Chapter 28 August 25, 2024
Steel
How long they lay clutched in each other’s arms, he wasn’t sure.
But as had always been the case, whenever she was close to him, his body reacted strongly to her.
His cock liked being this close to her, and because they were so close in size, their bodies lined up perfectly, giving the muscle way too many ideas.
A quiet giggle escaped the woman on his chest, and she shifted against him, causing his cock to harden further. When she wiggled a second time, certain she was doing it on purpose, he spanked her ass once. “Stop it. It’s a normal male reaction. I can’t control it.”
“Where’s all that infamous control you always bragged about?” she asked huskily.
His body went hard, and he could feel his old self sliding back into place. The man he’d been before he’d known her. The one he hid from her while they’d been living with his father. The one he’d returned to on the Navy’s special project.
The one she’d only ever seen glimpses of while in his bed.
“You want to see control?”
She inhaled sharply.
Before she could exhale, he had her on her back, straddling her hips, his thighs squeezing her legs together, her wrists clenched together in one hand above her head, his other hand trailing to the vee and the top button of her flannel top.
“I’ll show you control.”
The hand at the neckline of the shirt opened and lay in the space between her breasts. He pushed it along the skin, up to her throat, and before he closed his fingers around it, he rotated his hand so it curled around the nape of her neck instead.
“Leave your hands above your head,” he growled.
She nodded once.
The hand holding hers let go, only to reestablish contact at her waist. Raising his hips an inch, he supported her neck before flipping her onto her stomach, then dropping himself back down so his weight sat on her ass.
He made sure her head was turned to the side on the pillow so she could breathe.
“Unclench your hands and lay them flat beside your head.”
Her breaths were deep and loud, but she wasn’t afraid. This was her aroused. He could feel her hips trying to twitch beneath him, but he’d positioned himself perfectly so she couldn’t move an inch.
“Don’t make me tell you again,” he said.
Her eyes closed, and she exhaled shakily. Finally, her fists unclenched and lay flat beside her head.
Laying his chest to her back, his hands ran across her shoulders, down her biceps, and up her forearms. When they reached her hands, he stopped, laying them directly on top of hers, then ground his cock into her ass until it was nestled between her cheeks, along with the material from her pajama pants.
Only then did he drag his fingers back the way they came.
Over and over, he repeated the pattern, the touch never straying, the pressure never changing, the speed never wavering.
The only thing that changed was that each time he placed his hands atop hers and pushed his hips into hers, forcing the material to drag across her back entrance, he whispered to her in Spanish something he loved about her.
“I love how your eyes become almost black, a thin ring of brown around the pupil when you want me.”
“I love how your long, midnight hair flows across my pillow.”
“I love how it winds around my fist when I fuck your mouth.”
“I love the silky heat of your mouth as you suck me dry.”
“I love how your mouth pouts so pretty when I edge you for hours.”
“I love how dark and dangerous you taste as I fuck your pussy with my tongue.”
“I love your tight, slick walls when I slide my cock deep inside your cunt.”
“I love the moan you let loose when I push my hard cock into your ass.”
“I love how you inhale so deep just before you come.”
“I love the nonsense you call out when you shatter in my arms.”
“I love letting loose inside you, filling you with my cum.”
With his final piece of praise, he stilled, all his weight still pushing between her cheeks, only this time the tip was pressing hard against her hole, as if it could push through the material and enter her right that second.
Slowly, he sat up, letting his fingers trail down her form, lying limply on the mattress. “Stay absolutely still. No matter what, do not move.”
It may have been the words of a threat, but both knew it was more a dark promise of reward if she complied.
He shifted his weight to reach under the mattress, where he stashed his blade at night. Slipping it from between the sheet and the box spring, with the barest of touches, he put the point to the base of her neck.
The fingers of her right hand twitched on the pillow, and the shallow breaths she’d been taking became pants.
If he were face-to-face with her, he knew the air she expelled would be warm and wet, her mouth already producing lubrication for him to slide his cock inside it and fuck her face hard.
She loved to play on the edge of danger, giving into her dark desires that she would deny to everyone else, yet knowing she was safe to indulge with him.
