Chapter 22 #2
"You look so fucking sweet like this, too, baby," I tell her. I run my hand down the curve of her back, and then slap her ass hard. They both yelp, and so I do it again, and this time, I swear I can see Saige's legs shaking.
I knew she liked it when it hurt a little.
I run my thumb over her lips, and she sucks it into her mouth. "You like it when I beat your ass, princess?"
She nods, still sucking my thumb. If I had a better angle, I'd let her choke on my cock. "You're such a good fucking girl, Saige."
I pull my thumb out of her mouth and then spank her again.
"Harder…" she whimpers.
"What do you want, Saige? You want me to smack your ass harder, or do you want Nolan to fuck your pussy harder?"
"…Both."
Nolan wraps her hair around his fist and then places one foot on the bench seat, kicking her legs further apart and pulling back hard while he gives her what she wants, punishing her with his dick.
She looks at me, her eyes desperate—begging—and then I raise my hand and bring it down on her ass, once… twice…
By the third time, she's coming, her entire fucking body shaking while she screams.
It's music to my fucking ears.
"Ahh! Don't stop! Fuck!"
Tears run down her cheeks. I look at the handprint on her ass, and I feel a weird sense of pride.
Mine, I think again.
I'm jealous that Nolan got to fuck her through it. I need him to come; I want my turn to fuck. Watching his hips slam into her, I think about how good it would feel to shove my dick in his ass and fuck him into her. Jesus, I bet he'd come like a fucking faucet. I know I would.
But he didn't say ten. He said nine…maybe.
I reach between his legs, cupping his balls as he slams into her. "How did it feel when she came?" I ask him.
"Fuck…like my dick was in a fucking vise grip."
I slide my other hand down the back of his pants and slip two fingers into his ass, pumping them in and out of him, watching his head drop back and his eyes close.
There you go…come for us.
He practically growls, his pace slowing, but his thrusts maintain the same brutal force as he fills her pussy with cum.
When his body stills, he lingers there for a minute, his dick buried to the hilt, before pulling it out and sitting on the bench seat.
He brings his lips to hers, and her body relaxes.
But not for long. Because now it's my fucking turn.
I don't even think she's expecting it. Her eyes are closed while she smiles, gently toying with Nolan's bottom lip between her teeth.
She should have expected it, though.
"Dax! Fuck!" she cries as I easily slip my dick into her dripping wet cunt.
"Did you think you were going to get a break?" I ask, pumping my cock into her. "Fuck dolls don't get breaks, Saige."
"Good," she moans. "I don't want one."
"That's my fucking girl."
I grab her hair and pull hard, using it to hold her firmly in place while I fuck her raw, spurred on by the way she whimpers each time I slam into her pussy.
Nolan caresses her cheek with the back of his hand. "You're so pretty," he says. Then, he covers her mouth with his, burying her pretty little cries against his lips.
I miss them, but they're for him, too. And I like watching his hands roam over her body while I fuck her. I like him watching my dick sink into her the way he is now.
"I'm getting hard again watching you fuck her," he says.
I groan. "Mmm…you hear that, Saige? No breaks for a fuck doll, princess."
"Fuck…" she whimpers.
"How does his dick feel, baby?"
"So…fucking…good," she cries between thrusts.
Nolan reaches between her legs, and when his fingertips find her clit, she yelps.
"Ahh!"
"Is that too much for you, Saige?"
"No…yes. I'm going to…"
She doesn't finish the sentence before her back arches and she cries out, her pussy clenching around me. It pushes me over the edge, milking the cum from my dick.
"Mmm…fuck yes. Take it all, baby…"
"Dax…"
"I love it when you say my name like that…" I'm still fucking coming. "Fuck…"
I finally let go of her hair and pull out, sitting back on the bench beside her, exhaling heavily. "You're going to fucking kill me, Ripley."
"Don't say that," she pants, catching her breath.
"Poor choice of words, I'm sorry. Come here." I pull her onto my lap and wrap my arms around her, holding her tightly against my chest. "I told you this would be good for you, Saige."
She doesn't answer, but she wraps her arms around my back and rests her head on my shoulder. I run my fingers up and down her bare back, kissing the top of her head.
"Are you tired already, Saige?" Nolan asks.
She shakes her head. "No, I'm not tired. I'm just resting my eyes."
"We should go inside. You can go first and find something to wear," I tell Nolan.
"All right."
Nolan hoists himself out of the hot tub and heads toward the house.
