Chapter 39
Fundamental Physics
Max
I stare down at Zoe, seemingly already breaking apart just for me.
However, I am nowhere near done. She’s splayed before me, arms stretched horizontally flat against the conference table and her back is lifting slowly as she takes in a few deep breaths.
I find her quaking legs quite adorable. She is always so strong, so fierce, I want to see her melt. I want her to bend, to mold. For me.
“Stand for me but keep your back to me.” I demand.
Slowly she rolls herself up and judging by the way she rolls her shoulders back, she knows she can take more.
“Good, now strip for me.” My Harpy is learning quickly, and I can’t say I’m disappointed in the slightest. She kicks off her boots, followed by her socks, then she's able to wiggle completely out of her pants. It’s not until she unclips her harness that I realize she is still armed.
She places both guns flat on the table before she lets the holster drop to the floor.
She is slow at first but eventually grabs the bottom hem of her top and slides it up her body.
The sight of her pale skin brightening the lowly lit room should be a painting, hung in a museum for millions to travel across seas to visit.
I take a bated breath as I stare at her shape from behind.
Her hands hang at her sides, and she has yet to move outside of my instruction, until her fingers begin to twitch and tap against her bare thigh.
“Get on all fours.” I command, and again she obliges without second guessing me. Maybe just making her come has made her compliant, but I can’t wait to see her shatter for me. “Do you remember where my special room is?” I ask.
“Yes, sir.”
“Then crawl to it for me.” I smirk, knowing this will test her patience.
Her skin flushes a pretty shade of pink, and I see her breathing pause.
As if she’s psyching herself up, she nods to herself and makes her way towards the door.
I push the door open only to reveal my three brothers just waiting in the hall, clearly eavesdropping.
I bite back a smile, not wanting to spoil it for Zoe.
Her eyes are trained on the floor, and it’s not until a whistle leaves Brandon’s lips that she freezes, finally aware of their presence. “Don’t look, and don’t you dare stop. Those eyes are for me alone tonight. Now crawl.” I ordered.
I see her visual frustration, but she shakes it away and continues on her path.
“Broken so easily, Princess?” Brandon taunts, and I see she is fighting every natural instinct to defend herself. But I know she can be a good girl, at least for me.
“I suppose she’s made of aluminum, not steel.” Dean adds to the conversation.
Although I’m not ecstatic they are here for my moment with Zoe, I am pleased that they are adding to her behavioral training. Testing her will alongside me.
Her nails grip against the hardwood but she pushes forward determined to prove to me just how obedient she can be when she wants to be.
“The little devil doesn't look so devilish on all fours.” Teddy chimes with a song in his tone as he admires her form and the casual dip in her back's natural arch.
We pass them but I can feel all six eyes fixed on our backs as she continues her pace.
I remain patient but I do realize that she has started to move slightly faster.
I slow my own pace to take in her view from behind.
The tight slit between her thigh's glistens, and I fight back a groan.
Our arrival at the door comes painfully fast, but she remains on all fours patiently waiting for my next instruction.
“You did good, Harpy. Sit back on your ankles.” With a breath of relief, she sits down and plants herself on the backs of her ankles, placing her palms flat on her thighs.
Her head is bowed, and I can’t help but appreciate what a natural submissive she is, if only she’d let go and just let someone else take the reins for once.
I enter the room and leave her behind me to wait in the doorway.
Studying the room I slowly devise my plan of how exactly I want her.
I have a few options, but I have been dreaming about our first fuck in here since the moment she stepped in here all those weeks ago.
I remember the way her face flushed or brightened at each item.
I could read exactly what she craved or what scared her.
She can hide her fear from everyone, except for me.
One look into her emerald eyes and I know exactly what she’s thinking.
It’d be cheesy to drone on about how the eyes are the window to the soul, and it wouldn’t make sense if I said it anyway. She sold her soul the second she called herself a Karma.
“Harpy,” I called out over my shoulder with a whistle and a nod to direct her to move forward.
It’s a test, and she passes with flying colors when she opts to crawl instead of walk.
This time I take the moment to appreciate her crawling figure down on all fours.
Her full breasts sway in an opposite movement of the sway of her hips.
This is the second I realize she’s moving like this with a purpose, she knows exactly what she’s doing.
Not to mention the way she keeps her head down, but her eyes are looking up at me from beneath her brow.
It seems my Harpy has studied me just as much as I’ve studied her.
I run my fingers over the crown of her head and then down the tied back braid, tugging lightly as I wrap the interlaced strands around my fist. I lower myself to crouch before her, tugging again on the braid to lift her chin so she can look directly at me.
“Do you need a safe word?” I ask.
“Never.” A mischievous glint sparkles in her eyes and my already throbbing cock is ready to break the restraint of these jeans.
“I believe you,” I start as I stand up straight, releasing her hair. “But we’ll be using the redlight system. Yellow means you’re close to your limit, and Red is full stop no questions asked. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Tell me those safe words.”
