16. Katrinia
16
Katrinia
“ S lap me again and I’m going to fucking tie you up and fuck that bratty attitude right out of you.” Cooper threatens and in a demented fit of sedition I haul back my hand. In a blink my palm flames across his face.
He bends, forcibly slamming both arms around my body and tossing me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Heading for the stairs I pound my fists against his back and kick my feet, screaming for him to put me down.
“Cooper!” I yell but he smacks my ass. A sharp sting of pain blazes out from the contact before he rubs the burn.
Kicking open his bedroom door, it bounces off the wall as dust and chunks of drywall fall to the floor. He tosses me down on the bed but doesn’t let me go. Instead he holds me down, crawling on top of me, pinning me in place with his sculpted legs on either side of my petite body. Making me feel helpless beneath him.
He reaches over into the night stand and pulls out a long red silk tie and wraps it expertly around both of my wrists before securing it tightly to the metal pole of the headboard.
“Cooper!” I kick and thrash trying to get loose but it’s no use.
“Tell me another lie, baby.” He commands as he walks toward the door, locking it after it’s closed.
“Let me go!” I order but he shakes his head, tugging his shirt over his head with one hand.
My gaze falls from his eyes to his hands as they work the zipper of his tight black jeans and I’m mesmerized when his massive hard length springs free.
“How much do you hate me, baby?” He taunts as he steps out of his jeans and begins to walk towards me.
Crawling onto the bed he straddles me again. Reaching over to the night stand he picks up a knife and I suck in a quick breath as my heart attempts to break free from my chest.
I watch my chest rise and fall as he drags the tip of the knife down between my breasts, stopping just below my navel.
“I don’t care how many women come into my shop.” He whispers as he begins to cut his shirt off my body. “I only care about one woman in that shop and that’s you.”
When the knife reaches my throat I lean my head back and hold my breath until I feel the fabric fall free.
“Cooper.” I call his name but it comes out as a breathy sigh.
“Having you in the shop with me, watching you work is so fucking hot, Katrinia.” He drags his knife up the sleeve and the fabric floats to the bed beneath me before he does the same to the other. “It’s all we ever wanted.”
Reaching behind me he unclasps my bra before he slices the thin straps with the blade. Tossing the bra and the knife to the floor my chest is now bare in front of him and he smiles.
Grabbing both of my tits in his massive hands, he kneads my breasts causing me to bow into his firm touch. Rolling both of my nipples between his fingers I whimper when my head rolls to the side. Between the buzz of alcohol and the flood of pleasure I’m nearly delirious.
Sliding further down the bed he smacks my tit and it snaps me back into the moment. “Eyes on me, dorogoy.” He winks as he grabs the waistband of my leggings and pulls them down.
My breathing is erratic as he drags his fingertips up and down my legs and further up my body as he climbs up, laying his body next to mine. I rub my thighs together in an attempt to ease some of the tension, but the effort fails.
Closing my eyes I roll my head over to rest on my shoulder, getting lost in his touch as his fingers trail over my stomach. Sliding between my folds he spreads me open and immediately finds my clit. Swirling his large finger in tight circles my hips buck into him and I am once again brought back into the moment.
“I love seeing you like this, baby. I could watch you writhe every single second of every single day and never get tired of looking at you.” He rasps before he shoves a finger into me. I pull on the restraints as my body jerks at the sudden intrusion.
My mouth hangs open as I gasp in shallow breaths. Falling back against the headboard he watches as he slides his finger in and out of me and I feel my arousal dripping down the curves of my ass.
His lips fall to my skin, trailing kisses down my chest until he reaches my nipple. Sucking it into his mouth he bites down and I cry out as my body clenches under his control.
“Fuck, Cooper. Please.” I beg him and I don’t even know what I’m begging him for.
“You’ll get fucked, if you’re a good girl. I just want to make sure you know I want you and only you. You’re mine Katrinia. You’ve always been mine and I’ve always been yours. Now stop being a brat and tell me who this sweet pussy belongs to?”
When he adds another finger, my orgasm rises up from the deepest part of me. Begging to break free and drown me in a flood of earth shattering pleasure only Cooper can cause, and I can barely form thoughts, let alone words.
“Yes.” I cry, grinding my hips as he stretches me.
“Yes what Katrinia?” He growls, and I remember his question.
“I’m yours! Baby, I’m sorry, please!” I scream as I feel myself clenching around him but it’s not enough.
