Chapter 18 Mikail
MIKAIL
From the moment I understood the world I was born into, I knew heaven was unattainable.
But her hot pussy makes me believe I am in paradise.
She grips me so well that I want to live inside her and never resurface.
The pleasure is exquisite and just as decadent as my need to possess her luscious body.
A groan tumbles out of my mouth, making me want to keep her in my bed and never let her go.
She clutches the sheet, lost in the haze of pleasure, eyes glassy.
I want to drive her as crazy as she makes me feel. I strive for control in every aspect of my life. But even now as I control her body, she holds the reins, leaving me to grasp onto flimsy ropes.
I want to consume her, take her apart, and put her back together—mold her to me until nothing could ever separate us.
Only I will see her abandoning herself to the throes of passion. The decision seals my life. I’d rather be dead than let anyone else have her. It’s final. She’s mine. To love and fuck into oblivion.
Her eyes roll in her sockets as I continue my assault on her body, bringing her to the edge repeatedly. I would kill anyone who would ever make her cry, but fuck, I must be a sick bastard relishing in her tears as I take her.
Licking her face, I rasp, “Cry for me, my beautiful baby girl. Let me see what my cock does to you.”
“Please, let me come.” Her sweet plea almost undoes me, but I want her to learn to come on my command, knowing the pleasure will feel incredible.
I want to see that mindless look where there’s nothing on her mind. No past, no worries, no thoughts.
“Not yet. Be my good girl and hold it in,” I tell her, just like I remind myself.
She bites her lip so hard she might draw blood.
“Don’t break the skin or you won’t like the consequences,” I warn her.
She rolls her eyes at me, my spoiled girl, but nods, making me so proud of her.
In this moment, I am her god, and God knows, everywhere else she’s my only faith. The belief I will die defending, like it’s the only true religion.
Switching from hard and fast to slow and deliberate, feeding her my cock inch by inch until she cries out, begging for a release. She thrashes in the sheets, her head snapping from side to side—delirious.
I pinch her clit and then rub it in gentle circles, causing her chest to arch before she drops onto the bed.
“You’re doing so well. I’m so proud of you.”
I continue edging her until she might pass out, but I still have things planned for her.
I bend over her, dragging her bottom lip through my teeth. “Come.”
She explodes, constricting so hard, her pussy might decapitate my cock. A pleasure like nothing I’ve ever experienced before rushes through me, and I go blind for a second.
Her chest rises with her ragged breaths, looking unfocused as if not knowing what happened. That reaction motivates me to edge her more than the need to dominate. To offer her unbounded pleasure is my greatest motivation.
I pull out my cock, steel hard and drenched in her juices. Not wasting her succulent release, I grip her ass cheeks and eat her out like I am starved, and she’s an all-you-can-eat buffet—overindulging is the rule.
She hisses, being sensitive after sex, but she will learn to come as many times as I demand.
I tongue fuck her pussy before I drag it lower, spitting in the crack of her ass. I will take that hole as well. Soon. Claim her for good. Make her completely mine.
Rising over her, she sucks in a breath as I guide my cock to her asshole. That hole puckers as if inviting me in. I would never take her unprepared. I just need to prepare her mentally.
I slide my cock between her ass cheeks. The suggestive sight threatens to undo me. “Breathe, baby girl.”
Lowering my face, I pepper kisses over her tiny nipples. I suck on each hard and swollen peak as my thumb slips into her ass, and she instinctively stiffens.
“Relax for me. Can you do that? I’d rather kill myself than hurt you.”
She nods, her face radiating with utmost trust. I would rather die than jeopardize her faith in me.
“Fuck, how I need your ass,” I groan, lust owning every fiber of my being.
“Then take it,” she breathes out.
I chuckle, biting one nipple. “I decide when.”
Rolling her onto her hands and knees, my gaze follows the slender curve of her back and that heart-shaped ass that turns me into a madman.
I bite into one cheek then the other, overcome by the sheer necessity to mark her.
My teeth marks will fade though, filling my head with even more dangerous thoughts of marking her permanently.
“Are you on birth control?” I rasp.
I have come inside her so many times in the past days, but it’s only now that the thought has crossed my mind.
She looks at me over her shoulder and nods. “Yeah, since then…”
The thought should mollify me, but it does the opposite, and I crack my neck to calm down.
In one hard thrust, I bottom out inside of her to appease the madness flowing through my veins. Groans and moans mix in a frenzied carnal symphony.
