Chapter 15 Selene #3
I press myself into the wall, heart racing a thousand times faster when he stops right in front of me. Before I get the chance to say anything, he whisks me up and hoists me over his shoulder. Then a loud spank sounds on my ass.
Fuck!
“You fucking broke all of my rules, Princess. Let’s see how well you take the consequences.”
My breath catches. Heat rushes down my spine like wildfire, igniting every nerve in my body as Cortez turns, still holding me slung over his shoulder like I weigh nothing. I can’t help the blush that flushes my cheeks when he stalks down the hallway and out…in the open.
Shit.
The blinding light of cameras snapping greets us outside. I can already imagine the headlines tomorrow. He opens the door to the car, tosses me inside, and then enters himself. Once the door slams shut, the driver zooms off.
I stupidly try to shuffle away from him, but a firm grip on my waist stops me. The way he holds my gaze, angry and dark, lets me know that his strokes would leave me unable to walk for days.
I clench my thighs together, and his nostrils flare.
“Come here,” he growls, yanking me so that I’m straddling him.
I whimper just as he slams his lips against mine, pushing his hard bulge against my core.
Lust crazes my senses as I dig my hands into his hair, kissing back with equal fervor.
His hand leaves my waist, and then the soft whir of a motor from behind temporarily distracts me.
I turn just enough to catch a thick, dark glass rising from behind the front seat, partitioning us from the driver.
His hand returns to my hips and his lips catch mine with a groan.
I don’t know how much time we spend kissing until I feel the car come to a halt. Cortez carries me bridal style up the staircase, mouth never leaving mine. Then he puts me down and I feel my back being pressed against a wall. His thigh wedges between mine, hiking my dress up my hips.
“You’ve been a bad, bad girl,” he rasps in my ear, trailing his mouth over my clothed breasts until he sinks to his knees. My head falls back just from the heat that pools in my core.
“Do you know what happens to bad girls like you?” His hand slides underneath my dress, bunching it around my hips. I shut my eyes as he places a kiss on my pussy through my thong.
Then a sharp spank to my ass forces my eyes open.
“I ask a question. You answer,” his raw gaze freezes me in place. It takes willpower to shake my head slowly.
“No,” I breathe.
“You’re about to find out,” he smirks as his teeth latch onto my thong and pull it down swiftly.
I instantly hold his head for balance when I feel his breath against my pussy lips.
The thought that anyone could see us in this hallway briefly crosses my mind, but there’s no time to dwell on it when his warm lips engulf my core.
“Ooohh!” I moan, tugging at his hair. He hangs a leg over his shoulder and dives even deeper, his tongue collapsing every corner of my walls.
My legs quake, and just when I’m about to cum, he stops. In one swift movement, he carries me again, and we’re in his room. I barely have time to take in the dark grey ambiance when he places me on a chair.
One by one, he removes each piece of clothing until I’m left bare. Then he whispers in my ear.
“I’m going to do bad things to you, Princess. I want you to stop me if I go too far.”
I gulp, nodding weakly. He pinches my nipples and I gasp.
“Words.”
“Okay,” I breathe. A wicked smile stretches his lips as he turns and disappears into his closet. He comes back with a medium sized box.
Anticipation tangles my stomach in knots as he repositions me so that I’m straddling the chair. The chair is simple—no arms. I hear the box open and feel cold metal cuffs clamping my hands behind me, and another pair cuffing both feet to either leg of the chair.
He appears before me with some kind of…clamps—I think—and fastens them to both of my nipples. OK! Then he walks behind me. An exciting shiver runs through my body at the quiet that descends. I can’t lie, I like this—the thought of not knowing what to expect and feeling helpless.
Before I know it, a whip slashes across my ass, painful, but when his hands rub soothingly, I bite back a moan.
“Lift yourself an inch and don’t move,” he commands. I oblige, a shiver of pleasure tensing my muscles to hold in position. There’s silence for a moment again before I feel his fingers slither between my slick folds from behind.
