Chapter 13
Bella
I’ve spent so many nights in this bed, alone, fantasizing about a giant man who would touch me all over.
And now it’s happening! He leans over me, covering my naked form with his shadow. The reality is scarier than the fantasy. I have no control over him. He’s invaded my bedroom, and he’s touching me like he has a right to.
Which, by his mafia man rules, he does.
I don’t even want to fight. I want to lie here and take it.
Yolo!
Up close, I’m reminded of how big he is. My bedroom feels smaller with him in it. He dominates the space.
But proximity is a two-edged sword because the closer he is to me, the more I learn about him. His strengths. His weaknesses. This is all homework for destroying Fraternitas. Big, beautiful homework.
He’s got scars all over him: under the tattoos, cleverly disguised by the swirls of ink. Also, his chest is perfectly smooth. No signs of razor rash, either. It’s like he has no chest hair.
I didn’t notice these details in the bathroom. I was too preoccupied with lust… and wondering if he was going to choke me out and drown me.
The fear gives my excitement such a delicious edge.
He runs his hands down my front, focused on my skin. My nipples pucker, and he explores them, lifting my slight breasts. I’m not super curvy and have always wished I was. But he doesn’t seem to care.
You’re perfect.
I let my head loll back on the pillow with a deep sigh. His shape blurs. His scent sharpens. There’s a growing tension deep in my belly, and I want him to stroke my clit the way I like, but I’m also afraid. He’s teased me so long that when it comes, my orgasm might break me.
I can’t take it anymore. I reach for him, and he catches my wrist. His grip is gentle, but it’s obvious he’s strong enough to break my arm. All that coiled power lies in wait. “No touching.”
He doesn’t want me touching him? Is it a control thing? It must be a control thing.
At least he took off the gloves. He’s touching me again like he did in my father’s office, firm strokes meant to calm me. It’s working. Maybe marriage to him wouldn’t be so bad… No, stop that thought. Bad Bella.
“You’re thinking too much,” he murmurs and touches his fingers to my forehead again.
He’s right.
He grips my chin, turning my head this way and that. I let him. I can’t physically fight him, so I might as well want to relax and enjoy my fantasy.
“Good girl.” He rubs my shoulders, rewarding me. Then his hands brush the sides of my breasts, moving down over my belly to the valley between my thighs.
A soft stroke above my clit makes me jolt.
Too much. It’s what I wanted, and it’s too much.
“Kaiser.”
“Hush now.”
I hum deep in my throat. I don’t care if I’ve become compliant. I’ll do anything as long as he keeps touching me.
“You’re going to be so good for me.” He has two fingers on my swollen sex now, and he’s barely stroking me. “Whenever I want, you’ll open your legs…” I open them now. Touch me!
“Just like that. So sweet. But only for me.”
Yes.
He inhales deeply. “Sweet like strawberries. I wonder, will you taste as sweet?” His fingers glide closer to my clit.
I whimper and try to close my legs, but he doesn’t let me. He’s between them, pinning my knees gently apart. Fuck. Oh fuck, he’s right there.
“Lie still for me. Unless you want me to tie you up.” He pauses for my answer, but I can’t.
I don’t know what to do. The thought of him tying me up is too much.
His hand covers my belly, holding me still, while the other plays around my clit.
His touch is light, but his fingers are calloused.
He rubs one petal of my sex between his fingers, then the other.
The rough side of his thumb has me rising off the bed.
He presses me back down. “Stay.” This is ridiculous. He doesn’t need to tie me up; he can hold me down with one hand.
I shake my head at him, pleading. The pressure is overwhelming.
“Have you ever had anything inside you? In here?” His fingers nudge at my entrance. I suck in a breath and nod. “And what about your ass? No? That’s okay, little virgin. I’ll make it good for you.” His voice caresses me.
His fingers slide into me, and my hips buck against his hand. The angle is perfect. My clit rubs against the heel of his hand. Two fingers, then three… stretching me. Just enough…
He pulls his fingers out. They’re wet. My cheeks are on fire.
Why did he stop?
“You come when I say so.”
Shut up and fuck me! I half-bare my teeth at him.
“Bella…”
Uh, fine. I nod. He puts his fingers back and works me up again. I try to watch him finger fuck me, but the heat and pressure are too much. My heels dig into the bed as I move against his hand.
“That’s it, take what you need.”
“Are you close?”
I nod, panting.
“You may come.” He seems confident my body will obey his command, and that arrogance is what does it. I slip over, shuddering, and writhe when he slips his fingers back inside me. New sensations light up my body as I squeeze around them.
Fuck, I can feel him inside me, and it feels good.
The aftershocks fade, and I’m melting into the bed. He’s still got his fingers inside me, studying me like he’s memorizing my responses. Which should be worrying, but in this moment, it’s super hot.
Usually, I don’t like too much internal stimulation, but this is nice. In fact, my cunt feels empty, aching. I want more.
“Good girl,” he says, and it triggers another pulse of pleasure in my groin.
“You’re being so good for me,” he murmurs and pushes his fingers deeper inside me. “One day you’re going to take all of me here. You’ll have to stretch to take me, though. It’ll hurt and you’re going to love it.”
I’m panting, working up to orgasm again just from his voice. He’s touching me so intimately; no one’s ever been this close to me. It’s scary and exhilarating.
“You said you’d punish me.” Back in the graveyard. I glance down at the foot of the bed, where he’s placed a skein of rope and a polished wooden box that might hold all sorts of torture implements.
“I don’t need those things to punish you. I don’t need anything to dominate you.” He holds my eyes as he licks my taste from his fingers. And then when he pushes them against my lips, I open my mouth and do the same.
“I want you to cum for me again. And I’m going to sleep beside you, all night. If you try anything, you will regret it. But if you keep being good…” He strokes my folds lightly, and I sigh as my pleasure rises.
In no time, he has me panting again. He tells me about the things at the foot of the bed—the rope, the gag, the nipple clamps. “They’ll pinch like this,” he says and closes a thumb and forefinger around my left nipple. The pain sends a pulse of desire between my legs.
My mouth falls open. I can’t believe I’m responding like this. Then he flips me over to my front and smacks my ass. I shriek into the pillow, but he follows it up with a deep massage. “So perfect for me.” His thumbs run up the length of my spine. Goddess help me, I’m putty in his hands.
He makes me cum again with one hand shoved between me and the bed and the other clamped on the back of my neck, pushing my face into the pillow. I can’t decide whether I like this way better than the first.
By the time he grinds the base of his palm into my clit, grounding me, I’m boneless in the bed. He turns me back over and arranges me on the pillow, and I’m too limp to move.
“You earned this.” He stands up and shoves his boxers down. His dick springs free. That bulge was not lying. He’s big and long, and it hurts just to look at.
“You can’t touch it. Not yet. But that’s it, lick your lips for me.”
He’s still ordering me around. It should be annoying, but every command makes my body pulse with need.
He brushes his fingers against my sex and uses the moisture to wet his dick. It’s so hot, I’m trembling. I watch him fist himself, jerking off. The muscles in his arm and chest ripple and flex. I can’t look away.
Finally, he plants one knee on the bed and lets his cum spurt onto me. I gasp, but it’s too late. He’s already sprayed onto my belly, a few drops glazing the shallow between my breasts.
I can’t believe he came on me. I touch the pearly substance. It’s still warm from his body but rapidly cooling.
He puts his hand on my belly and rubs it in. The look on his face is reverent. “There. Now we can go to sleep.”