Chapter 11 #3
Stone was thick. Thicker than her wrist, but thankfully he was average length. Still, when he seated himself at the back of her throat, she gagged because he hadn’t given her enough time to prepare. Her eyes watered and she let out a garbled moan around him, but he didn’t back off.
“Go ahead and cry. I’d love to see that.”
She held his stare, understanding he would give her no quarter. When a single tear seeped from the corner of her eye, he noticeably shivered.
“Fucking stunning. Those lips were made to suck cock.” He wiped another tear as she glared at him. “Are you angry? Want to say something to me?” He withdrew. “Go ahead. Tell me to stop and I will.”
“Asshole.”
He chuckled and thrust his hips, burying himself deeper down her throat. This time, when she tensed, he pulled back, giving her the briefest chance to catch her breath before shoving to the back of her throat again.
He fisted her hair, instructing her to open her mouth so he could slide effortlessly in and out, fucking her face until he was satisfied. He dragged the swollen head of his cock over her lips, mixing her saliva with tears, and then pushed back in again.
She had a hundred hateful names to call him, but when he finally pulled out, she only collapsed onto her arm to rest and catch her breath.
He slapped her ass. Hard. “Did I say we were finished? Get your ass back up here.”
Her limbs shook as she rose again to her hands and knees. He kneeled behind her. She recognized the sound of the oil pump, and then he was pressing into her, not with his cock, but with the long vibrator.
“You’ll learn what it’s like to have every hole filled.” He thrust a few times and held it deep inside of her. “Not to scare you, but that’s smaller than Hunter.”
The thought of Hunter anywhere near her intimate parts terrified her. That image only made it worse.
Stone returned to kneel in front of her, his body stretched over her to hold the vibrator inside her as he crawled closer, stroking his engorged cock.
“Now, suck it like a good girl, and make me come.”
Again, she barely opened her mouth before he plunged into her, nudging the back of her throat. He had to go deeper in order to grip the vibrator properly, then he was thrusting quickly in and out of both ends.
“Eyes on me.”
She looked up, her eyes watering as he slowly fucked her mouth with deliberately deep strokes. The corners of her lips stretched tightly and she struggled to accommodate him.
“Relax your throat and tip your head back. Stop trying to maintain control.” He tugged her hair, angling her head back. “Loosen your jaw and your mouth open wide.”
As soon as she relaxed her jaw, everything changed. He was sliding in and out with ease, and the long dildo was pumping into her pussy, sending tremors to her clit and vibrating the diamond plug wedged into her ass.
“That’s it.” His words shifted from English to Russian as he thrust his hips faster. “More. Give me more. Show me what a good little slut you are.”
She was an object for his pleasure. He pushed and pulled. Thrusted and tugged. She only had to stay upright and open and he did the rest.
When his fingernails grazed the raised welts from the crop, she screamed around his cock, and he twisted the vibrator, increasing the speed. He thrust forward and held himself inside of her, buried down her throat as the vibrator pushed as deep as it could go.
The vibration was too much. She couldn’t bear any more and this time when she screamed her pussy clenched and spasmed.
“Dirty, little thief. You stole that one.”
He ripped the dildo away and tossed it onto the bed. Shoving her to her back, he climbed over her. The plug pushed deeper and she gasped.
“Open your mouth.” He shoved into her mouth, pressing her back deep in the mattress as he gripped her tits and fucked them hard. “This…is…what…happens…to pretty…little thieves.” He drew back and jerked his flesh in a tight fist. “Keep that mouth open and show me your tongue.”
She did as he commanded and hot jets of come splashed over her teeth and lips. His flavor seeped into her mouth as his release rushed past his stroking fist, covering her cheeks and forcing her to shut her eyes, finally.
The room stilled and silenced, only the sound of his ragged breathing. Stone had become all she could hear, feel, and taste.
She flinched when his gentle lips pressed to hers. “Very good, Marigold. I think you’ve proven yourself.”
She nearly shattered under his tender praise.
He took so possessively, so completely, his control was inescapable. All of his playfulness vanished in the face of the rough and demanding animal that hid beneath his surface. There was something dark inside of him, something that wanted to degrade and mark her.
“Do you hate me?” She despised the neediness in her voice, but she needed to know.
“I hate your brother.”
That didn’t answer her question, but she supposed that was as close to the truth she would get. “So do I.”
He sighed. “I believe you.”
Tears welled in her eyes as relief washed over her. “You do?”
He nodded.
He might have an urge to punish her. But there was something else there. Something she realized at the peak of her fear when he guided her. They would also protect her.
Stone could have broken her skin. He could have left permanent scars. He could have really hit her and broken bones. But he didn’t.
He took. He used. But he also gave. He showed her things about herself she could have never discovered on her own. And she responded with equal desperation, proving her loyalty through the surrender he commanded.
“I didn’t say stop.”
“No, you didn’t.” He pulled her close, mindful of the plug still penetrating her ass. “You were brave.” His lips pressed to her temple. “And loyal.” He kissed her shoulder. “This is where our brand will go.” He kissed her shoulder again. “Just like ours.”
“Yours?”
He rolled off the mattress and sauntered back to where he’d left his pants. “I saw you looking at it.” He flashed his shoulder so she could openly see the brand of a bear. “Did you want to feel it?”
She sat up on shaky limbs. “You want to burn me?”
He looked down at her and frowned. “This mark is a great honor.”
“That mark is a brand. I’m not a piece of livestock.”
“But you are our property.”
“You can’t brand me!”
“We can if we choose.”
Disgusted, she crawled away from him and winced when she accidentally fell on her ass.
“Careful.” He reached for her leg.
“Don’t touch me!”
He paused and scowled. Then he ignored her order and dragged her close, flipping her onto her belly. “I’d planned to be gentle, but not with that attitude.” He pulled the plug out and she gasped, cool air hitting her overheated flesh in a shock that made her whole body clench.
Rolling away from him, she wrapped her arms around her waist protectively and pulled her knees to her chest.
“Are you hurt?”
Her body was surprisingly fine after all she’d been through. Sore and exhausted, but not hurt. Her feelings, however… That was a different story.
“I asked you a question.”
“I heard you.”
The room stilled and she braced for another consequence.
“You don’t speak to me like that.”
“Or what? Will you shove something up my ass? Or better yet, brand me?”
His glared turned ice cold, but rather than respond, he pivoted and walked out of the room, slamming the door and leaving her there. No blanket. No towel. Not even clothes.
She realized then that his abandonment was her punishment. And she hated that she felt his angry desertion in the pit of her soul.