Chapter 35 Willow #2
Vic’s eyes flare wide, and then he’s shoving his pants down, using the hand that was touching my pussy to jerk himself off. His strokes are quick and desperate, and I’m still coming when he shoots his load all over my stomach and breasts, spattering me with his release.
“Fuck. Oh god. Fuck. Fuck.”
His voice is wrecked, his body hunching over as he drags his fist over his cock one more time. He’s breathing harder, and when he looks back down at me, the expression on his face is so hungry and possessive that it nearly makes me climax all over again.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs. Then his gaze flicks up to my face. “Who’s cum are you wearing, butterfly?”
“Yours,” I whisper. “You marked me, Vic. You marked me up.”
His chest heaves, and he reaches down to smear his cum, spreading it over my breasts and stomach like he’s trying to rub it into my skin.
“My mark,” he mutters. “Mine.”
His touch isn’t tentative at all now. There’s an edge to it, something almost primal as the heat grows in his eyes. He grabs my breasts again, squeezing them roughly. When he pinches my nipples, it’s with force, and he twists one of them hard, making me cry out.
I writhe against the ropes, breathing hard.
“Yes,” I gasp out. “Like that! Please!”
He plays with my nipples until I’m making little mewling noises, my head tossing restlessly back and forth. Then he drags his hands down again, this time letting his nails bite into my skin along the way. It burns slightly, but that edge of pain only stirs up the arousal growing in my belly.
This time, he doesn’t bypass my pussy at all, and I whimper desperately as he cups it with his hand. He holds his hand there as if he’s drinking in the heat pouring off me… then he lifts his palm, and brings it down with a hard smack against my sensitive flesh.
I cry out, surprised and so, so turned on. “Fuck!”
Vic exhales forcefully, and his hand shakes as he does it again, slapping my pussy harder.
The pain reverberates through me, sharp and intense, but it feels so fucking good at the same time.
He presses one hand to my stomach, pinning me in place, and then he starts raining blows down on my pussy, alternating between soft and hard, his hand coming away wet each time he lifts it.
I struggle against the binds, gasping and trying to remember how to breathe, his name spilling out of me like I can’t remember any other words.
“Vic, Vic, Vic, Vic. Please. I’m so—”
I can already feel the pleasure growing, feel the sensations cresting and threatening to drag me under. Malice and Ransom are still watching, and the heat from their gazes adds to all of it, making it impossible to hold back.
Vic lifts his hand from my stomach and goes back to my breasts, playing with my nipples roughly, leaving them peaked and bright red from his attentions.
Every touch, every slap, every pinch puts me that much more on edge, but what affects me the most is just watching Vic.
His expression is focused, ravenous, and intense, his eyes tracking over my body with every movement.
It’s like he’s letting himself have everything he wants after spending so long in denial.
Like he’s drinking from a firehose after being in the desert for years.
He strokes his thumbs over my nipples, soothing the sting from the treatment just a minute ago, and somehow, that’s enough to set me off again.
Another orgasm hits, making me shudder, and Vic is right there with me. He’s hard again—I don’t know if he ever softened at all—and he wraps a hand around his shaft and starts jerking, breath stuttering as he works himself.
“Never gonna stop,” he groans. “Never gonna stop wanting you.”
His climax hits quickly, his fist tightening around his cock, the thick, reddened head of it slipping through his fingers. The milky white ropes of his cum land on my thighs, pussy, and stomach this time, and he reaches down to rub them into my skin too.
“Fuck, this is everything,” he mutters, his hands skating over my body. “Fucking everything. The way you look. The way you feel.” He dips his head and drags his tongue along my collarbones, making my heart leap in my chest. “The way you taste. My beautiful, chaotic butterfly.”
I’ve never had someone mark me like this. My skin is slick and sticky, coated in the mess of his cum, and it makes me feel filthy in the best way. I turn my head, silently inviting him to feast on the expanse of my neck, and he does it immediately, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin there.
“You’re so perfect,” he murmurs, sounding almost drunk. “So fucking beautiful. I watched you all that time, but I never thought—”
His voice breaks off, and he attacks my neck with renewed fervor, like he doesn’t want to think about anything else.
My mind goes blank and hazy as he keeps working me over, his touch rough and possessive, punctuated by moments of softness when I need it most. It’s as if during all that time he spent watching me, he was learning my body from a distance, his carefully observant nature logging everything away.
