Chapter 11 #3
He pressed in barely an inch when a soft rustle sounded from the shadows with a quiet moan. Nothing loud or obtrusive, but enough to split my attention, creating a small enough fissure for an unwanted memory to slip through.
“You mind if we jack off?” one of my boyfriend’s friends asked.
“Go ahead, bro,” he answered, rocking me harder on his lap.
“Hell, yeah. We get a live show,” another said, getting his dick out.
The excitement I’d started with, putting on a discreet show with my boyfriend, faded, making me a little uncomfortable, but I didn’t want to stop. I wanted to lose myself to the thrill of the moment. So, I focused on my boyfriend.
“I bet her orgasm is so much wilder in person.”
“I can’t wait to hear her screams right next to me. Better than the videos.”
“Yeah, it’s the closest you’ll get to fucking her yourself.”
“Wait, what?” I asked, his friends’ comments pulling me from my buzz. “What videos?”
“It’s nothing, Aspen,” my boyfriend said, trying to pull my top down. “Come on, babe. Show ‘em your tits.”
I held my shirt to my chest. “You said under our clothes so they wouldn’t see.”
“We’ve seen it all anyway,” one of the guys taunted, stroking himself.
“What the hell does that mean?” I screeched, trying to get off my boyfriend’s lap, not wanting to play at exhibitionism anymore.
“Aspen. Stop.”
“No. You stop. I want to stop.”
“Hey, bro. You promised us a live show tonight,” one of his friends accused.
“What? What do you mean?” I couldn’t keep up. None of this made sense. All I knew was that I wanted to stop.
But when I pushed off of my boyfriend’s chest to get up, he wrapped his arm around my waist and pinned me to him, his other hand shackling my wrists behind my back.
“Stop being such a prude, Aspen,” he said, his voice annoyed and harder than I had ever heard. “They just want to see me fuck you until you come.”
“What? No. Absolutely not.”
But it didn’t matter what I said.
He took from me anyway.
“Aspen.” Lucian’s hard voice penetrated the memory.
A cold sweat prickled down my spine, and I blinked, refocusing on the dark gaze in front of me. “I-I—”
“Shh, baby. Look at me. Be with me.”
“I-I don’t know if I c-can,” I whispered, highly aware of others watching.
He cupped my face and stroked his thumb along my cheek, partially blocking the audience’s view.
“I know you can,” he assured. “I wouldn’t have done this if I didn’t think you’d like it.
I wouldn’t have offered you this chance to remember how powerful you are—how desirable and confident you are—if I didn’t believe it myself.
Like I said before, I don’t take anything for you.
I’m only offering the option for you to take this power back for yourself.
So, princess, will you take it? Will you make this your own? ”
His faith in me swelled until it filled my chest, crowding out everything else—the fear, the doubt, the past, until there was no space left for anything other than believing in myself, too.
I rolled my lips between my teeth, trapping the emotion growing inside me.
Swallowing hard, I closed my eyes and breathed through the tears threatening to spill.
When I opened them again, I settled for the only thing I could give him—a look that conveyed how much I was falling for him.
“Okay. I want this.”
“Why?” he asked, his gaze unyielding.
“Because it’s mine.”
“Good girl.” Pride softened the dark edge of his eyes to a rich brown. “Color?”
“Green.”
“And what if I call you wild?” he asked, his eyes conveying how much he liked the idea of me being whatever I needed to be—even if it was wild.
“Green,” I answered, strong and determined.
He hummed low in his chest before slowly rocking forward and back, sliding deeper and deeper with each push. “Eyes on me, princess.”
“Yes, Sir,” I whimpered.
What started as slow, steady movements shifted to hard, powerful thrusts that had me crying out each time his hips snapped to mine.
The slant of the couch held me at an angle that had Lucian going deeper, brushing against spots I didn’t know existed.
He braced his feet against the floor and wrapped my legs around his waist, grinding against my clit with each forceful thrust.
Nothing existed other than this. Whenever my mind tried to notice a noise from the crowd, I focused back on us and the sounds our bodies made coming together. The slap of his skin against mine, the wet glide of his cock fucking my cunt, his grunts and my moans—all of it like music just for us.
“Yes, baby,” he growled. “Scream for me. Let me hear how much you love the way I fuck this pussy.”
“Yes. Yes,” I cried out shamelessly. I gave in to what my body wanted, trusting Lucian to take care of everything else.
