25. SHANE
25
SHANE
I can’t get her up the stairs fast enough. Still blindfolded, with her hands cuffed behind her back, I spank her ass, hoping to hurry her along.
“Do you have to walk behind me doing that? It’s so degrading.” She’s out of breath as she reaches the top of the stairs.
“Sweetheart, I’m only getting started.” I yank the cuffs on her wrist as I reach the top step right behind her. Her back presses against my chest, and I tug on her hair to tilt her head so I can claim her mouth. I’ll never get enough of this woman.
My hand slips between her ass, sliding further between her touching thighs, loving how slippery she is. “I can’t wait to bury my cock in this delicious cunt.”
She gasps as I push three fingers inside her. Leaning against the wall next to her bedroom door, I make my nightingale sing with moans of pleasure as I work the tight walls, massaging the rough spot deep inside while I imagine what my cock’s gonna feel like snug in her channel.
With my hand working between her legs from behind, I reach my other hand around her hip and find her clit, strumming it with the tip of my fingers like playing a guitar as she sings for me. The sound is music to my ears as my woman hits every chord.
Whispering in her ear, I say, “I want you chained to the bed, legs spread and begging for my cock.”
She nods, panting out with short breaths, “Yes. Yes.”
I pinch her clit ever so slightly. “Yes, what?”
“Sha—Shit. Yes, sir. Yes.”
I let her go, but not before giving her one more spank on her ass, just so I can see her cheek jiggle in the soft moonlight from the landing window.
She yelps, rubbing the sting with her hands tied behind her back as she scurries into the bedroom, stumbling into the bed with the blindfold still covering her eyes. Like a good submissive, she crawls backwards on the bed until she reaches the headboard.
I take my time, admiring the view of her open pyjama top, exposed tits and bare pussy, surrounded by mussed sheets. Her tousled hair is a complete contrast to her usual slick waves. With her cheeks flushed and lips a dark pink to match her cherry red nipples, she’s mouth-watering. The perfect midnight feast.
I lift my top over my head, then kick off my boots. My combats are the next thing to go. I strip until I’m fully naked, my dick fully loaded with every intent to commit my next sin.
There’s no stopping it now. Any strength I had to do the right thing disappeared the moment I saw her on her live. The girl I once knew was forgotten and all I see now is this fucking goddess that owns every minute of my day. She already had my heart, but now she’s taken root in my mind and any rational thoughts of taming the beast have been pulled out like weeds.
Crawling over her in the darkness, my arms tremble, holding my weight. I manoeuvre her like a rag doll, unlocking her hands from behind her back. I discard her pyjama top, tossing it to the floor, then secure her hands above her head. The metal clinks against the pewter headboard, and I make sure the cloth is secure to save her wrists against the cuffs.
I reach over and turn on the bedside lamp, needing to see Lilly’s flush face when she comes. My dick grazes her soft stomach, the contact torturous, but soon enough I’ll be inside her where I belong.
She moves her face to the side, away from the light. “Please, sir. The light. Turn the light off.” She whimpers as if in pain, burying her face into the pillow. The cuffs clink against the metal headboard as she wriggles in protest.
“I told you, if we’re doing this, we’re doing it properly. I want to see you when I make you come on my cock.”
She thrashes her head from side to side. “Please, I can’t do this with the light on.”
I can’t help the chuckle that rumbles out of me. “I’ve just ate your ass down there and now you’re worried about me fucking you with the light on?”
With my finger and thumb, I grip her face, forcing her head to the centre. My lips gently press to hers to reassure her I love what I see. She doesn’t need to worry about anything when she’s with me.
Her heart hammers in her chest. Almost bursting from her ribs. “Flatline,” she whispers, barely audible, with a quiver in her lip.
I lift my body, giving her space to breathe. Removing my hand from her face, I say softly, “Tell me what’s wrong. What are you afraid of?”
Her body trembles beneath me like a china doll that’s fractured on the inside. “I don’t have any makeup on.”
My gaze drifts over her rosy cheeks and nude lips. “So?”
Her lip quivers again. “So I don’t want you to see my broken capillaries.” She sniffles and gulps as if holding back tears.
I hover above her, unmoving, trying to get my head around what she just said as I scan her face again. All I see is my beautiful girl laid bare before me, vulnerable with a flushed face. Fucking breathtaking even as she squirms and tries to turn her head from me.
“There’s no hiding from me, nightingale.” I grip her face in my hand. “What the hell does that even mean? Broken what?”
She sniffles again. “My rosacea. The red blotches on my cheeks. I know it’s not attractive. If you want the light on, just let me put some makeup on for you.”
My hardened heart cracks. All this time she’s been hung up about something I never even noticed. She used to have problems with her skin in school, and I teased her for it along with her braces. But she used to laugh along with me as though it was just banter. I rub the ache in my chest, realising I’ve probably given her a complex. She doesn’t know how beautiful she is.