“Yellow, and Red.” Her body is so reactive to my words, her goosebumps are visible, and she tries to mask a shiver that takes over her shoulders, causing a little tremor.
“That’s a good girl.” I coo with a growl laced behind the words. I point towards the wall opposite of us to the dark colored couch, “Go sit on the couch, and spread those legs as wide as you can for me.”
Seemingly taken over by excitement her crawl is fast and a little less graceful, but she places herself exactly as I commanded. Her pussy is already dripping, and this perfect pink color that’s more visible the slicker she gets.
I don’t take my time, and I dive between her legs without a second thought.
I’ve been thinking about this taste for so many agonizing weeks, and it was better than I could have ever imagined.
A pathetic whimper falls from her lips when my tongue swirls around her clit and then I dive lower to bury my tongue in her hole.
My eyes look up to her and she’s already watching mine with a mixed expression of drunken lust and shock.
Her hips buck so I plant my hands on the inside of her thighs to keep her exactly how I want her.
Another moan comes from her, this one stronger than her little whimper.
The sound of her causes a visceral reaction in me, and animalistic growl vibrates from my lips and against her sweet little cunt earning me yet another moan.
Something takes over me, I need to consume her. I need to taste every single bit of flesh. I lose myself in her taste, letting my tongue flick up and down her sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Please,” She cries. “Please, more. I need more!” She cries out, grinding herself into me more.
Her wetness is starting to coat my chin and cheeks, and I savor every last drop as I force two fingers into her needy pussy.
“Oh god!” She calls as I pump my digits in and out of her even faster, twisting and pulsing them into a spot I already know drives her crazy.
I slap my hand against her cunt, and she hisses in pain, “In this room Harpy,” I add a third finger into her, forcing them as deep as her tight pussy will let me, “I am your god.” I pull out my fingers and she whines in need. “Say it.” I demand.
I tease my fingers at her entrance, and she starts to shake in want, “You-” She gasps. “You’re my god.” The moment the words leave her mouth I push my fingers back into her and go back to lapping at her pussy.
“Fuck!” She calls, “Max, please. Please,” She begs.
“Please what, Harpy?” I ask into her skin, “Use your words.”
“Please let me cum!” Her voice is desperate and gravelly, and I can’t find a reason to say no.
I lick and suck at her swollen clit even faster, slurping and enjoying the vulgar sounds that are filling the room.
In mere seconds, she’s crashing over. Shouting out words that aren’t intelligible and are mixed with curses to my name and I love every second of it.
Her legs buckle and snap around me, clenching around my skull as I continue to tongue fuck her through her orgasm.
Her body vibrates and shakes as I pull away, an adorable tremble takes over her legs. I stick my fingers against her lips, “Now clean up your mess.”
My newly obedient pet strikes out her tongue and wraps it around my singers before she sucks them down with a moan, enjoying her own taste on my skin, and she’s attentive enough to be sure to collect every drop.
“Do you need a minute?” I ask, more affectionately than I mean to come off and her face screws up.
“Don’t you dare underestimate me, Max.” She snorts.
A growl rumbles in my chest as I grab her shaking legs and pull her pussy closer to the edge. “You’re going to eat those words, Harpy.” And before she has a chance to respond I already have my cock out and I slam it into her. Her cry is sharp but weakened at the same time.
I fuck her hard, and fast. She feels too good, too perfect, and the taste of her already had me ready to cum in my pants like a teenager. My thrusts are brutal, and deep enough that I know I must be bruising her, but I can’t find it in me to care.
I adjust us again, this time leaning more into her, and forcing her thighs back and against her shoulders so I can reach as far into her as I can. I need to feel all of her, I need to break her in half.
“Max, I’m already so close…” She whimpers. “It’s too soon, I can’t--” Her pitiful wines cut off and morph into a moan. “Ah, I don’t think I can-”
“Yes, you can, because you’re a good girl.
And you can handle it, remember?” I grunt and sweat begins to pebble and trail down my back.
I take her jaw in one hand and squeeze to squish her cheeks together.
“Give me another, Harpy.” I continue to pound into her, abusing her pussy to a point of no return.
An evil and devious smile spreads across her face and I can’t help but match the same expression.
I pump into her, one, two, three times and we both crumble.
I roar and groan as ropes of cum spill out of me and start to fill her up so much is seeping from the edges and back down my shaft.
Zoe’s voice cracks as she screams out, and it’s a sound that I want to play on repeat forever.
“Fuck,” I press my face to her neck, our skin clinging, and wish I could bottle the scent of our mingled sweat to breathe in forever.
The smell of her sex smothered with mine and the heat radiating from our bodies is officially an addiction, and I will never stop pleading for it.
“Such a good girl for me, aren’t you Harpy? ”
“Yes, sir.” And just like that, I know I have successfully broken every last bit of resolve she thought she still had.
“That’s three. But I know you can handle five more.”