Chapter 15 #2
“Not yet, princesa. You come when I say.”
She whines in frustration, but her eyes burn with need—need that's all for me.
God, she’s fucking perfection.
I push her onto the bed, spreading her thighs wide. The panties strain, and I don’t hesitate to rip the flimsy material in half, throwing the strips aside.
“You won’t be needing those,” I say, flashing her a mischievous grin.
My cock strains against my pants, aching, but I ignore it. This is about her suffering sweetly for me first.
Leaning down, I lick her inner thigh, teasing closer to her core without touching. She writhes, her hands fisting the sheets.
“Zane… I need you.”
I hover my mouth over her pussy, breath hot against her slick skin.
“Tell me who owns this,” I demand.
“You do,” she gasps. “You and the others.”
Fuck, yes, we do.
Satisfied, I finally lap at her, my tongue flat and firm against her clit.
She bucks up, and I hold her hips down, sucking gently, then flicking fast. Her moans fill the room, her body coiling tight.
I feel her thighs quiver, her pussy fluttering—so close.
She’s so fucking close, and I won’t let her fall over the edge.
Not yet.
I stop, pulling away completely, a wicked grin curling up my lips. “No coming without permission, princesa. You're mine to torment.”
Tears of frustration glisten in her eyes, but she nods, submissive and obsessed with pleasing me as much as I am with her.
I stand, pulling my shirt over my head.
Ellie gasps, the noise soft and laced with surprise, and I have to bite down on my laughter.
“You like this?” I ask, tossing my shirt aside. I bring a hand to my chest, where Ellie’s name has been tattooed directly over my heart. “I got this shortly before we arrived here.”
“Zane…” Her eyes glisten with emotion.
“You own me, princesa,” I tell her, for once not smiling. I want her to see how dead fucking serious I am. “You own every piece of me. It seems only fair that I put your name on my skin.”
“I love you so fucking much,” she whimpers.
“I love you too. More than anything. Now…” I quickly strip myself of the rest of my clothes. My cock springs free, hard and throbbing, precum beading at the tip. She eyes it hungrily, licking her lips.
“Suck me,” I command, climbing onto the bed and kneeling over her.
She takes me into her mouth eagerly, her lips wrapping around my shaft, her tongue swirling the head.
I groan, threading my fingers through her hair, guiding her deeper. She bobs, hollowing her cheeks, taking me to the back of her throat. The sight of her like this—my cock disappearing between her plump, pink lips—drives me wild.
But I won't let myself go either. Not yet.
I pull out just as the pressure builds, leaving us both denied.
“On your hands and knees,” I order.
She obeys, ass up, pussy glistening and exposed. I position myself behind her, rubbing my cock along her slit, coating myself in her wetness.
“This cunt is mine today, Ellie. No one else fills it. Not Dominic. Not Beckett. Not Landon or Ryker. Only me.”
I push in slowly, inch by inch, savoring her tight heat gripping me. She wiggles her hips with an impatient grunt, wanting more, but I hold her still, buried deep without moving.
I stay like that, letting her feel me pulse inside her, my hands roaming her back, squeezing her ass. She's panting, clenching around me, desperate for friction.
“Please, fuck me,” she pleads.
I can never deny her. Never. I’m hers to do with as she commands. Her monster. Her beast. Her psychopath. Her darkness.
I start thrusting, shallow at first, then harder, slamming into her. The slapping of skin echoes, her moans turning to cries. I reach around, fingers on her clit, rubbing in time with my hips.
She's close again—I can tell by the way she tightens, her body shaking.
I slow, almost stopping, drawing it out.
“Not yet. Hold it for me,” I growl. I pull out entirely, flipping her onto her back. I want to see her face, watch every expression as I edge her senseless.
Straddling her chest, I feed my cock back into her mouth, fucking her throat gently while pinching her nipples. She gags a little, eyes watering, but she takes it. I think she loves being used by me almost as much as I do by her.
After a few thrusts, I slide down, aligning with her entrance again. This time, I enter her in one smooth stroke, and her legs wrap around my waist instinctively.
I pound into her, relentless, my mouth claiming hers in a bruising kiss.
“Mine,” I murmur between thrusts. “Forever mine.”
Her nails dig into my shoulders, her pussy fluttering wildly. I feel her teetering on the brink and slow to a grind, circling my hips to hit her deep without letting her tip over.
“Zane, I can't— Please let me come,” she whimpers.
I shake my head, sweat dripping down my back. “One more time, Ellie. My princesa. Show me how much you need me.”
I build her up again, thrusting faster, fingers rubbing her clit furiously. She's a mess, babbling my name, body arching off the bed.
I stop once more, hovering on the edge myself now, cock twitching inside her. The denial is torture for me, too, but it's worth it to see her break for me. Finally, after the third edge, I can't hold back. “Come now, Ellie. Come on my cock—it's all for you. Only ever for you.”
She shatters, screaming my name, pussy convulsing around me in waves. The sight, the feel, pushes me over.
I thrust deep, spilling into her, growling possessively as I fill her up.
“Mine…all mine.”
We collapse together, bodies slick and spent, but even in the afterglow, I hold her close.
She's obsessed with me, and I'm utterly consumed by her—my perfect, eternal possession.