Chapter 38
Noah
Of course I do.
The hand that wasn’t still holding onto my chin trailed down my body, slipping under my sweater to palm my hip.
“Remember that fantasy of yours you told me about?”
Oh fuck.
“Vividly.”
I want someone to hold me down and take me. They’re huge, and I struggle but my strength is no match for theirs.
“Do you also remember the safe word we talked about?”
Vanilla.
I nodded, my pulse speeding up and hammering under his palm.
“Promise me you will use it the moment it gets too much?”
“Yes,” I breathed.
Oh fuck. He’s actually going to do it.
Lew walked me into the bedroom and helped me onto the bed.
“Lie on your front for me,” he instructed and I did as he directed.
This was already the hottest experience of my life. Nobody had ever indulged in my fantasies.
With a little growl, Lew plunged his tongue between my lips. His hand found my hip again, and it roughly forced its way under my body and tore open the button on my trousers.
“Does the idea of me taking you against your will get you hard, little pet?”
Yes!
“No,” I quipped, halfheartedly trying to shake him off my back.
“Or is it fear that makes your cock so hard you could hammer a nail into the wall with it? Struggle all you want. You know you’re mine.”
A shudder travelled the length of my body.
“Yes, tremble for me, pet.” Cupping his paw over my dick, he squeezed me roughly, rutting into my ass.
Oh God, how is he so good at this?
“I dreamed of getting you at my mercy for so long. And now I’ll finally have you.” He sighed. “I won’t stop, Noah. Not even when you’re impaled on my cock and sobbing for mercy.”
A wanton groan tore out of me, and I tried to press into his palm and back against his dick at the same time.
“Such a hungry little cum slut, aren’t you, Noah? Let’s see if you still like it once I’ve filled you a dozen times.”
“Fuck you,” I bit out, my body bucking under his. He didn’t budge an inch.
“Oh no.” He tutted at me. “Maybe another time. Today it’s my turn to ruin your tight little asshole.”
Part of me struggled, inwardly. I should hate it, should have too much self-respect to let him talk to or manhandle me like this. But reality was hotter than anything my depraved brain had ever been able to imagine.
I fucking love it.
And Lew made me feel so safe. I knew he’d never hurt me.
Without further ado, his body left me and his hand wrenched my trousers and boxers down my legs.
“Hmm.” He sighed as he palmed my ass. “So plump and smooth.” Then he spanked me. Hard.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned as heat shot through me. My hips bucked off the bed, precum drenching the duvet where I lay.
“I knew you’d like that,” he chuckled darkly, his muzzle tickling the sensitive hairs at the small of my back. His palm cracked down on my ass cheek again, then rubbed the sting away.
Carrot and stick.
The next onslaught followed suit, and his paw roughly forced my legs apart. He lifted me up on my knees to expose it all.
“That’s it, be a good fuck toy for me.”
“I’m not your toy,” I said automatically. One last time I tried to free myself, pushing up off the bed, only to be stopped by his hands.
Oh, holy hell.
“What the fuck,” I gasped as his paw squeezed the sides of my neck, and froze at the other holding me in place by my balls.
“I told you I would have you, pet. Just the way I want you. And this,” he briefly closed his hands around me, “is exactly how I want you. Stop fighting and let me use you like the plump little fuck toy you are.” He squeezed again, forcing a low moan out of me when he rolled my nuts between his fingers like fucking pool balls.
“I will have you, one way or another. Now be a good boy and stay.”
“I’ll be the best boy for you,” I whispered before I could stop myself. Choke me and call me a good boy, and you can have anything from me.
“Oh yes, you will be. You know fighting me won’t help, don’t you?”
His hands left me, brushing the small of my back once more. I heard him get lube and condoms out of the bedside table.
“Knees wide,” he ordered, and I did without any back talk, unless you counted the loud curse when he spread my cheeks and immeasurable pleasure sparked in me at the press of his rough tongue at my hole. He slid in easily, sighing and growling at the feel of my ass under his mouth.
“Lew,” I groaned, fisting the duvet to somehow ground myself as the gorgeous Tigris tongue-fucked my ass. He pushed deeper inside, curling the tip of his tongue over my prostate.
I sobbed and bucked, but he didn’t let up until I was shaking, moments away from coming.
“No!” I snapped when he withdrew, but the next thing I felt was cold liquid where only a second ago his hot mouth had been.
“Oh yes, pet. You’re going to sob like that when you come on my barbs.”
“I need you, please!”
Lew wasted no time. He squeezed some more lube out, the sound of his cock tunnelling into his fist as he slicked himself dragging me close to the edge again.
“Fuck me already, or I’ll help myself.”
Lew stilled, the apex predator about to go in for the kill. With the agility of a cat, he moved behind me, gripping my throat and pulled my back to his chest. Notching his tip at my hole, he slowly pressed inside.
“No you won’t, Noah. I told you I’d help you finish, didn’t I? I own your pleasure.”
When I didn’t answer, he repeated the question.
“You did,” I moaned, utterly distracted by the feel of his barbs in my ass.
Bloody hell.
“You own me,” I gasped.
Lew hummed and licked my neck. “I fucking own you,” he affirmed.
He wasn’t moving much yet, but it was so fucking hot.
“Lew, please.” I couldn’t hold back. I needed him to move. He tipped me forward until I laid on the bed, with his weight resting on me, knees on either side of my hips.
“I’ve got you,” he whispered, kissing my temple like he had done when this had started.
Then he withdrew and thrust his cock so hard inside me that I screamed, certain it was all I needed to come.