Chapter 28 Vane
VANE
The orgy room has filled with hunters and their prey, the air thick with tension. Bodies writhe against each other on the plush furniture scattered throughout the space. Still, I notice several eyes fixed on us—on Lia, suspended from chains, her body glistening with sweat and arousal.
Let them see. Let them all witness what they can never have.
I trail the white feather along her inner thigh, deliberately avoiding her center where she needs it most. Her muscles tense beautifully.
“You're the only attraction to me, wildflower,” I whisper against her ear, loud enough for only her to hear. “Look how they watch you. How they wish they were me.”
I drag the feather up her stomach, circling each nipple until they harden to stiff peaks. Her breathing hitches, and I'm drunk on the power of controlling her pleasure.
“Please,” she whimpers, straining against her bonds.
“Please, what?” I pull back to watch her face. “Tell me exactly what you want. Let everyone hear how desperate you are for me.”
Her eyes, heavy-lidded with desire, meet mine. “Touch me.”
“I am touching you.” I drag the feather down between her breasts, over her stomach, circling her navel.
“Not like that,” she gasps.
When I finally brush the feather across her swollen clit, her entire body vibrates with barely restrained pleasure. A moan escapes her lips, echoing through the room. The sound draws a few unmatched hunter's eyes.
“Look at them watching you,” I growl, circling her clit again with the soft plume. “They're jealous. They wish they could make you tremble like I do.”
I press the feather more firmly against her sensitive flesh, and her hips buck wildly. “No one else gets to touch you like this again.” I lean in closer, biting her earlobe. “No one else would know exactly how to touch you to make you fall apart anyway.”
Another stroke of the feather and she's hovering right on the edge.
“You're mine,” I remind her, discarding the feather to slide my fingers through her wetness. “And I'm going to make sure everyone in this room knows it.”
I unzip my pants, dragging them down my legs along with my underwear. My cock springs free, rock hard and ready. The mask around my neck shifts as I kick my clothes away.
I grab her suspended thighs, spreading them wider as I position myself at her entrance. Her body hangs perfectly at the ideal height, swaying slightly in the chains—a masterpiece of flesh I've arranged for my pleasure.
“Hunters are watching,” I growl, running my thumbs along her inner thighs where they're slick with arousal. “They're all going to see how perfectly you take me.”
Without warning, I thrust into her with one brutal stroke, burying myself to the hilt. The force of it makes her body swing in the chains.
“Fuck!” she cries out, her internal muscles clenching around me immediately as she comes, her body so primed from my teasing that she explodes at the first contact.
“That's it,” I praise, gripping her thighs tighter, using them as handles to pull her body onto my cock again and again. “Coming on my cock the second I'm inside you. Such a perfect little slut for me only.”
Her body is completely at my mercy as I control her movement through the suspension. I slam into her relentlessly, making her breasts bounce with each thrust. The chains above us rattle and creak as I use her body like a fuck toy, positioning her exactly how I want her.
Sweat drips down my chest as I pound into her, her suspended form completely helpless to do anything but take what I give her. Every thrust sends her swinging back, only for me to pull her roughly forward again.
“You're nothing but a puppet on my strings,” I snarl, slapping her ass hard enough to leave a handprint. “And I'm the only one who knows how to make you dance.”
Her cunt grips me like a vise, slick and hot around my cock. Every thrust sends her swinging, completely at my mercy.
“That's it,” I growl, digging my fingers into her thighs hard enough to bruise. “Take every fucking inch of what's always been yours.”
Her eyes roll back as another orgasm rips through her. I don't slow down, punishing her with relentless thrusts while the room watches our display.
“Your cunt remembers me,” I snarl. “Fifteen years and it still recognizes its fucking master.”
I pull out suddenly, leaving her empty and whimpering. Her pussy glistens, dripping with arousal as she sways slightly in her suspension.
“I need that ass, wildflower.” I run my thumb between her cheeks, circling her tight hole. “Time to claim every part of you.”
Her eyes widen. Something in her expression makes me pause.
“Has anyone fucked this tight little hole before?” I ask, pressing against her entrance.
She hesitates, then whispers, “Yes.”
Red clouds my vision as rage surges through me. I grab her jaw roughly, forcing her to look at me.
“You gave someone else one of your firsts?” My voice turns feral. “Those belonged to me. Every. Single. One.”
I tighten my grip, watching her eyes dilate with fear and arousal.
“You need to be punished for that,” I hiss against her lips. “I should have bent you over after prom and claimed this, too. Marked every inch of you as mine before you ran away.”
Her breath catches as I reach back and circle her hole again, more insistently this time.
“Now I'll have to remind you who owns this part of you, too.”
I grab a bottle of lube from a nearby table, squeezing a generous amount onto my fingers. The watching hunters only fuel my possessive rage as I step behind her and circle her puckered entrance.
“You let other men have this part of you,” I growl, roughly pushing a lubed finger inside her. “Did you bend over for those fancy New York dominants while thinking of me?”
Her ass yields too easily around my finger, then another, confirming she’s telling the truth. This isn't new territory for her at all. The knowledge burns through me like acid.
“Fucking slut,” I hiss, scissoring my fingers inside her. “Every hole on your body was meant for me alone.”
I withdraw my fingers and slick my cock with lube, positioning myself behind her suspended form. I adjust the chains, tilting her ass up at the perfect angle. Her vulnerability on display for everyone to see inflames me further.
“You think those other men knew how to use this ass?” I grab her hips roughly, pressing the head of my cock against her entrance. “They were just practice runs for the real thing.”
Without warning, I slam forward, burying myself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. Her scream echoes through the orgy room, drawing even more attention.
“Fuck!” she cries out, her body tensing around my invasion.
