willing myself not to burst.
She white-knuckles the armrests, stilling herself. “Fuck… I-I can’t. I’m gonna cum.”
My grin widens. I spoon three more bites into my mouth, giving her a brief respite until my patience starts to wane. I slap the back of the spoon against her swollen nipple. “I didn’t say you could stop, pretty girl. Grind that pussy till it’s raw.”
“Punk, this is torture.” She pants as she resumes. My jeans are soaked in her juices. The scent of her arousal is transcendent. I want to bury my face inside her. Fuck. I’m torturing myself.
I blow out a chuckle. “You’ll thank me after.”
Her eyes turn to half-slits as she moans deep and low. I scrape the bowl with my spoon, drawing it out just a little longer. Her body drips with sweat, glistening like she has a fever. The way she grinds her hips, arching her back as she hums to herself… she’s the best fucking drug I’ve ever taken.
She sounds like a cat in heat, her moans and whimpers turning into whines. In her trance, she doesn’t notice me set the bowl down. All that matters to her right now is obeying me. Pleasing me.
I reach underneath her to undo the button and zipper on my jeans. “Such a good fucking girl. Cum for me now. Cum , Roxy.”
She lets out a wild screech as she bucks like a bull. I lift her hips up so I can free my cock. She lowers herself down onto it and keeps grinding. “Fuck. That’s my pretty girl. Take your reward.”
“Uhhh. Oh god. Mmm,” she whines as she fists my hoodie. Her pussy is soaking wet. I can’t hold back much longer.
I push her back so she’s lying on my legs, half-upside down. “You’re mine, Roxy.” I dig my fingers into her fleshy hips and slam into her. “You fucking hear me?”
She braces her hands on the carpet to keep from banging her head. “Y-yes. Oh shit.”
Her pussy feels like warm honey. Like a sacred vessel made only for my long, thick, veiny cock. Spasms start in my balls and spread in quick bursts down my shaft, charging my tip like electricity. I let out a grunt, pushing and pulling her to fit my length, stretching her as wide as her tender lips will allow.
“Punk,” she whines as she claws at the carpet. “Cum inside me.”
Mmm. Fuck. “You better hold on.” I spring from the chair and stand with my cock deep inside her. I tuck my arms under her knees, my grip tight. She wraps her arms around my ankles while she’s suspended upside down like a fucking acrobat. She might not dance anymore, but her muscles remember.
My stomach flutters as all the blood rushes from my balls to my swollen tip. I lower us both until her back is on the floor as I burrow in deeper, grinding in circles. “Roxy… Fuck ,” I grit out. My breath catches in my throat, and I almost black out as my cum floods her tight little pussy. I flick her clit, coaxing another orgasm out of her.
“Oh my god. Don’t stop,” she cries.
“I will rub you raw.” I grind in circles, my cum still flowing. “Pray to me, pretty girl. Let me hear your hymns of devotion.”
I keep punishing her clit with my thumb, rubbing it so hard she bites her bottom lip and draws blood. “Punk…”
I pull her up, bringing her with me as I sit back down in the chair. My cock pulses inside her as she trembles around it. “Let me hear how you worship me,” I whisper in her ear.
She whimpers and wraps her arms around my neck. “ You’re my god , Punk . I submit .”
I tilt her chin up. “I will take care of you from now on, pretty little girl.”
She gasps as I press my mouth to hers. Her lips are so soft and thick. I thrust my tongue inside and find hers just as demanding. Ravenous. She tastes like sweat and sex and wine. The closest I will ever get to heaven. We devour each other, hungrily exploring each other’s mouths as we bite and suck, exchanging breath and saliva like sacrifices on a holy altar.
We stay like this for hours, kissing and caressing each other with my cock still inside her cunt. Like we are surgically attached. I wish we were. I’d stitch us together if I could. I never want to leave her holy cocoon.
When her head starts to droop on my shoulder, I reluctantly lift her off and tuck her into bed. I nestle up behind her, wrapping one arm around her waist and the other around her neck.
She coos softly while drifting off to sleep. “Don’t leave, Jack… I mean Punk,” she pleads quietly.
I kiss her on the cheek. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m never letting you go, Jilly girl. Never. Fucking. Ever.”
My angel slept so hard she didn’t wake once when I transferred her to my penthouse. Not while I carried her down the stairs. Not during the car ride—I left my bike behind and drove her car instead. My momma always said that it’s better to ask for forgiveness rather than permission. This sensuous creature purred like a cat even as I held her in the elevator going up to my floor. She looks so peaceful in my bed. I’ll savor it now. Because when she wakes up and sees I’ve tied her to the frame, I’m going to have a hellhound on my hands.
Maybe that’s what pushed Lucifer to finally fall.
It’s for her own good. I want her to acclimate to her new surroundings first. I can’t risk her storming off and doing something stupid. I don’t mind killing for her. I rather enjoy it. But I want my pretty girl subdued for now. The longer she’s contained, the wilder the beast when I finally unleash her. And then we will both cum so hard it’ll be transcendent. Like two aliens discovering dark matter for the first time.
With Roxy still sleeping soundly, I oversee the movers. They’ve been packing up her apartment all morning and are finally carrying everything in. I lead them to the east wing of my penthouse and show them the various rooms I want her things set up in. Another bold move, but I just know that my pretty girl will love it here. I have her all to myself now.
I also took the liberty of texting Juniper from Roxy’s phone.
Hey girl, I’m not feeling so great after last night. Can you work for me today?
