Chapter 27 Steele
TWENTY-SEVEN
STEELE
Sydney rises from her knees, quietly following my command as I trail behind her with the crop in my hand.
She doesn’t waste a second, crawling to the center of the mattress and lowering her face into the black satin bedding.
I place the toy down and settle on my knees behind her, giving myself a few strokes to relieve a bit of the ache from having her pert ass on display and practically begging to be taken.
“Tell me, Mistress,” I drawl, the hand that’s not twisting around my weeping erection ghosting along the supple globes. “Has anyone ever fucked you here?” My fingertip sinks between her cheeks, pressing firmly to the puckered bud as it twitches beneath my touch.
“Uh-huh,” she replies, the gag preventing her from saying more. But that’s all it takes for the possessive beast inside me to rear his ugly, jealous head, making sure she’s acutely aware of his existence.
I abandon my painfully hard cock and pick up the crop, landing a tight slap against the tender flesh of her backside without so much as a warning. A high-pitched yelp fills the empty room, her body jolting in surprise at the contact.
“That’s for letting someone else inside your tight little ass.
It’ll never happen again, Sydney. Every one of your holes belongs to me.
” I land another strike to the other side, watching as her fingers curl around the sheets.
“And that’s for being so goddamn perfect.
I’m trying to punish you, but I can barely focus with the need to make you come. ”
Scattering swats across her ass and thighs, I savor every whimper—every sweet moan—that leaves her lips as redness blooms before my eyes.
Small welts lift along her skin, making precum drip from the head of my cock to the mattress between my knees as I punish her.
“These are for every time you almost kissed me but pulled away before I could taste you. As much as they hurt, I promise you aren’t feeling half of the agony I did every time you denied me.
” Another strike. “I burned for you, baby…every day until you finally put me out of my misery.” Each slap comes with a louder, deeper moan, telling me that my girl likes to receive just as much as she likes to give.
We’re a perfect match, two identical souls that managed to find each other in this great big world.
It’s clearer than ever that being signed by the Renegades wasn’t the curse I thought it was.
I was always meant to end up here—to end up with her.
Laying down the crop, I carefully soothe the marks it left behind, using my hands to gently massage the sting away.
Immediately, I notice the arousal that’s coating her inner thighs, proof that she’s loved every minute of the punishment I’ve given her.
Her body trembles with need, my eyes locking onto her swollen clit as it peeks out from the delicate skin that covers it.
“Poor thing,” I say, gliding my thumb along her slit. “So horny from getting spanked. Do you need a nice, fat cock to fill this empty cunt?”
She moans into the sheets, her hips gyrating on their own accord as she attempts to find some friction. Clearly, she’s aching, and to be honest, I can’t stand the thought. I want to make her feel good—to bring her so much pleasure that she’ll never crave anything but me for the rest of her life.
Scooting closer, I notch the tip of my erection at her entrance before slowly pushing inside.
Tandem sighs of relief swirl in the air around us, my entire existence flipping on its side as I slide home.
She’s more than perfection, tight and wet, the inner walls of her pussy gripping me like the world’s strongest vise.
“Fuck, baby,” I grind out, reaching forward and collaring my hand around her throat before guiding her up.
Her spine arches, her head falling back and giving me the perfect view of her beautiful face.
The gag forces her mouth open, tears and saliva coating her cheeks and chin, but fuck, if she isn’t the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen.
I thrust in and out, feeling her pulse quicken against my palm as I set a steady pace.
Satisfied whimpers tumble through the gag, mingling with the sound of skin on skin as I pound into her from behind.
It feels otherworldly, my balls already pulling tight with my impending orgasm as they slap against her sensitive clit.
But there’s no way I’ll be giving in to the pleasure so soon.
“You’re such a good girl, Sydney,” I coo, lowering her top half to the mattress as I undo the gag from behind her head.
I carefully pull it from her mouth, watching as her tongue darts out to wet her swollen lips.
My cock falls from her body as I roll her over, a small chuckle rumbling up my chest when she moves her jaw back and forth with a wince.
“You okay?” I ask, trailing kisses along the sore area. “Was that too much?”
