Chapter 40 Steele
FORTY
STEELE
…for the rest of my life.
That’s all it takes for me to skip any of the pleasantries I normally take, slowly sinking into Sydney’s perfect body, inch by glorious inch.
She’s soaked, her swollen pussy taking my cock with barely any resistance, her ankles locking behind my ass in an attempt to pull me closer.
But I take my time, my brain telling me to hold back because of everything she’s been through.
I’m terrified to hurt or scare her, and it’s making me second-guess my decision to fuck her at all, even though she was the one who asked for it.
Carefully burying myself to the hilt, I retreat before driving forward again.
A soft whimper falls from her parted lips, her hips tilting up in a silent plea for more.
I want to give it, but I just…can’t. As close as I came to losing her today, I don’t have it in me to treat her with anything less than the most delicate touch I can muster.
“Sweet, precious girl,” I murmur, pressing soft, wet kisses along her jawline as I set a pace that feels too fast, but judging by her body language as she writhes underneath me, it’s the exact opposite for her.
I grind my pelvic bone into her clit, hoping that it’ll give her what she needs, but all I get back is a desperate, frustrated whimper that tells me it’s not enough.
“Steele, please,” she whines, lifting into me again. “I need more. I need us.”
I dip down, sliding my lips against hers as a war rages in my head.
I know what she means. She wants it fast and rough—full of passion like it always is when we’re together.
But how am I supposed to provide that when the vision of her curled up on my front steps after being kidnapped is right there every time I close my eyes?
She looks up at me, so much emotion hidden behind her ocean-blue eyes.
“You’re my safe place, Steele.” The words are choked as she cradles my cheeks.
“With you, I can be free—let my head go completely empty—and know that you’ve got me, no matter what.
I need to feel like myself again. Please. I’ll do anything.”
Fuck.
Hearing her say that I’m her safe place wakes up the most primal part of me.
It’s unexpected, yet so eye-opening. Not only is this woman mine to love, but she’s mine to take care of in whatever capacity she needs.
Sydney isn’t someone who wears her heart on her sleeve.
You have to earn her love, and to be a place of solace for her is a gift that is solely mine—and one that I refuse to take for granted.
If she needs fast, hard, and dominating to forget what she went through today, even if it’s only for a few minutes, then it’s my job to give it to her.
“Okay,” I reply, pinching her chin between my thumb and forefinger so she can see how serious I am. “But no colors this time. You say stop, for any reason, and we stop. I promise to take care of you, but I refuse to hurt you in a way that you don’t want in the process. Deal?”
She nods rapidly, relief washing over her expression. “Deal. I promise.”
“Good girl,” I reply, my gaze darkening as I slip into the character I know she’s desperate to see. “Now shut the fuck up and take this cock like you were made to do it.”
Pulling back until her lips are wrapped around my tip, I slam forward, every rung of my Jacob’s ladder bumping along her sensitive skin when she clenches around me.
Her mouth falls open, a scream lodged in her throat, but nothing comes out as I begin to fuck her roughly.
Her eyes roll back, nails digging into the skin of my biceps so deeply that I’m sure it’ll be days before their marks go away.
Good. I hope they never do. It would be an honor to wear Sydney’s brand on my body for the rest of my life. I want the world to know that I belong to her.
“Atta girl, Mistress. Show me how well you take it,” I grit through clenched teeth as I push back onto my haunches and shove her knees to her ears.
The move splits her completely wide, giving me a perfect view of her cunt as it swallows every inch of my cock.
I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life than Sydney lost in pleasure, her eyes closed and limbs trembling as she journeys to the summit.
“Yes,” she moans, her toes curling as she tears at the sheets. “Fuck me, baby boy. Make it sting.”
In tune with every one of her darkest desires, I pull out, abruptly flipping her over like a rag doll as breath rushes from her lungs.
I don’t waste a second yanking her ass into the air and thrusting back into her slick heat, the palm of my hand colliding against her cheek with a loud crack.
She gasps out loud, the sound quickly turning into a deep moan the moment I massage the reddened area with gentle fingers.
I strike her a few more times, her body’s reaction telling me that she’s getting exactly what she needs.
“Such a depraved, subby girl,” I mock, swatting her again.
“Your pussy squeezes me so tight every time I spank you. You love the pain, don’t you?
” She clutches the pillow in her fists, her inner walls fluttering as I continue fucking her relentlessly.
But she doesn’t reply, so I correct her with another firm strike to the back of her thigh.
“You know better than to ignore me when I ask a question, Sydney. Answer me.”
“Y-yes, sir,” she stammers, the words muffled by the wild blonde locks that lie across her face. “I love the pain. Only from you.”
“That’s right, baby,” I growl, possessiveness filling my chest at her words.
“Only I’m allowed to tear you apart this way.
Every inch of you belongs to me…from here”—I separate her cheeks and spit onto her forbidden hole, rubbing it in with the pad of my thumb.
The muscles twitch beneath my touch, my head going fuzzy as I sink in to the first knuckle—“to here. It’s all fucking mine. ”
“Oh my God,” she whimpers, pushing back until she’s taken every inch. “Don’t stop. You’re going to make me come.”
“I’ll never stop, baby. Now, let go for me,” I demand, my balls slapping against her swollen clit as she grips onto my shaft for dear life. She’s so close that I can’t even fully pull back, fearing that she may actually tear my cock right from my body as she finally careens over the edge.
She comes on a loud scream, her asshole spasming around my thumb as her pussy contracts violently.
Electricity zaps at my spine and rushes through my limbs, rendering me useless as I lose control completely.
The first rope of cum erupts from my tip like a volcano, my thighs trembling involuntarily as more hot spurts paint her insides.
I give her every drop, my thick release mixing with hers until there isn’t a modicum of space left inside her.
It feels amazing, filling her and marking her as mine while she does the exact same thing to me.
I’ll never tire of the way we show our love for one another, regardless of how unconventional it may seem.
We’re perfectly complete, and I know without a doubt that I could never have this kind of connection with anyone but her.
I carefully pull out, enjoying the way my seed leaks from between her lips.
Because I’m still buzzing with territorial, possessive energy, I gather it with the tips of my fingers before shoving every last bit right back inside.
The satisfied sigh that filters through the pillow when I do tells me that she loves the idea of being full of my cum just as much as I do.
Leaving a trail of soft kisses along her spine, I crawl up the bed, guiding her hips down until she’s lying limp against the mattress.
Soft breaths puff from her plump lips, contented hums causing my heart to squeeze in my chest when I gently smooth the mess of hair away from her face so I can take her in.
Her cheeks are flushed, a silly smile lifting the corners of her mouth as her eyes flutter open.
“Hi,” she croaks, her tired giggle like music to my ears.
“Hi, baby,” I chuckle. “Are you okay? Anything tender or need special attention?” I spanked her pretty hard, but I also know what kind of pain she likes, so I’m not surprised when she shakes her head.
“No. Can you just hold me for a few minutes before you go crazy with the water and ointment? I know you have to, and I promise I won’t give you a hard time, but I want to cuddle first.”
“Anything you need, sweetheart,” I reply, pulling her soft curves against mine. Her familiar scent envelops me, a reminder that she’s really here…and that she’s really mine.
We lie like that for what feels like forever, until her breathing steadies and she falls asleep in my tight embrace, right where she belongs.
I vow in this moment to make sure she always has a safe place—somewhere to go when the weight of what she carries is too heavy to bear alone.
I’ll take it all, giving her a life so full of happiness that she’ll never have to question if she’s seen or heard, because I’ll be right there every day, reminding her just how special she is.
Sydney Grant is my world, and I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure she’s never taken from me again.