Chapter 41
Chapter Forty-One
I pull Ava in close and she melts in my arms. Her body molds to mine because we fit together perfectly.
I pull the delicate chain from my pocket, watching the way the gold sparkles in the light.
It’s light, having barely any weight to it.
But in my hand, it feels like lead, as if the weight of its meaning gives it physical mass.
She cringes as I smooth my fingers over the chapped skin of her neck. I gently place the chain around her neck, using the tiny hex key to lock it into place. I comb my fingers through her earthy, brown locks, untangling the silky strands before pressing a kiss to the top of her hair.
“You were made to be mine,” I say.
Ava sucks in a shaky breath and lifts her head from my shoulder.
Her face is damp with tears. I run my fingers over the salty streaks that glisten on her cheeks.
She’s so beautiful when she cries for me, so perfect when she lets go.
She looks up at me, her eyes glittering with unshed tears.
But there’s something else that gleams in her glassy eyes, some emotion swirling in her irises. It looks like devotion, like love.
The light catches on the o-ring at the center of her neck.
It reflects onto her chest, making her shine like gold.
The tightness in my chest loosens seeing her just as she should be, shiny and adorned with precious metal.
She’s gorgeous with my collar around her neck, just like I knew she’d be.
The sight of her collared and vulnerable in my arms sends my blood rocketing south.
My erection juts out, straining the stitching on my zipper.
My blood pumps through my veins, a single repeating word thumping inside of me. Mine, mine, mine.
Pressing my thumb under her chin, I angle her chin toward mine.
I press my mouth against hers, reveling in the pillowy softness of her lips.
I kiss her softly, communicating the way my heart beats for her without words, because there are no words that can express my feelings for her.
There is nothing I could say that would convey the depth of my obsession.
A primal, hungry sound resonates in my chest because I’m fucking ravenous for her.
I groan as she parts her lips, slipping her tongue into my mouth.
She kisses me in a way she never has before, wild and uninhibited.
She kisses me like she’s starving for me, her tongue tangling with mine and her teeth scraping over my lips.
I suck her tongue into my mouth and swallow her moan.
I pull back and wrap my hand around her throat. Ava’s lips part on a whimper and she trembles in my arms. She seeks out my kiss, jutting her head forward and leaning into my palm.
“There’s no going back, little bird,” I breathe over her lips. “I’ll never let you go.”
Her eyes widen, becoming glossy and wet. “I don’t want you to,” she says, her voice husky with lust.
I tighten my grip on her neck, feeling her pulse thud rapidly beneath my fingers. “What do you want?”
“I want you,” she murmurs.
My own pulse kicks up, my heart so pumping furiously that I can feel it smashing through the walls I’ve built around it. The desperate creature that hides inside of me perks up. She wants me, it says, not to fuck, not to come. She just wants me.
It’s not the first time I’ve heard ‘I want you’.
Women have said it before. They’ve thrown it around like an easy phrase, something that says they want me at face value.
A big cock and a hard face, that’s all I’ve been to them.
They wanted to fuck the bad guy, like I’m some mountain to climb.
The way the words whisper out of Ava, the vulnerable quiver in her voice, it means more.
My perfect, broken girl. My missing piece.
She’s the only one who’s seen the most monstrous parts of me and still wanted me.
Her fingers claw at my chest, her fingernails streaking my skin with pink lines. She grips my shoulders, pulling me closer. “Please,” she whispers, “I need you.”
“What do you need, precious?”
Her teeth sink into her pillowy lip. She rolls the skin between her teeth, keeping her mouth pinched firmly closed. She leans forward, pressing her neck further into my palm until a whine gasps out of her.
“Still so shy.” I chuckle. “Words, little bird. I need you to use your words and tell me what you need.”
Her throat bobs under my hand as she swallows. “I need you to fuck me.”
I scoop Ava into my arms and she wraps her arms around my neck as I stand.
Ignoring the urge to sprint, I take measured steps, carrying her through the house and up the stairs to my bedroom.
Our bedroom, actually. Last night was the last one she’ll spend in her house, the last night she’ll spend without my arms around her.
I now move with haste, my long steps eating up the space between us and the place where I’ll make her fully mine.
She lets out a squeak as I toss her onto the bed.
Her ass bounces on the mattress before she settles on her back.
I step towards the foot of the bed, my fingers already tugging at my zipper.
Ava stares up at me with wide eyes, her fingers twisting in the blankets beneath her.
“I, uh,” she stammers, “I have an IUD, so…”
“I know, baby,” I say. “Your doctor keeps thorough records.”
She swallows hard, her lip quivering and a look of fear flitting across her face.
My tongue darts across my lower lip. She’s so pretty when she’s frightened.
Her chest heaves, her breasts rising and falling with each shaky inhale.
Her nipples pebble, hardening into dusky, pink buds.
Every inch of her is perfect and all mine.
I push my jeans down my legs, my boxer briefs being tugged down along with them.
Ava’s eyes follow every movement of my hands as I undress.
When I shove my pants off of my feet and stand, she gasps.
My cock juts out, hard and aching. She traces it with wide, fearful eyes, like she’s only just remembered how big it is.
“You want your master’s cock, little bird?” I ask.
She swipes her tongue over her plush lip, nodding furiously.
“Spread your legs for me. Let me see that pretty pussy.”
Her face heats, a beautiful, rosy flush coloring her soft cheeks.
She parts her thighs, spreading her legs wide across the bed.
I groan at the sight of her pink cunt glistening with arousal.
It drips out of her, coating her thighs.
I grit my teeth, summoning all of my willpower to stop myself from diving forward and plowing my cock into her wet heat.
Desperation skitters through my veins, making my heart rate kick up.