Of course, Juniper replies back with a yes, along with a multitude of lewd and suggestive texts about me. I smirk as I read my favorite one.
Girrrl. You would’ve felt a lot better if you’d rode Punk Wilder’s thick cock instead. At least your pussy would have. He’s so into you!
Mmm. She has no idea how into Roxy I was last night. I chuckle to myself as I walk back into the bedroom to check on her.
Fucking hell, she is gorgeous. I amble forward and take a seat on the bed. The sight of her pink pussy partially covered by a luscious mound of dark pubic hair makes my glands salivate. I want a taste.
I skate the tips of my fingers up her thighs. She whimpers softly in response, her eyelids fluttering. I climb onto my king-size bed and nestle in between her legs. I suck on my finger before dragging it down her slit.
I shudder as my cock springs to life. She’s so slick, even when she’s asleep. Just primed and ready for me at all times. I peel the lips of her pussy back and gently stroke the inside of them. “This is mine now,” I whisper.
I blow out a shaky breath and slowly insert my finger inside her hole, pushing through her soft folds. “Fuck. You’re so tight.”
She jerks her head to the side and moans.
“Yeah, I know what my pretty girl likes,” I rasp as I insert a second finger. I curl them up and down, flicking her most sensitive spot as I massage her clit with my thumb.
She writhes and pants, her eyelids flutter open to half-slits. “Punk… what are you…”
“Shhh, relax. Submit to it.” With my free hand, I retrieve a new anal plug from my jacket pocket. “This one is a size up, but I think you’re really going to love the stretch.”
I stick it in my mouth and suck on it, coating it with a thick layer of my saliva. I push her legs up and wedge the tip of it inside her ass.
Her eyes fly open, her gaze darting back and forth between me and her bound wrists. “Punk!” Her chest heaves as she struggles against the restraints. “What the fuck have you done? Where am I?”
I thrust my fingers in and out of her pussy. It makes her shudder, and her eyes roll back. “You’re in my house. Our house . I’ll give you a full tour once you calm down.”
“What do you mean our house, Punk?” she says through another whimper.
I press against her G-spot, sending goosebumps over her flesh. “You live here with me now. The movers just finished bringing in all of your stuff. And don’t worry about your old place. I paid your landlord what was left in your lease.”
She gasps and looks around again. The decor in my bedroom is dark, masculine, and cold. But I know she’ll bring a warmer touch to it.
She breathes deep as I play with her clit. “Fuck… mmm. Wait. You can’t just move me without asking. That’s not okay.”
I shrug and thrust a third finger inside her soaking-wet pussy. “I want you here with me, safe. And I want you full of my cum every night. My place is bigger than yours. You will never want for anything. We can worship each other, pretty girl.”
She lets out another moan as I pump faster. “We should’ve talked about this. I barely know you.”
I give her pussy a light slap, eliciting a deeper moan. “You know me better than you think. And I know you better than anyone.” I slap her pussy again, and she bucks. “I know what you like. What you want. What you love.” I lean down and roll my tongue over her clit. “Don’t you want this every night, Roxy?”
“Fuck… that feels so good… Mmm.” She rolls her hips as she chases her orgasm.
“Thatta girl. Relax for me. Let me put this in.” I press the tip of the plug to her mouth. “Get this nice and wet for me.”
She moans and takes it in her mouth, soaking it with her saliva.
“Yeah, the wetter it is, the easier it will glide inside. Good girl.”
I inch the tip in first and let her get used to the bigger fit for a second. Her juices leak down my wrists as I continue to thrust my fingers deep inside her cunt. Fuck, I could play with her like this all day and night. We might starve to death if I’m not careful.
“Fuck, it’s thick, Punk,” she whines.
“I know. But my cock is three times this, so we’re going to break you in slow. Take a deep breath and open up for me.” I push the glass plug in another inch, getting past the second bead. Each one is larger than the last. “You’re doing so good. One more bead to go.”
Roxy jerks her hips up. “It’s too much. There’s no fucking way it’s gonna fit.”
I grin down at her before releasing a wad of spit down her slit. She shudders as I smear it all the way back to her ass. “It will. I promise. And then it’s going to feel so fucking good. Just think how hard you’re going to cum when we start playing with it.”
She bites down on her lip. “Fuck. Okay, fine. Just do it.”
I reach over her to the bedside table and pull a tube of lube out of the drawer. “I’m going to make it hurt less. Saliva alone isn’t cutting it.”
I squirt a glob of it into my palm and reach underneath her. She raises her hips to allow me better access. “There we go. You feel that? It’s already loosening up.”
She nods. “Please, Punk. Just do it.”
I chuckle and slide the rest of the plug inside. Her mouth gapes, forming an O , as the third and largest bead stretches her delicate hole to a size it’s never been before. I give it a little twist to make sure it’s fully snug.
“Ohhh, fuck.” She pants, her chest heaving.
“This one doesn’t vibrate, love. But we can still have some fun with it.”
“Are you a psycho, Punk?” She gazes up at me with lust-glazed eyes.
I roll my thumb in circles around her clit. “We both are, Roxy. That’s why we fit. No one else can make you feel this way. The way I touch you and fuck you. No one else. I’ll kill anyone who tries. Tell me you feel the same way. Tell me you wouldn’t murder a woman for touching me.”
Her nostrils flare and her eyes narrow. She never thought about it before. But now she is. “No one better fucking touch you, Punk. I swear to fucking—”
I thrust hard, cutting her off with her own orgasm exploding in her core. “No one, baby. I’m yours. Now cum for your god. Cum all over my holy fucking hand.”