CHAPTER SEVENTEEN #2
I curl my fingers around the base, stroking myself slowly, just enough to tease us both, as I watch her squirm on the bed. Her thighs press together on instinct. Her nipples harden.
“You see what you do to me?” I ask, voice rough with restraint. “You’re not even touching me, and I’m already about to lose my mind.”
I step closer, still fisting my cock, still watching her. She’s spread out on the bed, breathing shallow, pupils blown wide. Her eyes flick between my face and my cock.
Then I stop in front of her, towering.
“On your knees.”
She moves fast, crawling to the edge of the bed like a good fucking girl.
She sinks to her knees in front of me, her eyes locked on my cock like she’s both intimidated and aching for it.
I grip the base and slide the head across her lips. She parts them eagerly, taking me in slowly at first, her tongue swirling around the tip like she’s trying to savor every inch.
But I’m thick, too thick for her pretty little mouth.
She struggles to take me deeper. Her lips stretch wide, jaw trembling. She gags around me as I slide further in, her throat tightening with every inch she swallows.
Her hands clutch my thighs, nails digging into my skin. And fuck, watching her struggle—trying to please me, trying to take what’s too much for her—nearly snaps the last thread of my control.
I fist her hair, fucking her pretty little mouth with my cock before forcing myself to stop watching her struggle to breathe. I gently tug her head back.
“That’s enough, bella ,” I rasp, breath ragged.
I tilt her chin up, my voice dipping into something darker.
“Now… I’m going to ruin you. If it’s too much, tell daddy to stop.”
Her lips are swollen, her face flushed, but she smirks, “I’d like to see you try,” she whispers.
Is she fucking crazy? My cock is throbbing and she’s challenging me. Fuck how can I keep myself from breaking her.
I chuckle, low and dangerous.
“I dare you to say that again.”
She stares straight into my eyes, full of fire. “I’d like to see you try and ruin me.”
That’s it.
I grab her and throw her onto the bed roughly. She lets out a startled gasp, but before she can even catch her breath, I’m between her legs, lining up at her entrance.
And then I slam into her.
Hard. Deep.
She screams so fucking loud I’d be surprised if no one heard her. Raw, nothing but pure, unfiltered pleasure and I don’t stop.
I thrust into her again. And again. Long, fast, brutal strokes that shake the bed and force her cries louder with every push.
She screams my name over and over. Her nails rake down my back, her legs lock around my waist, and I don’t let up.
“You feel that?” I grunt, thrusting even harder. “That’s me claiming every fucking inch of you.”
Her head falls back, her moans turning into sobs of pleasure, her body trembling beneath mine.
“You’re mine, Cassie. Say it.”
She gasps, voice hoarse and wrecked. “Damien…”
Not Daddy . Not yes . Not what I fucking asked for.
My jaw clenches.
Wrong answer.
I pull out of her without warning, and before she can blink, I’ve flipped her onto her stomach. Her gasp is swallowed by the mattress. I shove her legs apart and pin her down with one hand on her lower back.
Then I bring my palm down to smack her ass—once. Twice.
Sharp. Loud. The sound ricochets off the walls, followed by her moan.
“You want to disobey? Then you take your punishment.”
She whimpers, face buried in the pillow, trembling beneath me.
And then I thrust back inside—hard. Deeper than before.
Her scream is muffled by the pillow, her body arching, fists clenching the sheets as I pound into her without mercy.
She tries to compose herself, but I don’t let her. I keep her pinned, fucking her harder, deeper, until she’s gasping for air, voice lost in the storm of pleasure and pain.
Her back arches again, her body tightening around me.
“Try again,” I bite out. “Who do you belong to?”
She lifts her head just enough to be heard—and screams, “ You! I’m yours, Daddy!”
That’s my good fucking girl.
And I don’t stop until she forgets her own name—until all she can do is scream mine.
She clenches around me, tight and trembling, her scream muffled by the pillow as she shatters beneath me. I feel her come undone—completely, violently—and it drags me over the edge with her.
With a final, punishing thrust, I bury myself deep and let go. My jaw clenches, my groan ripped straight from my chest as I spill inside her. Hot. Hard. Claiming her from the inside out.
She collapses on top of me. I wrap an arm around her, chest to chest, her body still twitching from the aftershocks. Her skin’s hot, slick with sweat, and her breath comes in shallow pants against my throat.
I keep my arms around her like steel. She doesn’t fight it.
Eventually, her breathing slows, and she dozes off with her head on my chest, her leg draped across mine like she belongs there.
