Chapter 27 Steele #2
“You think that’s going to stop me from devouring this cunt, Syd?” I ask with a dark chuckle. “You forget…we’re the same. You love the pain just as much as I do. So, go ahead and tear my hair out if you want to. It’ll only make me hungrier for your cum.”
She cries out again when I shove my tongue between her pussy lips, using my thumb to stroke her overstimulated bundle of nerves.
Her thighs slam to my ears, her fingers tightening so much that I think she may actually rip the strands from my head.
But I feed off the pain, wrenching her legs open roughly.
And when her entire frame begins to tremble violently, her ass lifting from the mattress, I know she’s about to explode again.
“Fuck!” she chokes out, the word barely leaving her lips before her release yanks her under.
Her neck arches, her iron grip now pulling me closer instead of pushing away.
I can barely breathe, my nose pressed so tightly to her pulsing clit that I know I won’t be able to smell or taste anything but her for weeks.
I flick my tongue while she tumbles around in the throes of ecstasy, enjoying every moan and whimper like it’s my favorite song.
She sinks into the soft sheets as the pleasure ebbs away, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she attempts to fill her lungs with air.
But the moment she lets her guard down, wrongfully assuming that I’m giving her any semblance of respite, I grip onto her hips and flip her to her stomach.
She’s practically limp, the low groan that rumbles up her throat telling me that she’s coherent but depleted of energy to fight back.
“Good girl, baby,” I coo as I straddle her closed thighs and slowly sink my cock inside her once again. She feels incredible like this, her swollen, used walls molding around me like she was made to do it. “I can’t wait to blow my load inside you. But I need one more from this pretty pussy first.”
“I can’t,” she whispers into the mattress, the words barely audible through the tear-soaked blonde hair that sticks to her face.
“You can, or I can leave a few more marks on your ass. You don’t want that, do you?” I know she has a bit of a masochistic streak—so do I—but I can tell that she’s already going to be feeling the swats I gave her earlier long after we leave this room, so I doubt she’ll willingly ask for more.
I thrust in and out slowly, giving her time to answer the question. Even just the leisurely slide of my length inside her body makes my balls tingle, telling me I’m going to need to pull off a miracle in order to make her come before I do.
When she doesn’t answer, I take a fistful of golden locks, pull her head up, and lower my mouth to her ear. “I’m losing patience, Sydney. You gonna soak my cock, or should I spank you some more and splatter my cum across the welts?”
She lets out a harsh breath, fisting the sheets at either side of her head. “I’ll do it. I’ll give you another one.”
I release her, a wide grin blooming across my face.
“Atta girl. Such a sweet little princess for me.” Unable to take it any longer, I pick up my pace, getting lost in the feel of her warm cunt as it closes in around me.
She buries her face into the sheets, her muffled cries of pleasure and pain bringing me closer to the edge every time I reach the deepest part of her.
I can feel my climax barreling toward me, and if I don’t act fast, there’s no way I’ll get what I asked her for.
In a desperate attempt to get her to the summit, I sneak a hand between her body and the bed, finding a pierced nipple and rolling it between my thumb and middle finger.
Her inner muscles flutter at the contact, an easy sign that this is enough to get her where I want her.
I pluck and knead as best as I can in this position, noticing the hitch in her breath that tells me she’s about to come.
“There you go,” I coax. “Give it to me, baby. And I’ll pump you full.”
She lifts her ass, meeting my thrusts as much as she possibly can while simultaneously fucking into the mattress.
Her whines become tighter—more wanton—until finally, she detonates, her walls pulsing around me as the most intense orgasm passes through her.
Like an electric current, it sends a jolt straight to my dick, triggering my release without so much as a hint of a warning.
“Fuck, Syd! I’m coming!” I grit out, ribbons of hot cum erupting from my tip and filling her without a condom for the first time ever. It feels incredible—natural—like this is how it should’ve been all along. I’ll never get enough of it. I’ll never get enough of her.
I float back down to earth, riding out the aftershocks as she softens around me.
“You did so fucking good,” I tell her, coasting soft kisses across the heated skin of her shoulders and neck.
“Are you okay?” Normally, I’d let her bask in the post-nut bliss for a bit before I went in with the questions, but that was pretty intense for her first experience, and I want to make sure her headspace is okay.