The floors are going to be lethally soaked. Oh well.
Saige sighs before moving from my lap and sitting beside me. Somewhere in the middle of fucking, the sun had set, and I watch her scan the darkened backyard—the trees on either side and the cliff straight ahead—likely looking for whoever's been watching her.
"Are you scared?"
She shakes her head. "No. I'm never scared when you're around…you make me feel safe, which doesn't make a lot of sense, considering you've threatened to kill me more than once…etcetera."
I thread my fingers through her wet hair, pulling her closer before kissing her. "Water under the bridge, baby."
Saige scoffs. "Yeah. Totally normal people problems."
Maybe not, but…I'd never do anything to hurt my sweet little doll now. I'd go down with her if I had to. I don't think I'll ever be done playing with her.
Fuck that trauma-brain bullshit. I love her trauma brain. I love that it made her mine.
"Maybe they aren't, but you're safe with me. I won't let anything happen to you."
She nods, but her eyes say she doesn't quite believe me.
"Come on, let's go inside."
I grab a couple of towels from the patio, tossing one to Saige as she climbs out of the hot tub.
"Jesus, it's fucking freezing," she complains, wrapping it around her body and rushing toward the house, seeking shelter from the crisp October air.
"Be careful," I tell her as she steps inside. "The floor is going to be soaked."
It's an understatement, and I'm going to have to clean this up before one of us ends up slipping while drunk later tonight and busts their fucking skull, but it's okay.
I'm happy.
"You can go upstairs. I'll make us something to eat."
"Where upstairs?"
"Left at the top of the staircase, and then the third door on the right. Take something from the bar if you want."
While I search the fridge, pulling out everything I need to make nachos, Saige scans the bar, first grabbing a bottle of whiskey and then a good bottle of champagne.
She's fucking adorable, a pinched expression on her face as she tries to read the French label, holding the whiskey under her arm so the other hand can cling to the tiny white towel that's slipping from her body.
Her hair has started to dry in messy light brown waves, the pieces around her face that she normally keeps bright pink have faded into kind of a rose-gold blonde.
She looks like an angel—a fallen fucking angel that landed right in my lap, and now she's all mine.
Ours, I correct myself. She's ours. And that's even better. That's brand fucking new.
I want to mark her body with my cum and my teeth.
I want to cover her skin in my art and make her mine forever in that way.
Maybe she thinks it doesn't mean anything anymore, but that's okay.
I'll talk her into it one day after I fuck her senseless; I'll make sure she puts it somewhere Elias will always have to see it, too.
"Can I take this?" she asks, holding out the bottle.
"You can take whatever you want, baby." Take my fucking soul. Rip it right out of my chest. You're killing me, anyway. "You're too sweet for me to tell you no."
"Okay." She smiles a little, her eyes running over my tattooed chest, then down my abs to where the towel hangs low on my waist. The horny brat just got bent over and tag-teamed in the hot tub, and she's still eye-fucking me.
Like I said, this girl feels like a Christmas present.
I stop her before she gets to the staircase. "Saige, wait."
"What?"
I move toward her, stopping in front of her and pushing my hands into her messy hair before kissing her. "I hope you're happy, Ripley. Because I'm never going to let you go."
I can see it in her eyes—the internal debate on whether or not she trusts me. But I don't need her trust to possess her, not as long as she needs me. Not as long as I can make her toes curl and her eyes roll back in her head.
It makes it a little more fun, doesn't it?
"I'm happy, Dax. I just don't know if that's a good thing."
"I'm not Elias. I don't want to hurt you; it doesn't thrill me." She looks hurt when I mention him, but quickly shakes it off. "Go find Nolan. I'll be up in a little bit."
Saige nods. "Okay."
I watch her go upstairs, and then turn on the stove and preheat the oven. We better have a jar of fucking jalapenos.
I finish making a giant pile of nachos, grab a six-pack of beer, and then head upstairs with both, hearing Saige's soft moans coming from my bedroom as soon as I hit the landing.
Those fucking brats. Couldn't even wait thirty minutes for me?
When I push the door open, Nolan has Saige handcuffed around one of the headboard slats of my Alaskan king-sized bed, flat on her back, chest heaving with her thighs around his head.
"Nolan…" she says as she writhes against his tongue. "I-I can't take anymore."
"What'd you do to her?"
Nolan comes up for air, and Saige's thighs fall open, a look of relief washing over her. "I just made her come. Twice."
He runs his tongue up her pussy again, and she grimaces, squirming against him.