Chapter 37
THIRTY-SEVEN
MAKE ME SCREAM
Addison
As much as I knew I wasn’t in any real danger, I still couldn’t choke down the urge to scream.
But even as I tried, no real sound came out. Beckett’s palm muffled the screech, and there wasn’t enough air in my lungs to project.
He skillfully tackled me, rolling me over, so I didn’t collide with the ground.
My shirt rode up, and my bare stomach was pressed into the grass and dirt beneath me.
It stung against the scrapes and cuts I knew were marring my skin.
My teeth dug into the tender flesh of his hand, but he didn’t dare pull it away.
No matter how hard I bit him, he wasn’t giving in.
He was right, too—I knew exactly what would happen when he caught me.
“Doesn’t mean I have to make it easy,” I panted against his palm.
Digging my feet into the ground and scraping my nails through the dirt, it didn’t matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t buck him off me.
He only held me harder and laughed against the crook of my neck, taking a deep breath like he was breathing me in.
His thick erection pressed against my ass, and my mind was split with what to do. I wanted to feel him inside me, fucking me mercilessly into the ground, but I also didn’t want to make it easy. Now that he had me, that instinct to run and fight was growing quieter, but it was still there.
“What’s your safe word?”
He pulled his hand back from my mouth just enough that I could speak. “Red,” I whispered.
He brushed the hair away from the side of my face and peered down at me. The moon was high and bright in the sky, at least enough that I could see his sharp features and dark eyes. He hummed his approval deep in his throat, and I licked my lips in anticipation.
“Check in. What’s your color right now?”
There wasn’t a moment of hesitation. “Green,” I moaned, digging my fingers into the ground beneath me. I used whatever strength I could to push my hips off the ground just enough that I could grind my ass back into him. The thick outline of his shaft was prominent even between our clothes.
“Green, Daddy,” I repeated for good measure and was rewarded with a deep growl.
Everything from then on was like a blur, and I so badly wanted time to slow down so I could revel in every second. But that was never going to happen. My emotions were heightened, and every desire and instinct was at the forefront of my mind, controlling every action and move I made.
“Stay fucking still and stay fucking quiet,” Beckett warned through gritted teeth.
And I thought I might have the opportunity to fight more as he lifted some of his weight off me, but he was too quick.
He gathered both of my hands in one of his and shoved them above my head, slamming them into the hard ground.
One of his thick legs was between mine, and he used his knee to shove my thighs wider as he gripped the waistband of my sweatpants. He didn’t hesitate to rip them off me. Not just pulling them down my legs but tearing the fabric from my body like it was nothing.
I gasped as the cold hit the wetness gathering between my thighs, and I felt the first brush of grass against my bare legs.
“There’s my girl,” Beckett murmured. He tightened his hold on my hands still straining above my head and pushed my shirt up with his other. The cold whipped across the heated skin of my back, and I shivered and bowed, searching for more. More of what, I wasn’t sure. Just more of him.
And he gave it to me, running a reverent, gentle touch down my spine. I shivered at the stark contradiction. A moment of sensuality among the assertive dominance I expected. It was a brief second, but it was enough to bring tears to my eyes.
It didn’t last long. I heard the smack of Beckett’s palm before I felt the pinpointed sting on my ass. I yelped more in surprise than pain and chewed on my lower lip as he smacked the other side even harder.
“Scream all you want, baby girl,” he murmured and dropped his mouth to my ear as he shoved my legs farther apart. “But we’re all alone, and no one can fucking hear you.”
The truth of his words slammed into me, and my heart hammered with excitement. We were alone. Completely alone.
“Make me scream, then,” I panted and struggled against his grip on both of my wrists.
He growled and bit the tender skin of my shoulder blade, right at the base of my neck. It would definitely leave a mark, and by the time we were done, I wanted to be completely marked by him.
He shifted behind me, but he moved so fast that by the time I looked back, he was gripping his thick shaft in his free hand and slamming into me.
And he made good on my request, making me scream at the fullness.
I was wet, but not nearly enough to ease his entrance.
For a moment, it felt like he was tearing me in half, and I was thankful he stilled inside me.
Just long enough that I got used to his size.
My head dropped back to the ground, and I breathed hard, smelling the dirt and grass beneath me. I screwed my eyes shut and sucked in a cold breath as he began moving.
