Chapter 23 #2
My cheeks go pink as I try to find the words.
I grip his shirt, trying to pull him closer.
Spreading my legs, I press the damp mound of my pussy against him.
I can feel his naked cock pressing against my ass.
My fingers itch to touch it. He growls and slides his hand into my hair, fisting it and pulling my head back to expose my neck.
I gasp as his lips trail down the column of my neck. Reaching for his cock is natural, but he growls and grabs my hand.
“Behave yourself, Ella. That’s the only way you are going to ever fucking walk again.”
“But—”
He cuts me off, his voice gone to gravel.
“What will it be?” he asks absently. “You fucking tease. Do you want to suck my cock? Hmm? Or would you rather be stripped naked, bent over my lap, and have your ass paddled?” There is a glint in his eye as he finally makes eye contact with me.
“Or maybe you would rather I truss you, turn you on your stomach, and fuck you until you scream for me?”
At his distinct threat, something low in my body clenches. He arches a brow. My heart pounds in my throat, a bass note.
“Keir…” I plead.
“Do you even know why you are whimpering my name? Hm? Do you know whether you want to get away or whether you want me to just take complete control?”
I stifle my response, squirming. When he commands me like this, when he talks to me with this cruel tone in his voice, it only makes me hornier.
He looks at me, a little smirk of satisfaction flitting across his mouth.
“I think I heard you asking me to tie you up.”
“No!” I protest, pressing my legs together. “Keir, please—”
He gives me a measured smile as he skates his touch up my thigh once more. I clench and jerk away from him.
Keir leans down, suddenly thundering at me. “Look at me!”
My gaze jumps to his. My mouth opens. He runs his fingers down my mons to the cleft of my pussy. I release a noise from my throat, a whimper and a gasp. My cheeks are already a deep pink but I can feel my face get hotter as he rubs my pussy and flicks his fingers against me hard.
I feel a tendril of moisture slipping from my pussy. I may resist, but my body has its own ideas.
I stare up into Keir’s face, paralyzed, my heart rate blindingly fast. He leans over my body and smirks.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he says, his voice gone to gravel. “I think it’s been a very long time since you’ve been touched.”
A denial is on my lips. But when I start to say no, he forces my legs apart, moves my panties to the side, and rubs my clit. My entire body buckles. Fists clenching, back bowing, legs jerking.
He lets go of my ankle and continues rubbing my clit as he grabs my hip, He slides my ass down so that I’m practically bumping up against his groin. He flicks my clit hard and I gasp, trying to pull my thighs closed.
Keir smirks down at me, lifting his hand in the air, showing off his glistening fingertips.
I pant, staring at his dark figure as he bends over my body and forces me to look at the evidence of my excitement. My breasts tingle and I wish I were alone so that I could touch myself, make myself cum. It wouldn’t take much, I’m sure.
“You wanted this,” Keir rasps. He pops one of his wet fingertips into his mouth, miming at my taste. “God, that is sweet. You need my touch, don’t you? You want me to keep going, to make you cum, to fuck you until you scream. Just admit it.”
My breath catches in my throat and I give my head the tiniest shake. “No.”
My voice is so weak that I may as well not have said anything at all. Keir clears his throat and drifts his hand down to his cock.
And I know a moment of pure, selfish, urgent desire.
Whatever I say to the contrary, I do want Keir. He’s so untrustworthy and villainous and yet…
For a second, all I can look at or focus on is his fucking cock. I’m looking right at his long, thick, finely veined penis. It’s perfect and pink and uncut, jutting out from the bottom of the black t-shirt he wears.
Swallowing, I make eye contact with him. “Keir—”
I intend to tell him that it’s okay, that I want him.
He strokes his cock, biting his lip as he looks me up and down.
He licks his fingertips and then rubs them against my clit again.
“I’ve been imagining this for so long, sweetheart.
I want you to roll over, get on your knees, and open those thighs. ”
I don’t move for a second, staring at him, trying to decide how serious he is. Keir grabs my arm hard and wrenches me onto my stomach.
“On your knees,” he husks. He slaps my naked ass. “Ass up. I want to see that pretty pussy of yours, Ella.”
My pussy clenches and I shut my eyes and push my butt up in the air. Keir grabs my thighs and yanks me towards him, spreading my ass and my thighs open.
I make a noise, something between a yelp and a gasp. I’m rewarded by a stinging slap to one ass cheek.
“Oh, sweetheart…” Keir mutters. He reaches out and grabs my ass, angling my pelvis so that he has a better view from behind. When I crane my neck to look at him, his eyes are fixed on my pussy lips. “I’m going to ruin your delicate little pussy.”
My eyes widen and my breath catches.
He answers me with a smack on the ass. Then he leans me forward, pressing my face down. I can feel him moving behind me.
I am caught for a moment, my breath jerking from my lungs, my whole body quivering. He runs his hand up my inner thigh, probing, finding the seam of my pussy.
I suck in a breath and he places a kiss on my ass cheek. I clench against his invasion, a whimper leaving my lips. He spreads my pussy lips with his fingers. He lightly presses his entire face against me and a second later, I feel the wet heat of his mouth on my pussy.
My mouth opens in a big O. I start trembling; the sensation of his mouth is shocking and exciting. His tongue quickly finds my clit, swirling around it.
“Oh my god,” I whisper. “Oh… oh my god…”
Keir pauses. I can hear a low chuckle.
“That’s right, Ella. I have you exactly where I want you. And I intend to use that to my advantage.”