I won’t fuck her yet. I can’t. I made her a promise and I won’t break it.
My voice croaks out of me, low and dangerous. “Beg me for it. Beg me to fuck that tight little cunt of yours. Beg me to make you come on my cock.”
“Please,” she whimpers, her fingers curling in the blankets and twitching with need.
I palm my dick, slowly stroking my hand over my length. My needy girl watches, her eyes following the movement of my hand, and a husky moan falls from her lips.
“You can do better than that, precious,” I instruct.
Her legs quake and she pants out a desperate sound. “Please, master.”
Goddamnit, that phrase almost undoes me.
My grip tightens around my cock until the tip darkens to a nearly purple hue.
Forcing out a huff of air, I try to calm myself.
Seeing her spread before me, desperate and wanting, makes the monster inside of me peak its head up.
It doesn’t want to wait. It wants to mount her like an animal.
It wants to rut her and mark her with my teeth.
“I’m a very patient man,” I tease. “I can wait until you beg me properly, but by the look of that sopping wet pussy, I don’t think you can.”
Reaching my hand toward her, I let my fingertips graze over her dripping center. Her breath hitches at the contact and she shivers. I pop my fingers, coated in her arousal, into my mouth. Her sweet honeyed taste hits my tongue and my dick jerks like it's trying to jump toward her.
“I think my little slut is aching for her master’s cock, desperate for me to claim her, desperate for my cum.”
Her teeth sink into her lip, her head bobbing furiously in agreement.
She yelps as my palm collides with her inner thigh. I smack my hand down again, enjoying the feeling of her soft body jiggling with the force of it. I pinch the skin between my fingers until she hisses.
“Then fucking beg me,” I snarl.
She leans her head back, her breath coming in short pants. The angle of her neck makes her collar catch the light. It glitters against her chin, her skin glowing like a jewel.
“This collar around your pretty neck,” I trace my finger over the gold chain, “it means that you belong to me, my little pet. So when I say ‘beg me’, you will beg me like a good, obedient girl. The time for shyness is over.”
She moans at my words, loving the harsh treatment I’m showing her. She lifts her neck, pushing it into my hand. “Please, master,” she pleads, her words so rushed that they nearly blend together. “Please fuck me. Claim me. Ruin me. I need you. Please, I’ll do anything.”
My chest expands at her admission. Her need for me soothes something in my chest. Mine, the word hums inside of me, filling every part of me.
“That’s my good girl,” I purr.
A look of shock flits across her face as I shove her knees toward her chest. I kneel between her thighs, my fingers ghosting over her clit. She rocks her hips, seeking friction that I’m not ready to give her. Not until I’m inside of her.
Pressing the tip of my cock at her dripping entrance, I watch her face contort with an intoxicating mixture of anticipation and fear. I push into her slowly, inch by inch, until I'm half seated inside of her.
I groan at the feel of her cunt gripping me. She feels like everything I’ve ever wanted, like a paradise I don’t deserve. Her wet heat envelops me, her inner muscles squeezing around me.
She lets out a pained whimper, wiggling her hips and scooting back on the bed. I grab her hips, digging my fingers into her skin and not letting her move away from me. Holding her body firmly to me, I shove in another inch, making her cry out.
“Too big,” she cries. “It hurts.”
I rock into her slowly, reaching down to rub slow circles around her clit. “I know it hurts, baby, but you can take it. You’re doing so well.”
Her panted breaths fan against my neck as I sink my cock the rest of the way into her. A feral growl bursts from my mouth as her tight walls squeeze around me. She shivers against me, her pants turning into the most delicious moans as I move.
She writhes beneath me, gasping out her pleasure. I pull out slowly before plunging back in. Ava reaches her arms around my neck, digging her fingernails into my shoulders. The bite of pain shoots through me and I quicken my pace, pounding my cock into her.
“Such a good girl,” I pant. “Look how well you’re taking my cock.”
My thumb dances over her clit and I drag my dick over the spot inside of her that makes her squirm. My girl needs more. I need to make her shatter, to fuck her until the only name she knows is mine. I grab her leg, tossing it over my shoulder and slamming my cock deep inside of her.
She screams out a moan and rocks her hips into me.
“That's it,” I coo. “Sing for me, little bird.”
I increase the pressure on her clit, pinching and rolling the sensitive bud between my fingers.
Her eyes roll back as her inner walls clench around me.
She's so close, her body tightening and quivering.
My own release is barreling toward me, but I need her to come first. I need it like I need the air that I'm sucking into my lungs in great gasps.
“You're mine,” I growl, wrapping my hand around her throat. “Say it. Tell me who you belong to.”
Ava releases a husky moan. “I belong to you, master,” she pants. “I'm yours. I'm yours.”
I jerk my hips, the tip of my cock rubbing against that special spot deep inside. Her pussy spasms around me.
“Please,” she gasps, her eyes closing, “I'm…I'm going to…”
My fingers tighten around her throat, threatening her ability to scream. “Eyes on me,” I demand.
Her eyes pop open, the mossy-green orbs glassy with tears. My heart sputters as wetness drips down her cheeks. So fucking beautiful.
She clenches down on me with a whimper. My lips peel up into a feral grin. Like such a good girl, she's trying so hard to hold herself back. She doesn't want to come without my permission. Her obedience has my hips stuttering and my balls tightening.
“Pl-please, please,” she begs.
I pinch her clit and slam my hips forward. “Come for me.”
Ava's mouth drops open on a scream as her pussy flutters around me. My muscles tighten and a tingling sensation shoots up my spine. My rhythm falters as my orgasm crashes through me. My fingers dig into her soft hips as I pump her full of my cum, marking her from the inside out.
Mine, mine, mine, the feral thing in my chest sings.