“Fuck. You’re so fucking wet for me.”
“Lucian.” His name fell like a plea, but I didn’t know what I was begging for.
“I’ve got you, princess.”
He pushed deep and swirled his hips, ripping another scream from my throat. I’d be hoarse by the end of the night, and I couldn’t wait—like a bruise that would remind me of the pleasure for days later.
He leaned over and tugged the cup of my top aside to suck my nipple, flicking his tongue along the tip before gliding up my neck to my ear, where he whispered the filthiest words, taunting me to either give into my past or reclaim my future.
“They’re watching you, Aspen.”
“They’re listening to your tight wet cunt suck me in, begging me to never leave.”
“They’re watching me fuck my cock deeper and deeper inside you.”
“They’re watching your pussy leak all over my cock.”
“They’re listening to you scream like a slut.”
“They’re listening to you go wild.”
“They’re watching you lose control.”
My heart lurched into my throat, knowing he intentionally chose those final words to push me. I turned my head, meeting his heavy gaze, and my heart settled back to where it belonged. His hips slowed, giving me an opportunity to catch my breath and choose how I’d let those words affect me.
But I’d already made my choice. I’d made it months ago when I walked into his office and asked him to spank me. I chose to trust him, and I’d choose it again and again.
Leaning close, I flicked my tongue across his lips and purred, “Good.”
An animalistic growl rumbled deep in his chest, and then he was fucking me like a freight train. His thrusts grew so hard and powerful that they pushed me up the curve of the chair until he stood, and my head hung off the back.
I was so fucking close to coming, but the new angle lacked friction against my clit. Needing more, I reached my hand between us, only to have him slap it away.
“Not yet,” he panted. “Me first.”
“What?” I screeched. Lucian always made sure I came multiple times before he did. My shock increased more when he pulled out, guiding me back to the middle dip of the chair and stood over me. I stared up at him with wide eyes, an aching need pulsing in my core. “What the fuck?” I rasped.
He roughly tugged my top down, baring my breasts. One hand fisted around his cock, jerking fast and hard while the other pinched and twisted my nipples. “Need to come on these tits.”
Again, the past slammed into me, harder than before, squeezing the air from my lungs. My limbs trembled as more memories tried to claw their way through. Defeat and frustration warred over how quickly my mind betrayed me until a scream to stop threatened to explode free.
Lucian cupped my cheek, gently tipping my head back to look at him, giving me his molten gaze to latch onto and reel myself in with.
His eyes stared down at me with a mixture of arousal, hope, and more adoration than he could hide.
The honest emotions crashed over me like a wave washing me clean, so powerful that I couldn’t do anything other than give in to it.
I gripped the edges of the couch with shaking hands and arched my back. I chose this. I took this. I wanted this, and I wanted it with him.
As if he’d been waiting for my approval, his strokes grew faster and more intent, his eyes never straying from mine.
In less than a minute, his mouth parted with a guttural moan, and he jerked thick ropes of cum across my chest. I absorbed his pleasure, craving the warm splashes against my skin, loving the way he wiped the last drops across my nipples.
When he finished, his body sagged forward, catching himself with his hand beside my head. Despite not having gotten off, satisfaction still wove through my veins, leaving me content with the night.
Except, apparently, Lucian wasn’t done.
In the next instant, he snapped into action, gripping my thighs and hoisting my hips nearly to the top of the arch with my head dangling over the back.
He leaned forward and buried his face between my thighs, shoving his tongue deep.
I moaned, driving my hands into his hair.
With an arm atop my waist, he held me steady as his fingers replaced his tongue, fucking me hard while he tortured my clit.
I gasped, panting for breath, back on the edge of coming. He ate my pussy like a starving man, using his teeth, tongue, and lips.
Moisture poured from me, sliding down the curves of my bottom where he followed with his fingers. I tensed, never having been touched there before, but then his tongue swirled again, and I forgot everything but the pleasure building higher and higher.
“Lucian,” I screamed when his finger breached the opening of my ass, easily slipping in and out with all the lubrication he pulled from me.
He added a second finger, sliding deeper, creating a sharp sensation that exploded through my center.
“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I panted.
I writhed on the arch of the couch, hanging on the precipice of losing myself completely. Every nerve in my body vibrated with the need to come until I thought I’d shatter if I didn’t release.
“Give to me, princess. Be a good girl and come for me. Show them how wild you can be.”