And for the first time in a long time, I fall asleep with something worth holding in my arms.
***
I wake up to her.
Naked. Curled into me. Soft and warm.
Her thigh is draped over my waist, her chest pressed to my side, and her pussy resting against my hip like a fucking invitation.
I slide my hand down her back. Over the curve of her ass. Between her legs.
She’s still wet.
I slip two fingers inside her, slow and deep.
She stirs with a soft gasp, hips tilting into my hand. Her eyes flutter open, heavy-lidded, lips parting.
And then—without a word—she climbs on top of me.
Grabs my cock.
And sinks down on it with a broken moan.
Fuck.
I grip her hips hard, watching her ride me like she needs to make up for the hours we slept.
Her hair falls around her face. Her tits bounce with every grind. She’s panting, dragging her nails down my chest.
And then she leans in—lips at my ear—and says it:
“Damien… I’ve been yours for years.”
Something snaps in me.
I growl low in my throat, grab her ass with both hands, and drive up into her, meeting every grind with brutal thrusts of my own.
“You’re goddamn right you have,” I growl. “And I’m never letting you go.”
Her movements are slow, and cautious like she’s afraid to fully sit on my cock which is already fully enlarged.
I climb over her again, letting the head of my cock press against her soaked entrance.
“You sure you’re ready for me to have you again, bella ?” I ask, dragging the tip through her folds, teasing her clit one more time.
“Yes, Daddy,” she moans.
I push in, just the tip—slow, aching—and then pause.
“Eyes on me.” She lifts her gaze.
“Look at me,” I growl, grabbing her chin, forcing her to meet my eyes.
She blinks, caught off guard. “Watch me make love to you.”
There’s a flicker of surprise, maybe even fear. But not the kind that makes her pull away. No. It’s the kind that roots her in place. The kind that means she feels it too.
She doesn’t speak. She doesn’t need to. I see it in her eyes—the surrender, the ache, the silence, and I know, she’s mine. All of her.
“Damien, Fuck me hard.”
“Say please,” I state teasing her center with my cock.
Her eyes heat even more when I press it against her without pushing in. They glide over her wetness with my pulsing hard cock.
“You’re going to make me beg?” she questions, biting down on her bottom lip.
And yeah, that does it. I flip her over, pressing my palm to the small of her back, making her go lower. She melts into the mattress, breath catching when I drag my hand over the curve of her hip.
“Stay still,” I murmur, voice thick with control. “You move over without permission, I start over. Okay?”
She lets out a shaky laugh, “You’re an asshole, Damien.”
My hand cracks down against her ass, sharp and fast. She gasps, more surprise than pain.
“Say you understand, Cassie,” I prompt.
“I understand.”
“Good girl.”
I take myself in hand, hard and aching, and rub against her, just enough to feel her gasp again. the way she arches, trying to press back, nearly makes me lose it. I sink into her in one deep, hard thrust. She cries tout, sharp, breathless, clutching at the sheets as I start to move.
My rhythm is slow at first, deep. I want her to feel it. Every inch, every pulse. Her body tightens around me like she was made for this for me and I swear nothing’s ever felt this good.
I watch her fall apart under me again, her voice a string of broken moans and please. But I’m not gentle. I grip her hips tighter, thrust harder, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room. She’s close, I can feel it. But I’m not done yet.
I pull out suddenly and she lets out a desperate moan.
No,” she pants, trying to reach back.
I flip her again, grab her thighs and drag her down the bed towards me. She’s flushed, wrecked and glaring at me like she’s ready for a fight. I lean in, tongue tracing the sweat at her throat.
“Did I say you could come?”
She shakes her head, breath caught in her throat.
“Exactly,” I whisper, before sliding inside her again, slow torturous.
Her nails dig into my shoulders and her mouth finds mine. It’s all too consuming. She moans into me as I start to thrust again, hard and relentless. Every time I drive into her, her whole body tenses, then melts, like I’m pulling her apart and putting her back together one thrust at a time.
“Look at you, mi vida,” I growl, biting down just below her jaw. “You take me so well.”
She whimpers, eyes rolling back but I don’t stop. I slow my hips, grinding deeper, knowing this is exactly what she needs. Knowing it’ll push her over the edge.
“Come for me sweetheart,” I state.
Her hands grip my shoulders like a lifeline while her body clenches around me as she cries out, her release crashing through her like a wave.
Her back arches, thighs trembling, mouth open in a perfect O.
I don’t stop moving, driving her through every second of it, drawing it out until she’s shaking under me.
And I then I let go as well.