Chapter 25 #2
Licking my lips, I whisper, “No, you said eyes on you. You didn’t specify where—”
“You naughty fucking thing,” he growls on a laugh, the sound sending shivers over every inch of my body. “Such a goddamn brat. I’m going to enjoy wrecking you tonight. See how well you learn to listen by the end.”
“I’ve never listened well—”
“You are not doing yourself any favors,” he husks, stepping forward and slipping his thumb between my lips. “Open your mouth. You’re going to suck my cock like the dirty little slut you are. Yes?”
In answer, I drop my mouth open and stick out my tongue. He groans, fisting the base of his cock with his other hand and stroking it before placing the tip against my waiting tongue. Sliding inside, I close my lips around him and bring my hands to his thighs.
“Nuh-uh,” he rasps from above me, pulling out of my mouth. “Hands behind your back. This is for me, not for you.”
Eyes on his, I do as he says, slowly.
Dropping my arms, I bring them behind me, clasping my fingers together in a knot. The position of my arms brings my breasts forward and up like an offering.
“So good when you listen,” he whispers, sliding his cock back between my lips. I moan around him when he slides both hands into my hair on either side of my head, controlling my movements. “Fuck, Louise. Your fucking mouth.”
Hallowing my cheeks, I suck as he slides in and out, each thrust in going a little deeper. I’m at his mercy, and fuck it’s hot.
Releasing my clasped hands, I raise them to his thighs again, leaning into the way he’s fucking my mouth, fingertips digging into his thighs. Zach snarls from above me, his fingers tightening almost painfully in my hair as he drags his length out from between my lips.
“Do I need to restrain you?” he asks darkly, leaning down until his face is mere inches from mine. Shaking my head as much as I can with his fingers gripping tight in my hair, he tsks. “Get on the bed. I can’t concentrate with you misbehaving.”
Zach releases me and I scramble to my feet, climbing onto the bed, but before I can move again, his large hands have gripped my waist, directing me.
“On your hands and knees,” he growls from behind me in the dark. “Ass in the air.” I do as he says, and then his hand is between my shoulder blades, and I lower my upper body until my chest is resting against the mattress, face turned, cheek flat. “Hands behind your back.”
Heart hammering frantically inside my chest, I shift, drawing my arms behind my back once more. He manacles both wrists in one of his large hands, pinning them to the small of my back. And then I feel the mattress dip as he kneels next to me, his lips dragging over my cheek.
“Tell me now if you don’t want this, Louise.”
Panting, I shake my head. My shoulders ache from the position, but I don’t want him to stop. I’m trembling, anticipation and desire and just a little fear.
“I want to mark this ass up.”
Nodding, I shift against the mattress, and his fingers tighten around my wrists, securing me where I am.
“I want to leave my handprints on it.” He groans, smoothing his free hand over the curve of my ass and down the backside of my thigh so lightly it sends goosebumps breaking out along every inch of me, and I shiver. “God I can’t wait to see my fucking handprint here.”
I nod again, whimpering.
“And then I’m going to fuck you, Louise.”
“Please,” I whine, shifting my hips as he draws his fingers back up the back of my thigh and over my ass cheek again. I’m aching, so wet, so ready to be filled up. “Please, Zach.”
“Tell me you know what’s going to happen.”
“You’re going to spank me.”
“And why is that, Louise?” he breathes against my cheek, his palm drawing circles against my backside.
He’s teasing that spot between my thighs, just close enough to barely touch.
He groans ferally before drawing one knuckle against my slit.
“You’re already so wet, baby. Why are you going to be punished? ”
“Because I said I like your brothers’ slutty little glasses—”
The sharp crack of his palm against the fleshy part of my ass startles me and I gasp out a cry of shock and pain. The trembling intensifies. Oh fuckkk.
His palm smooths over the hurt, fingers kneading gently. I suck in a deep breath at the sting. “Good girl, breathe for me. Why else, Louise?”
Biting my lip, I squeeze my eyes shut. This shouldn’t be so fucking hot. I’m aching, a panting mess. “Because I don’t listen to what I’m told.”
I’m prepared this time when his palm lands sharply on my other ass cheek, but the sting is still sharp enough to burn. My fingers tighten into fists against my back as he soothes the hurt the same as the first.
“Oh fuck, you’re doing so good.”
The whispered praise sends my heart to tripping inside my chest.
His fingers trail between my thighs and I whimper into the bedspread beneath my cheek. One finger slides inside and he groans from above me.
“Goddamn you’re so fucking wet. You like this just as much as I do, don’t you, Princess?”
“Please, Zach—” I moan, circling my hips against his hand. Turning my head, I bury my face in the bedspread as he pushes a second finger in with the first, stretching me so deliciously. Still pinned to the bed with his hand manacling my wrists, I can barely move.
“You’re not done yet,” he breathes, sliding those fingers all the way out of me.
The whine that escapes me is truly pathetic.
His hand cracks down on the fleshy part of my ass again and I cry out this time, my inner muscles clenching around nothing and it’s torturous.
“You make me want you so fucking bad, Louise. You make me want things I can’t have.
Things that could jeopardize everything. ”
Sliding three fingers in deep, I sob as I clench around the digits filling me, stretching me. He fucks me with his fingers roughly, and then I feel his mouth sliding over the skin of my back, my side, the curve of my ass where his hands have been.
