Chapter 97
Caterina
Thirty minutes later, I pulled up to the lake house and stopped in the driveway.
The closest neighbor was three miles away, so Harlow could scream all she wanted and no one would hear her.
I stepped out, walking to the passenger back door and pulled it open.
I curled my fingers around her legs, forcing her to stand up as I pushed her to the hood of my Escalade.
I ripped the hood off of her head and she blinked, her eyes adjusting to the scene around her.
I cut the rope from her ankles. “Now, let’s see how ready you are.”
She bolted, running in the direction the light shone. Harlow wouldn’t make this easy for me. I could hear her screaming through the gag. I had to check on her and make sure she was still okay with this. When I ripped her nightgown, I knew I went too far, but her body language was calm.
I chased her. “You’re not helping yourself. I’m going to catch you.” And I did. I fisted her by her hair, hauling her towards my chest. She was still here, so I would continue. I pushed her back to the car and pushed her on the hood, spreading her wide.
God, she was drenched.
“Look at what a needy whore you are.” Harlow was dripping as I dipped my forefinger inside her.
I pulled her legs over my shoulders, moving her panties to the side and dove into paradise.
She rocked her hips against my tongue as I licked, flicked, and sucked her needy clit.
I devoured her, holding her thighs down as she squirmed.
Normally, I didn’t like her squirming like this, but it added to the scene and her fight.
Harlow was screaming through the gag. Even now, my girl was vocal.
My teeth grazed her clit before I sucked it hard.
Harlow’s back arched off the hood as an orgasm washed through her body, coating my tongue with her sweet release.
“Needy and greedy. Let’s see what else you can do.” I pushed her off the hood, her feet awkwardly positioned as she tried to steady herself.
The sound she made when she lunged wasn’t exactly a cry, but it was more a grunt of frustration.
She glanced at me, fear and determination dancing in her gorgeous brown eyes.
Even now her eyes reminded me of the earth after a rainstorm, soft, alive, and beautiful.
Harlow took my distraction for advantage and attempted to run again, but I caught her foot.
Before she fell flat on her face, I caught her in my arms. “The hard way it is.” I threw her over my shoulder, smacking her bare ass as I carried her into my house. Her ass was wiggling, and I hit her again. A moan slipped from the gag as I massaged the spot I hit.
I kicked the bedroom door open and tossed her onto the bed.
When the cleaners finished, I’d driven out here to get everything ready.
As I straddled her hips she kicked her legs, but it was pointless.
Grasping her wrists, I cut the rope, moving the right one to the side and latching it to the handcuff before doing the same to the other one.
When I removed myself from her hips, she kicked at me—but not for long.
I gathered more rope, taking her right ankle and binding it to the end of the bed before doing the same to the other.
She was spread wide, exactly what she wanted.
My eyes trailed up to her panties, and there was an even bigger wet spot.
I didn’t need to deny her anymore, but I had a few more things to do before we finished the scene.
Reaching into my pocket, I clutched my knife and placed it on the inside of her thigh.
She stilled, her eyes wide and her breathing heavy.
I ran the blade upward, careful not to cut her skin as I slowly got to her white panties.
I traced up her covered center and buried the knife into the side of her panty line before cutting it, and then did the same to the other side.
Removing the wet material, I covered her wet pussy with my hand.
Her jaw tightened, anticipation dancing through her eyes as she watched me.
There was a crease between her brows that told me she was fighting her emotions with this scene.
I knew she was in a constant battle with herself because of the emotional turmoil she was in, but she was allowed to enjoy this.
Her eyes caught mine, my finger tracing gentle circles over her hip. I watched the moment she relaxed and her breathing evened out and then she nodded slowly.
Consent.
It was what I needed for my mind to slip back into this scene.
I slapped her cunt, causing her body to jerk off the bed, and then I thrust three fingers inside her needy pussy. Slowly, I fucked her, the sound of her arousal echoing though the room. When she got closer to an orgasm, I removed my fingers, bringing them to my mouth and sucking them clean.
“You’re going to be a good little whore and take everything I give you,” I demanded, and she nodded.
Harlow wanted me to use a strap-on tonight, even though I was hesitant. She said she trusted me, and if she needed to stop, she knew I would. One word or anything faltering in her body language. I knew what to look for.
I quickly stripped out of my clothes and stepped into the black harness before adding a red dildo to it. Glancing at Harlow, she looked content and not scared.
Crawling onto the bed, I cut one rope, pushing her leg up and spreading her wide.
Her leg rested on my shoulder as I ran the tip of the toy through her pussy lips before slamming into her hard.
Harlow screamed, and I paused. Her hips moved against me and she nodded, consenting for me to keep going.
Quickly, I cut the other rope, and she wrapped her leg around my waist. I pulled out and slammed forward.
The headboard slammed into the wall as I fucked her with ferocity.
The shift was subtle and I would have missed it if I wasn’t focused on her. Her breathing changed, labored and shallow. Her body tensed, but not from an orgasm. She was being pulled into her past.
I knew if I stopped, I would push her further away so I slowed my movements.
My fingers brushed against her face lovingly, a small comfort to her as I continued our scene without pushing her further over the edge.
I used my voice to soothe her, to anchor her back to me.
Her eyes snapped to mine, and I watched the moment she came back to me.
The tension in her body eased enough, and she took her control back.
Her hips moved against mine, desperate, needy for more and I would give her everything and more.
This was what she needed. How she claimed her freedom, her control and I was right where I needed to be to help her regain everything that was taken from her.