Chapter 18 #3
It’s hypnotizing to see her grind and buck into my touch, the way her muscles go taught and her eyes beg me for relief. She wants to come so badly, needs it , but again, I pull away at the last minute.
The only way she’s coming tonight is with me deep inside her, and she still has a little more to take before that happens.
“Four more.”
I switch to the other thigh, mastering my need and hers at once. Every harsh thwack of the ruler brings more tears, more squirming, and muffled whines, but she’s close to the end now and she wants her prize.
When there’s only one left, I meet her eyes, pressing the flat strip of wood to her swollen cunt. The flash of fear tells me she knows exactly what I have planned, but the room is silent apart from our ragged breathing.
The slap of the ruler meeting her wet pussy is the most erotic noise I’ve ever heard, but the muffled cry and shallow, panicked breaths from the gorgeous woman tied up for me are better. “I’m so proud of you, baby.” My hands move to her ankles, releasing them from their bindings.
Without giving her time to recover, I flip her over onto her belly, effortlessly arranging her so her ass is in the air and her face is resting on the pillows.
I can see the red marks on her thighs and pussy.
Later I’ll rub them, kiss them, and treat her like the treasure she is, but right now I’m going to give her what she needs.
I shove my boxers down and kick them across the floor, crawling onto the bed behind her.
Gripping myself roughly, I slide the head of my cock through her wet heat, aligning it with her clenching entrance.
She’s only taken my full length with quite a bit more prep than this, but I’m too impatient to hold back anything.
Fisting her hair in one hand and holding her hip steady with another, I punch forward, biting my tongue to keep myself from groaning in pleasure as I sheath myself inside her.
Blood rushes in my ears as Delta bucks beneath me, instinctively trying to find more space for the too-big cock she was just impaled with. It has to be uncomfortable, but she still makes no move to end this.
My dirty girl is wetter than usual, dripping from two almost-orgasms and how turned on she got from being bound, gagged, and spanked with the ruler I once used for physics homework.
“You’re not getting anything I don’t give you,” I remind her as she tries to rock herself over my length, reaching down to spank her striped inner thigh threateningly.
Her cunt tightens over my shaft at the unexpected flair of pain, but she stops moving, her legs trembling against mine as I stay lodged inside her.
“Such a good girl.” My hands tighten on her hips, and I begin.
My thrusts are deep and measured, aimed right at her g-spot.
Within a minute she’s shaking all over again, and when I gather more of her wetness on my thumb, smoothing it in circles over her asshole, her orgasm is so intense it seems to last twice as long as usual.
I’m ridiculously turned on. My balls throb with how full they are, but she’s going to take more before this is over.
Pulling out, I flip her back over and fall over her, ripping the panties out of her mouth and muffling her cry with a hungry kiss as I re-enter her poor, abused cunt. “Too much?” I grunt, my thrusts losing their controlled, steady pace.
Delta shakes her head, panting. “No, oh my god, no. I’m gonna come—” Her words are slurred, and I get it. I’m drunk on this too, floating on the power I just yielded and the pleasure of her body taking mine .
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know we’re being too loud. If anyone is walking by the attic door, they’ll know what we’re up to, but I can’t bring myself to give a shit.
I’m getting close, my orgasm is burning hot and urgent at the base of my spine, and this time I won’t stop. Shoving a hand between our bodies, I find her swollen clit, pinching it.
Her orgasm is instantaneous and powerful, her inner walls clamping down on my shaft, milking the cum right out of me.
I groan into her damp neck, unable to do more than pump into her in shallow, jerky thrusts. “Fuck, oh god baby, I’m coming?—”
“Inside me,” Delta rasps, trembling beneath me as she comes down. Her hands find my face, and she begs, “please come inside me, oh my god , please Brooks?—”
Reaching back to grab her thigh, I pull it high, driving my length deeper for one last thrust before I rip myself free, spurting over her mound and belly.
Fuck.
It’s all I can do to hold myself up and not crush her as the energy drains out of me. It’s messed up, but I’m pissed I didn’t finish in her. I’m not sure if I’ve ever wanted anything so badly.
“ Christ ,” I croak, collapsing on the edge of the little bed. “Baby, that was so good. Are you okay?” I reach behind me and find a piece of discarded clothing, using it to wipe my release off her skin.
Delta nods, curling close to me with a happy sigh as soon as I have her cleaned up. “I’m perfect.”
Fuck yes, she is.
“Let me look at you.” I force myself to sit back up, running my hand over the angry red marks slashed over her inner thighs. Her pussy is pink and puffy too, and her ass has my handprint on it.
Delta hums sleepily, her eyes fluttering shut. “Will I survive, Doctor Harrison? If so, when am I fit to do that all over again?”
I chuckle, heart so fucking full, as I unfold the quilt at the end of the bed and pull it over our naked bodies. “You might be fit, but I’m not. Ask me in the morning.”
Exhaustion is blurring the edges of my vision and on the pillow beside me, Delta’s breathing is already slowing. I don’t want tonight to be over, though. I trace my thumb over her full bottom lip, gazing at her in unrestrained awe.
“Are you still awake?”
Her lips curl, but she doesn’t open her eyes. “Mostly.”
I swallow the tightness in my throat, unable to stop looking at her even for a moment. I want to remember how she looks right now for the rest of my life. “Do you want to get married?”
One eye cracks open to meet mine, and the soft, lazy smile widens. “Really?”
“Yeah,” I nod, my chest tight with emotion. This is a terrible proposal. I don’t have a ring or a speech memorized about how much she means to me, but apparently Delta doesn’t need any of that.
She nods, and her fingers weave through my own on the pillow between us. “Okay. I want to do it soon, though. Before spring.”
“Okay,” I agree, because that seems right. “We’ll get married before spring.”