I fuck her hard and deep; the intensity makes sweat gather at the back of my nape and roll down my spine.
I feed her my index finger. “Suck on it.”
Pulling it out of her luscious mouth, I bring my thick digit to her ass and push it in to my knuckle.
“So full,” she murmurs.
My innocent girl. This is nothing. But she’ll discover that soon enough.
“Yeah, with my cock in your pussy and my finger in your ass?” I grunt, fucking myself back in her fiery core.
“You’re so crass.”
“Just stating facts. You’re the one thoroughly fucked and stuffed, wanting even more. It makes my little slut horny when I take what I want?”
She shivers, moaning, and that’s my answer.
I push my middle finger in and out of her ass, the ring of muscles giving in, having no way but to accept the intrusion. Her head hangs as I drive in and out of her tight hole.
Snaking my hand between her legs, I rub her clit, aware it will be her breaking point. She shakes so badly while I continue to deny her orgasm until she breaks apart, crying out my name and panting.
Looking into her blown-out pupils, I shake my head at her. “Bad girl. And bad girls get punished.”
“Worth it…and I really couldn’t hold it anymore.” She’s the perfect mix of minx and demure, doing inexplicable things to me.
My life starts and ends with her.
My heart lies in her palm.
She can take care of it or squeeze the fragile organ to death. It’s hers to do whatever she pleases.
My balls get heavy with the impending release, coming inside of her. It’s so much, the cum leaks out of her, making her thighs and the sheets a sticky mess.
“Turn on your stomach,” I command, my voice hoarse.
Bending over to the drawer, I pull out a small plug and some lube.
She will hate me for this tomorrow, but I take full advantage of her endorphin fueled state.
Caressing down her spine, she lies flat on her belly, sleep pulling at her lids. That ends the moment I squirt the lube in the crack, and she stirs.
I hold her down by pressing my palm into her back. “I have to prepare this ass for my cock first.”
She pokes her tongue out, being so damn adorable. “That was your plan all along.”
I smirk, focusing on the small plug with a diamond stud on the handle. Only the best for my woman. The plug has a velvety touch, designed to emulate my cock with the ridges and everything.
She will find that out in the next few days.
I play with her ass until she’s comfortable, then I place the toy at her hole. She sucks in a breath before expelling it.
“Good girl. Relax and open up.”
She must have been custom-made to fulfill my every dark fantasy because her delicate hands splay on her ass. She spreads her ass cheeks, helping me get her puckered hole ready for me—my perfect girl.
I talk her through the process, my other hand gliding over her side to take her mind off the plug penetrating her asshole.
“Push against it, baby girl.”
She does, clenching her jaw but pushing as I caress down her back. “You’re doing great.”
Her brows furrow. “I feel it.”
“As you should.”
“It’s strange…”
“You’ll get used to it.” I groan and bury it inside her, eager for my cock to replace it. Soon, but I would wait forever before hurting her.
Once it’s in, I smile at the perfect view. “A diamond decorating my woman’s asshole.”
I tilt her head so she can see herself in the mirror. The diamond stud sparkles in her ass, and she blushes a fiery red as I pick up my phone from the nightstand and snap a pic of her jeweled and plugged ass.
Then I clean her and lie beside her, pulling her to my chest.
She squirms, the discomfort surely setting in.
“Don’t even try it. It will stay inside of you until I take it out.”
Just to take her mind off it, I kiss her, brushing my knuckles along her side.
Soon after, she falls asleep, but I don’t find rest even though I am exhausted. Thoughts plague me. The invisible clock suspended over my head could as well be a guillotine.
While sleep eludes me, she snores lightly next to me. It eases my sour mood, and as I gaze at this woman—my woman, all I want is to make her happy, to fulfill her every dream.
I pluck my phone from the nightstand, knowing exactly where we will go next.
With that thought, I close my eyes, but not for long, as if I am cursed to pay for every ounce of happiness with the same nightmare.
My best friend points the gun at me and pulls the trigger, but not before shouting at me. “You traitor. I trusted you.”
Shooting up in bed, my chest heaves with my ragged breathing.
I drag a hand down my face, erasing the sweat gathered on my forehead. It was just a nightmare, but it could very well be a premonition of what awaits me.
I shake my head as if to dispel the image stuck in my head.
The sun’s rays slowly creep through the darkness, dancing on her lids. She looks at peace, her delicate features relaxed. In my bed. Next to me. Her lashes flutter, and I rush to pull the curtains so she can rest some more.