He yanks his hand away and I sag on the bed as my orgasm pulls back like the tide against the shore. I open my eyes and look over at him and he is fisting his cock with the hand that is coated in my arousal.
“And what about this right here? Who’s cock is this?” His hazel eyes are hard and blackened with an obsessive lust that hits me like a drug.
“I want you Cooper.” I whine, pulling on the restraints and kicking my legs.
“Take me baby. Just say the words.” He groans as he continues gliding his fist up and down his slick length.
“It’s mine. You’re mine Cooper. God, now fuck me!” I snap and he’s already positioning himself between my legs. Lining himself up he drives into me. Slamming against my walls and forcing me to take all of him at once. I cry out as he breathes for a moment, while I split in half around him, before he begins to move.
“Oh my god!” My eyes roll into the back of my head as my orgasm rises up with the immense force of a brutal wave.
Cooper pushes back the fallen strands of hair that cover my face and covers my lips with his muffling my loud moans and cries.
I feel my body tighten, every joint and muscle clench in anticipation of what it knows is coming. Suddenly I’m exquisitely aware of every glorious velvet ripple of his cock as he pulls back before thrusting into me again and again.
“Come on baby. Show me how much you don’t hate me.” His strangled words are whispered into my ear as he reaches down to rub my clit. When he pants his hot breaths against my neck I explode.
A vicious wave of pleasure consumes my entire being so strong I feel like it may never end. I may actually drown as my ears ring and my body seizes. Wave after wave crashes into me, though Cooper doesn’t relent. He fucks me harder, deeper, rougher, keeping pressure on my clit, through the most intense release of my life.
“ Fuck !” He grunts, his thrusts becoming jagged as he joins me in ecstasy.
“Breathe baby. You have to breathe” He pushes back my hair and I start to heave in breaths like I was actually drowning in him.
“Cooper.” I sigh, my entire body trembling as he quickly unties the red silk retraining my wrists.
I instantly wrap my arms around him and he collapses down onto the bed next to me.
“Shit baby. I didn’t think you were going to stop.” He drags in ragged breaths as he runs a hand down his face. “You had me scared when your pussy gripped me so tight I thought it was trying to eat me and you started shaking. Have you ever squirted before?”
I look up at him and his head rolls to the side where his hooded eyes find mine. His brows come together as he reads the confusion on my face.
“You know what that is right?” He shifts onto his elbow, dragging his other hand back and forth over my shallow curves.
I shrug and shake my head.
“Well has that ever happened before?” I look away and bite the corner of my lip at his question. Feeling suddenly immature, I don’t want to answer him.
“Baby, don’t be shy now. You can tell me. I won’t be mad or jealous. We are going to have to talk about this stuff if we are going to get to know each other again.” He sounds so sincere and I know he is right but I don’t know how to tell him.
“Cooper.. I.. I..” I take in a long steadying breath. “I haven’t really been with anyone… anyone else.” His eyes go wide, his hand stilling on my waist.
“Are you saying…? Surely, you’ve been with people since me.” He scoffs and shakes his head.
“I did start dating this one guy a few years after you, and after a few months we did hook up but both times I cried afterwards and I realized I just wasn’t ready to be with anyone else, so I broke it off.” I bite the tip of my thumb feeling embarrassingly self conscious and inexperienced.
“Baby there’s about five years between then and now. There wasn’t anyone else?” His eyes search mine like he is trying to read a crystal ball and I just shake my head.
Closing my eyes tightly shut, I admit “That’s what this move to Salem was supposed to be. After I heard from Theo last and realized he was going to be okay I decided I wanted to be okay, too. I was finally going to move on. But then you were the new client of the company I work for and well obviously here we are.”
“Wait, what do you mean you heard from Theo? You two stayed in touch?” He shakes his head like he didn’t know. His brother and I have been friends since we were children. Why wouldn’t we stay in touch?
“I mean yeah. Of course we did. We had our periods where we got busy with our own lives but he visited me at school and I saw him when I went home for holidays. He wrote to me in prison every week I’m sure just like he did you.” I admit as I fidget with my lip before Cooper pushes off the bed and stands.
Hearing the alarm beep at the front door he throws on a pair of briefs and stomps towards the door, yanking the handle before running down the stairs.
“Cooper!” I yell, wrapping the sheet around me and rushing to follow him.