She shakes her head. “No. Not at all. It just aches from being open for so long. But I like it.” A sheepish smile plays at her lips, and I can’t stop my heart from flipping in my chest at the sight.
I fucking love that she’s as into this kind of power exchange as I am.
We both get what we want without giving up who we are at our roots.
Sure, we may be letting go of the control we once held onto for dear life, but with this level of trust, it’s as easy as breathing.
“Do you want me to keep being rough, or do you need a break?” Normally, I wouldn’t give my sub a choice beyond using colors or a safe word, but since this is her first time, and we’re both learning what she likes, it’s important that we communicate.
Soon enough, I’ll be able to bring her to her knees with a single look, just as she will with me.
“I don’t need a break,” she replies, her lashes fluttering innocently. “I want more, sir. Please.”
I groan, my head dropping forward at the sound of the title coming from her lips. This woman is everything I could ever want in a partner, and I’ll die before I ever deny her a single one of her desires. She’s mine to fuck. To care for. Forever.
“Well,” I say, capturing her bright blue eyes with mine. “Since you asked so politely…”
I thrust inside her without another word, breath rushing from her lungs as her body fights the intrusion. But she asked me to be rough, so despite her hands shooting out to my chest in an attempt to slow me down, I continue pushing until I’m buried as deep as I can go.
“Steele!” she cries out when I pull my cock out to the tip and drive forward, her pierced tits bouncing from the force as I fuck her.
If there’s more to the sentence, she doesn’t bother to say it, her eyes rolling further back with every snap of my hips.
She whimpers and whines, her inner walls fluttering around me as I force her closer to the edge of oblivion.
Long, manicured nails bite into the skin that stretches over my pecs, the sting only spurring me to go harder and faster while she twists to get away. But like hell I’m letting her go anywhere—not when she feels like heaven wrapped around my length.
“Bad girl,” I admonish, landing a firm slap to the outside of her thigh. “Stay still while I split this perfect pussy wide.”
“I c-can’t,” she stammers, her thighs tightening around my waist. “It’s too big. Too much.”
“Nah,” I reply, a cocky grin tugging at one corner of my mouth as I continue fucking into her. “If it was, you’d use your colors. You love being dominated, you just don’t know what to do with that information.”
“Please. Steele, please. I need—”
“I know what you need,” I say, cutting her off. “I know what you can take. I’m about to make you cry for me, Sydney. And you’re going to fucking love it.”
She swallows, her brows pulled tight for a moment before I feel her surrender. Her grip on me loosens, the moon-shaped divots left behind by her nails pooling with blood. My cock swells at the sight of her markings, arousal running through my veins like hot lava as I pound into her relentlessly.
“There she is,” I praise. “That’s my perfect little sub, doing as she’s told. Good girls get to come, Sydney. Do you want to come?”
“Yes,” she replies, gasping for air. “Please.”
Sneaking a hand between us, I rub rough circles on her clit with my thumb.
Her inner walls close in around my shaft, her thighs shaking against my hips as she nears the summit.
I keep up my pace, giving her long, deep strokes and gritting my teeth so I don’t explode before she does.
But it’s a fucking feat with the way her pussy clamps down as her orgasm crests, finally launching her into oblivion.
I work her through it, sealing my mouth over hers so I can taste every moan that bursts from her lungs. Her back aches, her tits pressing into me as pleasure flows through her in waves. She’s fucking beautiful, coming like an angel on my cock.
An angel with absolutely no idea of the hell I’m about to put her through.
When I’m sure she’s given me every ounce of her release, I pull out, lowering my face between her legs.
She’s still basking in the afterglow when I take her sensitive clit between my lips, earning the most gorgeous gasp as I suck hard.
She immediately tries to twist away, but I place my open palm across her pelvis, pinning her to the bed.
“Steele!” she shrieks, her heels kicking at the mattress.
“Wait! Please! Slow down!” The words are pained, but none of them are yellow or red, so she may as well be talking to a wall as I capture her piercing between my teeth and tug.
She whines, making another attempt to evade my assault when she grips onto my hair and pulls as hard as she can.
Joke’s on her, though. I’m into that shit.