“That’s it,” he crooned. “Let the fear in. Taste it. Savor it.”
She whimpered, a high gasp, barely audible, but his cue that she followed his lead.
Without warning, he pulled the flannel shirt collar off her skin and proceeded to make a clean slice down the back, the two sides falling out of his hands to expose the smooth expanse of her back.
Using the blunt edge of the knife, he drew a curved course between her vertebrae, from the hairline at the top of her neck to the indent at the small of her back.
Turning the blade down and away from her body, he leaned on his fists on the mattress and dragged the flat of his tongue up her spinal column. She tried to buck against him, but couldn’t. Her fingers splayed on the pillow. Soft mewls fell from her mouth.
The key to this game was for her not to move. If she did, she might accidentally nick herself on the tip of the blade, or worse. His famous control allowed him to watch her body, listen to her sounds, and realize when he’d pushed her to the edge. It allowed her to feel safe.
Then, when she reached the end of her ability to stay still, he would put the blade away and fuck her until she was on the edge of consciousness.
“Don’t move, belleza, or the game ends too soon. You know neither of us wants that.”
He felt a tremor race through her body, felt it tickle his balls, and knew without a shadow of a doubt that her pussy had just flooded with arousal. When he cut the pants from her, he’d find the material soaked through to the sheets, and the tops of her thighs slick with her honey.
Way back when, he’d warned her he wasn’t a good man. That he would ruin her.
She hadn’t cared. She allowed him to lure her into his nightmare. Sometimes, she even begged him to do it.
Sitting up on his knees, he pulled the waistband of her pajama pants as far from her skin as he could and brought the knife down, rending the elastic and flannel.
The knife clattered to the floor as he stood at the side of the bed, roughly yanking the ripped material down her legs, but leaving her caught in the shirt underneath her.
“Keep your head and your chest on the bed, but get on your knees. I want that ass high in the air for me.”
She tried to follow his orders, but she was breathing so heavily, already gone with arousal, that she struggled to do as he demanded.
Climbing back onto the bed behind her, he grabbed her hips and helped her into position in the center of the bed.
“Spread your legs for me, Leeza. As far as you can without losing your balance.”
When she’d anchored herself, he looked between her thighs to see a bright sheen from the apex, forming rivulets creeping toward her knees, now that the center of gravity had changed position.
His right hand immediately slid between her folds, gathering her juices, and he brought them backward, tracing around her back entrance.
Trepidation laced her plea. “It’s been too long, Fanso.”
“Shh… You used to trust me.” He kissed her just above the valley of her ass. “Can you trust me again? Trust me to know what you can handle, belleza,” he cajoled.
A long sigh passed between her lips. “I trust you.”
And there it was. The real answer to whether or not they could fight their way back to one another.
She was right. This couldn’t be “fixed.” It could only be rebuilt. That started with trust.
He kissed her hip, murmuring praise, taunting her control, encouraging her to hold on, all without letting his lips leave her skin.
His left hand curled around her hip to the front, slid between her legs, then dragged her slick to her clit. He tapped it twice, lightning quick, then swirled around the tiny nub without touching it.
Meanwhile, his right hand went back to its original intention, making sure to coat his middle finger with her wetness and press against her back entrance again.
This time, he allowed the tip, only up to the first knuckle, to slip inside.
When she moaned at the intrusion, he stopped, reminding her body of what it meant to be touched here once again.
When she settled, he began to ease the tip back and forth, allowing her to get used to the sensations, his other hand still working around her clit to associate the pleasure she felt there with the sensations at her other entrance.
When her whimpers began to ease to something else entirely, he worked the tip in further, as far as the second knuckle. He could tell it pinched based on the hiss of air she sucked in. “Un minuto, belleza. Let me ease it.”
The hand at her front moved between her legs again, this time burying two fingers inside her soaked channel as his thumb spread her fluids around her clit.
At the same time, he kissed his way over the span of her lower back, brought his mouth close to the finger buried inside her from behind, and then allowed the saliva pooling in his mouth to coat his finger and her entrance so his shallow thrusts became smoother.