“Zach,” I sob, shaking. I’m close. I’m going to come—
“You better not come yet, Princess,” he warns. Drawing his fingers out of me at the last second, I cry out in protest, and then whine when he slaps my ass again, harder this time.
It sends me careening over the edge, my orgasm sending me into a free fall. His fingers are back inside me then, and he groans ferally, fucking me through it.
As I come down from the high, panting into the bedding, I moan when he once again removes his fingers. Leaning down to press his mouth against my cheek, he whispers, “What did I tell you about coming, Louise?”
Panting into the mattress, I whisper, “I—I couldn’t stop it—”
The next slap that lands on my ass is hard enough to seize my lungs. “I told you the next time you come for me better be on my cock.”
Releasing my wrists, he flips me over onto my back, my body bouncing against the mattress. Holy fuck, my ass is on fire. But it’s only made me want him more.
“Please,” I whine again as he shifts, drawing my knees up so that he can kneel between them. God he’s fucking beautiful. “Zach.”
Pushing my legs up so that my ankles rest on his shoulders, he grips the base of his cock, the tip already weeping, and drags it along my pussy, the thick head parting my lips with each pass.
“Hands above your head,” he whispers darkly, turning his head to press a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the inside of my ankle. “Grab the headboard. Do not let go.”
Reaching above me, I wrap my fingers around the metal bars of the headboard, my eyes never leaving his. He grins from above me.
“Such a good girl when you listen,” he praises, his voice thick with lust. “Are you ready, Princess?”
“Yes,” I whisper, nodding, my body strung out and laid bare for this man before me.
Pressing the head of his thick cock inside my pussy, I hold my breath as he pushes forward in one thrust. It’s a rough claiming, leaving no room for adjusting.
It’s not gentle, and holy hell it’s hot.
The restraint this man has held onto is gone, and I want all of it.
The stretch is almost more than I can take, my legs shaking where they’re draped against his chest.
“There you go, take me, Louise. Look at you, taking it so well. Breathe. Breathe and let me in.”
Shifting me so that my legs bracket his hips, he drops his chest to mine, mouth crashing against my own. One of his hands reaches for both of mine, pulling my fingers from around the bar of the headboard and twining our fingers together, but keeping my arms raised above my head.
Grinding his hips against the junction of my thighs, he sinks deeper and I moan against his mouth, his mustache and beard both rough and soft against me. “Ohmygod. You feel so good. Zach—”
He groans, dropping his forehead to mine as he shifts his hips, sliding out and then back in. Long, slow strokes that quickly morph into hard, deep thrusts that send him so deeply inside of me. The bed rocks, the headboard crashing against the wall as he fucks me.
It’s brutal in intensity, rough and hard and dear god everything I hoped sex with Zach would be like. The man knows what he’s doing.
“Zach,” I sob, turning my face into his neck, my body tightening with each deep stroke of his cock inside me. “Please. Please, can I come—”
“You can come, Louise. Good girl. Good girl,” he growls low, pushing himself up so that he can twine both of our hands together, palm to palm, fingers entangled tightly above my head. He stares down at me. “Eyes on me when you come for me. Such a good fucking girl.”
I’m done for. Coming so hard I see stars, my body tightens to the point I can’t breathe, and he continues to fuck me roughly through it.
“Fucking breathe. Goddammit, Louise,” he snarls, releasing my hands and sliding both arms beneath my back, securing me to his chest. Sucking in a shuddering breath, my lips press to the curve of his neck, and I wrap both arms around his shoulders.
Still, he doesn’t stop, pounding into me hard and deep.
“Give me one more. One more. Fuckkk you come so hard. I fucking love feeling you come on my cock. Let me have one more…”
Fingers clutching at his shoulders, I shake my head, but know there’s no point in saying no; I’m already coming again. Holy fuck, I had no idea how accurate it would be when he said he was going to ruin me.
“There it is,” he growls, pistoning his hips against mine even as I begin to shake anew. My breath stalls inside my chest and I can’t do anything except surrender. “Fuck. There you go…”
“Please, please,” I beg, clutching him closer. Chest heaving, stars still dancing behind my eyelids, I can barely breathe from how hard he’s making me come. “Zach. Oh god.”
“Hold onto me,” he groans, his voice pure gravel as it vibrates out of his chest. He’s slamming into me so hard I know I’m going to be sore tomorrow, and not one single particle of my being gives one single fuck.
His fingers are so tight on my body I feel there may be bruises later.
Zach’s hips stutter in rhythm, and then, “Louise. Fucckkk… Where—”
“Anywhere,” I cry, shaking my head. “I’m on—”
“Good girl,” he rasps raggedly before I can even finish, and then he’s shunting his hips forward until he’s buried as deep as he can go. I feel him come, pulsing inside me over and over again. He groans low, burying his face in my neck.
Holy. Shit.
Lips moving against the side of my neck, his mustache and beard tickle as he presses gentle kisses to my flesh until he reaches my mouth.
This kiss is gentle. Searching. A quiet claiming. So different than what we’d just experienced.
And I fear that Zach just ruined far more than my body. Because I’m pretty sure my heart was collateral damage in a game I didn’t know I was playing.