“That's right, wildflower. Take all of it.”
I give her barely a moment to adjust before I start moving, each thrust making the chains above us creak and sway. Despite her initial resistance, her body quickly relaxes, accepting me as if she were made for this—made for me.
“Look how easily you take me,” I growl, slapping her ass hard as I pound into her.
I grip the chains, using them for leverage as I drive deeper into her tight heat. The sight of my cock disappearing into her ass while men watch us makes me nearly delirious.
“This ass is mine now,” I snarl, reaching around to rub her clit. “And I'm going to ruin it for anyone else who ever thought they had a claim on you.”
My grip tightens on her hips. Sweat drips down my chest as I establish a punishing rhythm, claiming what should have been mine years ago.
“You think you're reclaiming me?” Her voice cuts through the haze of my possession, unexpectedly sharp with challenge. “I've taken cocks in this tight ass while imagining it was you.”
My rhythm falters for a split second, rage and lust colliding inside me.
“That's right,” she continues, her voice husky despite her suspension. “I'd bend over for them, close my eyes, and pretend their hands were yours. Pretend it was your cock stretching me open.”
“Fucking hell,” I growl, driving deeper into her, the chains rattling violently above us.
“I'd beg them to pull my hair,” she gasps as I thrust harder. “To mark me up. But they could never match what I imagined you'd do to me.”
I reach forward, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her head back. “Is this what you wanted? Is this how you imagined it?“
“Yes,” she moans, her ass clenching around me. “Harder. Make it hurt. Make me feel like I'm yours.”
My control snaps. I release her hair to slap her ass with bruising force, watching the red handprint bloom on her flesh.
“You want it to hurt?” I growl, tightening my grip on her hips as I thrust deeper into her ass. “I'll make it fucking hurt, wildflower. I'll make you feel every inch of me for days.”
I pull almost completely out before slamming back in, making the chains rattle violently above us.
“Yes,” she gasps, her internal muscles clenching around my cock. “God, I love how your cock feels in my ass. So fucking big.”
I hadn't expected my prim and proper Lia to talk like this—to beg for it rough and dirty in her tight little ass.
“Such a dirty little anal slut,” I growl, slapping her ass hard enough to leave another handprint. “Who knew you were hiding this beneath all that sophistication?”
I grab the chains above her, using them for leverage as I pound into her mercilessly. The new angle lets me drive even deeper, and her moans grow louder with each thrust.
“Harder,” she demands. “I want to feel you split me open.”
“Fuck,” I grunt, her filthy mouth making it almost impossible to stem the coming storm. “You're going to get exactly what you're begging for.”
I reach around and find her clit, rubbing it roughly as I maintain my punishing pace in her ass. Her entire body tenses in response to the dual stimulation.
“Your ass was made for my cock,” I tell her, watching where we're joined.
“It feels so good,” she moans, pushing back against me as much as her suspended position allows. “I love your cock stretching my tight little ass.”
My pace increases, fucking into her with abandon as the watching hunters fade into the background. Nothing exists except Lia's body taking my cock, her dirty words, and the primal need to mark my territory.
I watch my cock disappear into Lia's perfect ass with each brutal thrust. Fifteen years of fantasies couldn't compare to the reality of claiming her this way.
“Time for me to breed that ass,” I growl, digging my fingers into her hips hard enough to bruise. “Every one of your holes will be thoroughly filled by me by the end of this.”
Her muscles tighten around my cock.
“You hear that, wildflower?” I lean forward, biting the sensitive spot where her neck meets her shoulder. “I'm going to mark you inside and out. Fill you so completely that you'll be dripping for days.”
I reach around to pinch one nipple, twisting it enough to make her gasp. The pain-pleasure mixture makes her clench tighter around me, nearly pushing me over the edge.
“That's it,” I hiss through clenched teeth, fighting to maintain control. “Squeeze my cock like you need it. Like you've always needed it.”
The knowledge that I can make her come with my cock in her ass is beyond satisfying.
“You're going to come with my cock in your ass,” I command. “Come while I fill this tight ass with my cum.”
I fuck into her harder, the suspension chains creaking under the force.
“Yes! Oh god, Vane!” Lia screams, her entire body quaking beneath me. “It's so good—Fuck, I'm coming! No one—” she gasps, voice breaking. “No one has ever made me come like this before.”
My rhythm falters as pleasure surges through my body, unstoppable and overwhelming.
“Perfect,” I growl, digging my fingers into her hips as I thrust one final time, burying myself completely. My cock pulses as I empty myself inside her, marking her from the inside.
I stay there for a moment, savoring the feeling of her ass around me. The knowledge that I've claimed her completely, even if I wasn’t the first, fills me with savage satisfaction.
Slowly, I withdraw, watching my cock slip free from her perfect ass. She whimpers at the loss, her body still suspended perfectly before me.
“Push it out,” I demand. “Show me how well I've filled you.”
Lia obeys without hesitation, bearing down as my release begins to trickle from her. I watch, mesmerized, as evidence of my claim slides down her thighs.
“That's it,” I murmur, running my finger through the mess, then bringing it to her lips. She opens her mouth automatically, sucking my finger clean. “Perfect. You're fucking perfect.”
I walk around to stand before her and lean in, capturing her mouth in a bruising kiss before pulling back to look into her eyes.
“You're mine, wildflower,” I tell her, cupping her face. “You've always been mine, and now everyone here knows it. You're mine forever.”
The sight of her—suspended, marked, claimed—fills me with fierce pride.
This woman, this goddess who's haunted my dreams, is finally where she belongs.
I thought the chase was what I craved, but now I know—having her surrender completely is the true victory.
No more running, no more games. Just Lia, mine at last.