I lean down and kiss her cheek. “This redness here...” I move to the other and plant gentle kisses on her face. “…wasn’t even noticeable to me.” I pepper gentle kisses all over her cheeks. “If any man gets this close to you and notices your broken caterpillars or whatever you just said, you’re with the wrong man, sweetheart.”
I lower my pelvis, sliding my dick against her sweet sex. “I'll be the judge of what I find attractive.”
She sucks in a breath at the contact. Her heart beats wildly against my chest, matching my own rhythm. With a tremble in her voice, she says, “It’s capillaries. The small spider like veins?—”
“Let’s get one thing straight. I don’t give a shit about any skin condition you have. You’re beautiful to me.” Lowering my body, I kiss her neck, licking behind her ear before I whisper, “I see the woman you are on the inside. A beautiful, caring woman. Do you understand?”
“Yes sir,” she cries. Her hips lift in rhythm to meet my cock as if she’s letting go of her inhibitions with the light on.
“Tell me you want this.” I slide my dick back and forth, the head of my cock rubbing against her clit. “I need to know you’re okay with this. If not, just say the word, and I’ll go. But if we’re doing this, I’m watching your gorgeous face when you come on my cock.”
“All right,” she says on an exhale, as if releasing all her worries.
With my dick gliding between her delicious folds, I push the tip inside on the next thrust. “All right what? Tell me how much you want it. Beg for my dick, nightingale.”
“Please, sir. I want it. Please fill me up with your big cock.” Her legs widen as if welcoming me home, and I sink further into her heat.
“Fuck. Your cunt’s everything I imagined it to be.” My body vibrates as I try to hold it together before I shoot my load, and my heart explodes with all the love I have for this woman. “You’re mine. And if I say you’re beautiful, you’d better believe it. You hear me?”
“Yes, sir.” She moves her hips, desperately rubbing her clit against my pelvis, but I keep my movements slow, aware of how good this is. And I’m hanging on by a thread here.
I groan with each rock of her hips. This was meant to be me taking charge, giving her the fantasy she craves, but it’s clear there’s only one person in charge here and it’s her. It’s always been her. I’ll worship the ground she walks on, but I won’t have her think poorly of herself.
With the light forgotten, she grinds her hips into me, chasing her orgasm. But I’m not giving in so easily. I need this to last. “That’s it, nightingale. Show me the fucking goddess that you are. Use my cock and get yourself off, just like that.”
Her body gyrates underneath me. The room echoes with the sound of clinking metal from her cuffs against the bars on her headboard and the sounds of our bodies sliding against each other, panting breaths, groans and her sweet little moans.
“Kiss me,” she says, her two front teeth bite into her lip.
No man could resist giving her what she wants. With all my training in the army and the training at the police academy, this woman has reduced me to an animal with one primal need. I swoop down, claiming her mouth as if my life depends on it. My only mission now is making her come before I blow my load. Just thinking of her coming on my cock has my balls tightening.
I move my hips in rhythm with hers, my tongue dives between her lips, fucking her mouth as I pound her pussy hard. Her tongue struggles to keep up with mine as I claim every corner of her mouth, then she finds her way past my lips, exploring with the tip of her tongue, gliding it along my top teeth.
Her breathing halts. She freezes beneath me.
Fuck.
I pull my head away to gaze at her startled face, but I’m unable to read her eyes with the blindfold still wrapped around her head. “What’s wrong, nightingale? Did you hurt your tongue on my teeth?”
“I—”
“Little birds shouldn’t play with their predators. These teeth can bite.” I lower my head and bite a chunk of her breast, then suck at the mark, realising I need to disguise the imprint my teeth leave. My imprint’s unique and while I love her having my marks, I can’t have her figuring out who I am.
“Kiss me again, sir,” her words are like whimpers, pleading with me to give her the attention she craves.
I crave it too. “I can’t resist this mouth.” Swooping down, I crash our lips together, taking control so she has no chance of licking at my teeth again. Instead, I dominate her tongue, tangling it with mine as I fuck her slow.
No woman ever felt so good and no woman has ever held my heart hostage like she does. She’s seeped into my bones like an addiction taking hold of my mind. Our souls tangled together. There’s no escaping her now. She’s a part of me as I am her.
I thrust inside her again, needing to come. Needing her to come first. Words of love linger on the tip of my tongue, but I spell them out instead as I caress her mouth.
The metal clinks against the headboard. Her back arches, pushing her breasts higher. “I’m—” she cries out as her walls clamp down around my cock and I release all my desire, like a volcano erupting, overflowing with love.
My muscles burn as she milks my cock. I pepper kisses all over her face, panting as I come down from the heat of the mountain.
Just like we’re all at the mercy of nature’s powers, my heart is at the mercy of her. As the molten in my veins cools, I realise our future is forever changed, like the lava on the landscape. I can’t live without her, yet she can’t live with me. Our relationship was doomed from the beginning, but new life can grow from the ashes. Our roots have entwined and not even nature can sever us now.
She belongs to me.