“So wet for me,” he rumbles deeply. My eyes flutter shut and my heart pumps ten times faster as my muscles now strain to hold me in position. Desperate for some sort of friction, I grind against his fingers, and the whip flashes sharply across my ass again.
Fuck.
“I said don’t move,” he growls. His hand still between my folds, the tingles from the whip create a burst of pleasure in my chest. It’s hard not to move.
His hand disappears from my pussy, and then I feel the tip of something cool and rounded pressing against my entrance. It definitely feels like a dildo. I moan loudly as it stretches my walls in a delicious intrusion.
“So fucking perfect,” he purrs. “Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?”
“N-No.” My voice comes out as a breathy whisper.
“It’s Sir to you now,” he grunts, roughly shoving the toy even deeper.
A breathy moan escapes my lips as my pussy clenches. “No, Sir,” I whimper.
“You look so fucking beautiful, Selene.”
The muscles in my thighs ache as he continues thrusting, each stroke sending a ripple of pleasure within me. The clamps tug mercilessly at my nipples, my legs trembling until I feel a pull on my hair—firm enough to remind me who’s in charge.
“Your legs are shaking,” he whispers, still relentlessly thrusting the toy into me. “Getting tired already, Princess?”
I lean forward to accommodate even more of the toy. “No, Sir.”
His hand moves to my neck, and he growls roughly, “Bounce.”
I waste no time bouncing, unable to help the moan that rips my throat as my breasts bounce in tandem. He removes the dildo and slams it back into me. My back arches, my mouth curving in an inaudible whimper as I ride relentlessly, desperate for a release.
Knots tangle my stomach, and a release almost breaks my spine.
“Sir!” I cry, bouncing even harder, and suddenly the dildo is removed. Oh…Fuck!
“I’ve not asked you to cum yet.” He slowly rises and circles me. The same wicked smile slipping onto his lips. I trail my eyes over his massive erection as my breath comes out in short, heavy pants.
He plops to his knees by my side then starts to trail kisses along the inside of my thigh. I suck in a sharp breath when he gets dangerously close to my pussy.
“Please, Sir,” I whimper. The ache in my thighs combined with the fire in my core maddens me.
“What do you want?”
I bite my lips. “I want you to fuck me. I want to cum.”
His nostrils flare, and I can tell I’m pushing the limits of his restraint. He stares at me for a moment and lets out, in a gravelly voice, “Stay still.”
Abruptly, he stands and disappears behind me, then he reappears with a vibrator.
“You have to earn what you want, Princess,” he rasps, then pushes the small wand between my thighs, whirring against my clit while his other hand works the dildo into me from behind.
Breath pulls out of my lips in a strangled moan. I want to move. To grind. I desperately want him buried deep within me. I struggle to stay still, my senses all over the place as I cry in a mix of desperation, pleasure, and pain.
My body convulses as squirt spills from my pussy, and just when I think I’m about to pass out, he stops. He then loses all the cuffs in a flash.
Hurriedly, he picks me up from the chair and tosses me on the bed, face down. My legs are limp and weak, but I arch, doggy style, and release something between a gasp and a moan when he slams into me, wild and devastating. All hard, eight inches full of him.
His grip tightens on my hips as he moves with maddening strokes, his balls slapping against my ass. My body trembles and my lips quiver as he drives me to the gates of heaven and back.
“Don’t hold back baby. Let me hear you scream,” he growls roughly, spanking my ass with increased thrust. The clamps on my nipples sway with every movement.
I moan in response as he angles his cock and repeatedly—and skillfully—hits my G-spot.
“Cortez!” I cry.
“That’s it. Take it all like a good girl.” His voice breaks with heavy breath, and the sheer rawness of it sends my body into a spiral.
I feel the crash of my orgasm, sending a hot wave of tremors throughout my body. I’m out of breath as weakness seizes me, but he keeps going, slamming thrust after thrust into me until he stiffens and pulls out to release on my back.
“Oh, fuck!” His breath is ragged as he spasms above me.