Twice more, he stops to jerk himself off desperately, pushed over the edge by the feel of my body beneath his hands. I’m a complete fucking mess by now, my skin covered in a light sheen of sweat from the way my heart is racing, and his cum smeared liberally over my torso.
When Vic reaches for his cock again, my breath catches, my eyes coming back into focus as I gaze up at him.
He’s already come so many times that I’m amazed that he can get hard again. But this time, there’s less franticness to his movements, as if he’s worked off some of the desperate urgency that was coursing through his veins.
I watch his hand move over his cock, and the words pour out of me before I can stop them.
“Victor,” I breathe. “Will you fuck me? I want to know what you feel like when you’re buried all the way inside me. I want you to come in my pussy this time.”
I’m careful to phrase it as a question, to give him a choice. He’s already done so much more than I hoped, breaking out of his rigid restraint and allowing himself to let go. I won’t demand more than he can give in this moment.
But Vic doesn’t even hesitate.
His fingers uncurl from his shaft, and then he pulls his shirt over his head and shucks his pants all the way off, throwing them off to the side somewhere.
My stomach flutters wildly, and I have to remind myself to breathe as he gets situated.
He unties my legs from the bed, but keeps them spread open, lifting my hips so he can get a better angle.
Then the head of his cock is right there. I can feel it, pressed against my entrance, and my body thrills with it. I rub against him, whimpering softly.
As if he can’t hold back any longer, Vic starts sinking into me. I can feel every single inch of his cock, stretching me open wider, even though I was already so ready for him. My arousal and the remnants of his cum on his cock ease his way in, and his jaw goes tight.
“Fuck,” Vic gasps out. “You feel so fucking good, butterfly. You’re so… so tight. So hot and wet and perfect inside.”
I swallow hard, my legs wrapping around his waist as my body adjusts to him.
“You feel good too,” I whisper breathlessly. “It’s like I can feel you everywhere.”
He stares down at me, and there’s a look of wonder on his face, mixed in with the raw desire.
I gaze right back, tears burning the backs of my eyes at the feel of being so connected with him after all this time.
It’s like something is slotting into place.
Something finally there that was always meant to be.
At first, his strokes are measured and slow, a little clumsy.
He’s never done this before, and it shows a bit, but honestly, it doesn’t matter.
I meant it when I said there was nothing he could do that would disappoint me.
His cock moves in and out of me, and every push and pull makes my body sing with pleasure.
He’s so thick and hard, and every time he pulls out, the velvety skin of his shaft drags along my sensitive walls, sending sparks dancing through me. My wrists twist uselessly in the ropes that still bind them, and I lift my hips when I can, meeting his thrusts as we start to find our rhythm.
That look of wonder doesn’t fade from his face. If anything, it just gets stronger as we keep going.
The pleasure and the pace start to build as Vic gets more used to things, and the natural instinct of his body starts to take over. His hands are tight on my hips, holding me in place, and he fucks me like there’s nothing else in the world that matters.
Like our bodies were made for this.
He stares down at the place where we’re joined, watching as his cock plunges into my pussy over and over again.
“Mine,” he murmurs again, so low that I don’t even know if he realizes he spoke it aloud.
My fingers curl into fists, like I need something to hold on to, and my palms tingle with the desire to touch him. Being tied up served a purpose, letting him choose how he wanted this to go, but we’re over that hurdle now, and I want to be able to run my hands over his skin in return.
“Will you untie me?” I beg him, tugging at the ropes. “I wanna touch you. I wanna hold you while you fuck me, Vic, please.”
He groans and stops for long enough to do as I ask, releasing me from the bed. My wrists are chafed a little from pulling at the ropes, but I don’t even care.
Immediately, my arms wrap around his shoulders, feeling the heat of his skin and the flex of his muscles beneath my palms as he fucks me with everything he has, concentrating on nothing other than our bodies working together.
“I’m gonna come,” he whispers finally, his voice strained. His face is only inches from mine, our harsh breaths meeting in the space between us. “You feel too fucking good, I can’t—”
His angular features twist into a mask of pleasure, his neck muscles straining. I can’t look away, and when I feel him start to swell inside me, I squeeze my inner walls around him. I swear I can feel the heat of his cum as it fills me up, and I pull him closer as I fall apart too.
He crushes his lips against mine, hungry and hard, and the two of us shudder together as pleasure flows between us in an endless loop.
His hips jerk, pressing his cock deeper inside me as the last of his release spills from him, and then he collapses on top of me, gasping for breath.