Consumed by his cock inside me, Beckett’s hold loosened, and I used the opportunity to jerk my hands free and dig my feet in the cold ground. I moved a few inches before his hand was a hard vise around the back of my neck and his other was mercilessly gripping my hip.
Fighting was pointless if the purpose was to move or free myself. But it wasn’t. I wanted him to hold me harder and never let up.
“Fight me all you want, baby girl. I’m going to fuck you until I fill this pretty little cunt with all of Daddy’s cum.”
My sarcastic retort died on my tongue as he pulled out and slammed back into me. Hard. So hard, I cried out into the cold night air and screwed my eyes shut at the flood of pain and pleasure.
“And you fighting, squirming beneath me, only makes me harder,” he said, and I swore I could feel his cock swell.
His grip was merciless against the back of my neck and my hip. Pinning me down, he kept me right where he wanted me as he fucked into me with little regard.
This wasn’t for me, I realized. Part of the game was that when he caught me, he’d do anything he wanted to me. And if he wanted to fuck me into the dirt and cover me in his cum, if he wanted to refuse to give me an orgasm, that was his right.
And somehow, the thought of being used for only his pleasure was more of a turn-on. I loved the idea that he was so overcome with lust and need that he could do no better than holding me down and taking what he needed.
Everything else in the world disappeared. There was only us and the carnal need between.
Tilting my hips higher, I arched my back and subsequently shoved my face harder into the ground.
“Oh, fuck, yes. Does my baby girl feel good? You finally giving in?”
Yes, Daddy, was on the tip of my tongue, but I liked the dynamic we were playing with too much. I liked the struggle.
“No, no,” I said instead, and Beckett only tightened his grip and punctuated each thrust. His hips snapped in a ruthless beat, his skin slapping against mine and stinging in the cold.
I reached behind me and grabbed for both of his hands, but all I did was scratch his skin.
His hold was so firm, I thought he’d never let go.
“Oh, but you’re so wet, baby girl. It’s almost like you want this.”
“No,” I said again, but the second time held little conviction. My hands slid back to the ground, and I dug my fingers into the dirt for something to hold onto.
“Don’t lie to me, Bubbles,” Beckett warned. Overwhelmed by him, the way he held me so possessively, and how he fucked me so mercilessly, I couldn’t open my eyes or begin to argue again. “You know better than to lie to me.”
Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t keep up the pretense any longer.
“I want it,” I pleaded. “Please, use me. Fuck me harder.”
“I know you do,” he ground out. “God, you’re fucking perfect. Everything about you is…”
His warm touch against the back of my neck disappeared, and I whimpered when his cock slid out of me. But I didn’t have more than a second to think about it. Beckett’s large hands wrapped around my waist and flipped me over in one easy motion, and I gasped as my back hit the hard ground.
Instantly, Beckett loomed over me and collared a hand around the base of my throat. In one perfect, unforgiving motion, he slid back inside me, and my back bowed at his fullness.
The cold long forgotten, my entire body felt like it was going to ignite the grass beneath me. He used his free hand to lift one of my legs and notch my ankle over his shoulder. The angle drove him so much deeper into me, but my cries were choked by his hand encircling my throat.
It was so dark, but the moon allowed me to see the unbidden, wild look in his eyes. The darkness I’d coaxed to the surface was beautiful, the way it twisted his features and decimated all his control.
“My beautiful fucking girl,” he growled as he dipped down and brushed his lips against mine.
My hamstring stretched with his movement, and he ground harder against my clit with every pinpointed thrust. I tightened around him and scraped my dirt-coated nails down his shoulders and arms in silent request for him to keep going.
So utterly consumed by him, I was beyond words. Not even my thoughts were coherent, each one muffled and clouded by desire.
“You going to come for me?” he whispered against my lips. “I want to feel you constrict around me, baby girl.”
I nodded and clawed my fingers through his hair, tugging his head back so we could lock eyes, and he could witness the ecstasy I could feel about to overwhelm me.
My core tightened, and my breath hitched as my orgasm consumed me.
His hold tightened around my throat, and my scream splintered into a thousand pieces with me.
It was the most intense and gratifying orgasm I’d ever had. And I wanted to live in that moment forever if I could. Just me and Beckett.