I’ll need to convince her to stay with me tonight, whether it’s here or at my house, because sub drop can happen anywhere from minutes to days after a scene.
Being close to her is the only way I won’t drive myself crazy with worry.
“Mhmm,” she replies, a dick-drunk smile playing at her lips. She looks absolutely exhausted, too wiped out to even open her eyes, but I’m happy enough with her response for now.
“My perfect girl,” I murmur, kissing her cheek as I slowly pull from her body. I miss the warmth immediately, but it’s important that she gets proper aftercare with what I just put her through.
I find the floor with my feet, admiring the sight before me.
Sydney’s flawless backside is covered in small marks, reminders of the way she sounded after every swat playing like a symphony in my head.
She took it so well, from the gag to the overstimulation, like she was made just for me.
The fact that I’m the only man who’s ever touched her that way is a gift I’ll never take for granted.
“I’ll be right back, baby,” I say, earning a quiet hum of approval before I head toward the bathroom.
I make quick work of washing up, grabbing a warm washcloth, and making my way back to the bed.
Syd is already fast asleep by the time I return to her side, soft snores leaving her tired body and making me huff a laugh in response.
I separate her thighs, carefully wiping away the remnants of our pleasure.
Possessiveness swells in my chest as cum leaks from between her lips, the urge to push it back in nearly getting the better of me.
But I’m sure she’s sore, so I refrain, tossing the soiled cloth to the floor before turning to the nightstand and taking what I need.
Tearing open the small foil packet, I lean down, whispering softly into Sydney’s ear so she isn’t startled. “I have to put some salve on these welts, okay? It’ll make them feel better.”
“Mhmm,” she hums, barely coherent, at least for the moment. But when I press my lips to one of the marks and follow with a gentle swipe of the aftercare ointment, she sucks a breath through her teeth and lifts her head.
“I’m sorry,” I say in response, stifling a smile when she shoots daggers at me over her shoulder.
There’s no doubt in my mind that it stings, and she’ll feel it all tomorrow, but the swelling is already going down, and nothing looks concerning, so I can’t help but find it all a little amusing.
As dominants, we hand out punishments when they’re necessary, but it’s not until we experience them for ourselves that we fully understand what it’s like.
I just hope she enjoyed it as much as I did, because I’m already thinking about all the filthy things I want to try next.
“You’re not sorry,” she sasses as I continue massaging the plump globes of her ass. “Just like I wasn’t when I had you on your knees at my feet.”
I shrug. “You’re right. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever done, hands down.” She rolls her eyes playfully, and I crawl up her body, kissing her soft lips. She sighs, making my heart swell at how perfect this night has been. But we aren’t done yet. She still needs more aftercare.
“Can you roll over for me?” I ask, slowly and carefully helping her onto her back before rubbing the salve on her nipples.
I wasn’t overly rough with them, but I always like to err on the side of caution, ensuring that my submissive isn’t in more discomfort than they should be after a scene.
With Sydney, I feel that tenfold because whether we’ve made it official or not, she’s mine.
Mine to fuck.
Mine to protect.
Mine to love.
I plant another quick kiss on her collarbone before getting up to throw the salve packet away.
Stepping back into the bathroom, I wash my hands, then immediately make a beeline for the refrigerator.
Syd takes the bottle of water without argument when I return, drinking over half the contents as I slide back into bed and pull her close.
“Thank you, baby,” I say, curling my pointer finger under her chin and tilting it up so we’re face-to-face. “There aren’t words to describe how I feel right now. You’re fucking incredible.”
“I loved it,” she replies, smiling sweetly. “I can’t believe it, but I really did.”
I chuckle, knowing exactly what she means.
If you’d have told me a few months ago that I’d not only crawl for a woman, but also be ready to repeat the act at the snap of her perfectly manicured fingers, I’d call you a fucking liar.
But that’s where I’m at—fully prepared to give her whatever she asks for until I take my last breath.
It sounds insane—I know—but I don’t care.
Sydney Grant took over my life without warning, making me a better man and giving me a reason to work my ass off and prove that I’m worthy of a spot on the Renegades roster.
Because a life without her isn’t one I want to live.