His words make me clench. I am at his mercy. He can hurt me if he wants to, even kill me. A shiver races up my spine at that thought.
But even as I fear him, I can feel sticky, dewy moisture leaking from my slit.
Keir keeps kissing my clit, circling his tongue around it. I close my eyes as he works, torturing me, bringing me so much pleasure that I almost weep. I can feel strings tightening and growing taut deep inside my body. My body is full and hot, as flushed as my reddened cheeks.
Keir plays me like a fiddle, knowing exactly how to move his tongue and where to press his fingers. I can feel myself growing closer and closer to the edge.
When I’m almost there, he places his thumb squarely on the balloon knot of my ass. It feels… naughty.
I’m so caught up in having Keir sink his thumb into my ass that I come, suddenly and unexpectedly, inner muscles jerking. I make a strangled gurgle and tumble over the edge, not seeing or hearing anything for a moment.
But I can feel every last thing, every flick of his tongue against my clit, every excited hum, every wiggle of his thumb as it slides into my ass.
I am stupefied, sucking in ragged breaths, forgetting who and where I am for several moments. I slowly come back to myself, realizing that Keir is still touching my pussy.
He takes his cock and presses the blunt tip against the inside of my thigh. I pull him in with my legs, making him readjust a little until he settles the tip of his length against my wet pussy. We both groan in unison as he pushes inside, stretching me out with each inch.
I grip his shoulders, my nails digging into his flesh. His brow furrows in concentration as he works his length all the way in. My pussy clenches as I stretch and accommodate his massive size.
It hurts, honestly. Being so intimately stretched pinches painfully and having so the bulk of his weight on top of me is crushing me. He shifts his weight, taking it off me, looking down into my eyes.
“God damn,” he murmurs. “There are no words to describe the feeling of finally being inside you, sweetheart.”
I move my hips, grinding my pussy against him. It rubs his cock against my inner walls in a new way, eliciting a ripple of pleasure.
“Fuck,” I say, wanting more. “Please, Keir.”
He looks up at me, a sheen of sweat beginning to break across his forehead. He moves then, slowly pumping his cock in and out of me. I start to feel ripples of pleasure, tentative at first, then more and more certain.
Keir takes my small breast in one broad hand, pinching the nipple. I start to move in time with him, rolling my hips. Little licks of flame start to unfurl themselves deep inside of me, stealing my breath away.
“God,” I moan. Tossing my head back, I meet his cautious thrusts. “More. I want more!”
He stiffens for just a moment, then grabs my hips and pulls me up a few inches. He forgets his hesitant rhythm and starts hammering himself in and out of my pussy. My eyes widen for a second. He starts sweating in earnest, his sweat mixing with my own every single place that my fingers touch.
Looking at his fierce expression, I’m unsure what I’ve unleashed in him, more beast than man. But at the same time, the ripples of my inner pond are growing in size, becoming chaotic.
It feels unbelievably good to move my hips in time with each thrust. I’m compelled to match his pace, to meet his hips, to wrap my legs around him and draw him in more.
I focus on that, letting my eyes drift closed, my fingers reaching for my own nipple.
Keir groans, slowing for a second. He raises himself up and starts thrusting again. Then he pushes my hand aside, slipping his hand down between us.
He brushes my clit and my back bows. I feel like my hips are growing heavy and full, each of his thrusts bringing me closer to the edge of an abyss.
He growls and redoubles his pace, hammering himself into me, his fingers working quick circles over my clit.
I suddenly feel electrified, moaning and clutching at his shoulders.
He punctuates each thrust by stroking my clit.
“That’s it. I can feel you getting close. Just let go…” he whispers, his words a plea and a command at once.
I clench my eyes shut, stretching, reaching for some unknown goal. “Keir… I…”
My pussy spasms around his cock. My eyes roll up in my head. I feel like I’m hit by several bolts of lightning all at once, all focusing on one point low in my body.
“Fuck!”
Rocking my hips, I feel the sensation as it rolls through me, as certain as the tide moves through the ocean. When it recedes at last, I open my eyes and keep my hips moving, trying desperately to breathe.
Keir hammers his cock home at a blistering pace, his movements blinding as he approaches his own peak.
“God damn,” he whispers, pumping his hips madly. “Fuck, Ella, you’re making me come…”
At the last second, he pulls his cock out of my pussy, thrusting hard and raggedly against my sweat-slicked mound a half dozen times. I feel him coming, feel his semen spurting out onto my skin in a hot seeping liquid.
For half a minute, Keir’s lips are on mine, his cock still twitching against my pussy. His hands frame my face and he seems almost reverent.
“Damn. That was…” He chuckles and then pulls out of my embrace.
I suck in breaths as he withdraws, wiping sweat from his brow. He pulls his shirt off and wipes the lake of his cum from my pussy, carefully cleaning me before roughly wiping his cock.
He pulls on his shorts and then picks my bra up off the ground. While I’m still stunned, he balls up his shirt and hunts down the rest of my garments.
“Get dressed,” he tells me. “We should get back to the castle.”
I pull on my clothes, trying to figure out what he’s feeling. I arch a brow. “Are we going to talk about what just happened?”
Keir shrugs. “Not unless you want to for some reason. It was a long time coming. An itch that needed scratching. And now we’ve done just that, so…”
He has switched gears, now seeming to be more worried about getting home than talking about things between us.
God, I actually forgot that Keir is a man, just like all the other men I know.
Not entirely unlike my father, either.
Bitter disappointment fills my veins.
I head out of the clearing and back into the woods without saying another word, my mouth clamping into a thin line.