Chapter 20 #2
“Little pet, you like this, don’t you?” he murmured in my ear as he continued to fuck me relentlessly against the bookshelves. Another book toppled and crashed to the floor. “Getting pinned down and taken hard.”
I whimpered, embarrassment flushing through me again. My cock was rigid and needy, my balls ready to explode, but I couldn’t do a damn thing.
He continued to thrust inside me, the force sending my whole body forward each time.
The powerful way he rocked into me, how he consumed me entirely, had me immolating.
I panted like a bitch in heat, my legs spread, my hole stuffed so full I could scream.
And still I craved more. I wanted him to knot me, to breed me, until I could no longer feel anything but him inside me.
Until he’d possessed me body and soul.
Cillian sank his teeth into my nape, and my whole body shuddered.
I went limp, just like prey, as he bit down, continuing to thrust hard inside me.
The ridges brushed against my prostate so many times my legs were going numb, my limbs quaking from the sheer force of the sensations rioting through me.
Sweat burst on my forehead, dripping down, along with the drops coursing down my spine.
The sloppy sounds of his cock fucking into me filled the room, along with his grunts and growls that mingled with the growing whine in my throat.
My whole body was oversensitive at this point, my nipples taut, my balls heavy and aching.
My cock dribbled onto the floor as it swung back and forth each time he drove into me.
My thighs quaked, pleasure overriding anything else. Gods, I wanted him to consume me. To take me over. Neck bared, I surrendered to him in every way.
He’d brought each fantasy of mine to life.
“You’re going to take my knot, pet,” he commanded.
Another whimper left me, my palms sweating, my body on a razor’s edge. I craved it more than my next breath.
Cillian let out a vicious growl that quaked through the room, and his cock pulsed inside me.
Hot cum flooded my insides, and I gasped with relief at the sensation I’d been craving so badly.
His knot began to expand, ballooning inside me until I was stretched so full I couldn’t possibly pull away.
He licked my neck again, the sting mixing with pleasure as my legs trembled.
He was the only thing keeping me upright, as my limbs had ceased functioning.
“Do you need to come?” he asked, a mocking edge to his voice that I loved.
I bobbed my head.
He reached down and fondled my balls, which were so full they could burst. His touch against them was almost painful, and I tried to shift, but he gripped them so I couldn’t. Another whimper escaped me.
Oh god, I needed to come so badly. Salt stung my eyes as sweat blurred them, but he kept my wrists pinned above me so I couldn’t move.
“Rub yourself against my hand.”
He placed his massive palm right in front of my cock, but instead of closing it around my aching length, he just offered the flat of it.
Heat rushed to my cheeks, but I bucked forward to brush my cock against his hot palm. The movement tugged at the knot inside me, and I sobbed from the pressure, from the combination of relief and torment.
“You’ve got the control here,” he teased, a sadistic edge to his rich voice. I bucked forward again, running my cock along his palm, and the tug on my hole sent my knees quaking again.
“Fuck.” I sucked in a breath as I tried the same motion again, the push-pull of blissful relief warring with the stretch around my hole.
I could barely move forward, my movements restricted by the way I was tethered to him.
Humiliation flooded through me at my desperation, and the next time I rubbed my cock against his palm, a pathetic mewl escaped me.
Fuck. I was so damn close. So on the edge of being able to find that relief, but I couldn’t reach down to jerk myself off or rub vigorously, not with how I was pinned.
“Seeing you struggle is so hot, pet,” Cillian murmured, his warm breath puffing against my ear.
I ground against his palm again, this time holding there a moment, even with the stretch against my hole growing painful. His knot was still firmly lodged inside me. I stayed there, rubbing again, the tension so extreme my whole body vibrated with it. Oh god. I was so close to coming.
I brushed against his open palm one more time, and that was all it took.
My balls drew up, and cum erupted from me.
The orgasm crashed over me fast and fierce, like river rapids, and I got swept away with the raw power of it.
My vision blanked, my limbs seized up, and a feral, wounded noise erupted from me.
Pleasure rushed through me, the intensity enough that my teeth ached, and I succumbed to the waves of sensation as another spurt of cum rushed out of me.
Slowly, I came back down to earth, my breath escaping in sharp pants. Cillian was knotted inside my hole, and I relaxed against his hard, muscular body, sagging into his embrace.
He wrapped one of his arms around my waist, keeping me snug against him, our bodies covered in sweat and boiling hot. Then he lifted his cum-covered palm to my mouth.
“Clean it off.”
Ngh. Fuck, he was so effortlessly commanding, and I’d been mellowed out from our play, no urge to push back remaining. I leaned forward and licked at his palm, slow, methodical movements. I lapped at him like a kitten, taking my time cleaning my cum from him.
When I finished, he rested the hand against my other hip and pressed a kiss over the bite mark on my shoulder.
It still ached, the deep sort, from how hard he’d bitten, but the bit of sweetness sent my insides fluttering.
I’d be clawed and marked all over after this, and I relished each and every one.
“Is that everything you hoped it would be?” he murmured against my neck.
“Yeah, it was,” I responded, a shiver rolling through me. I’d held my fantasy secret within me for so long, the idea of getting chased down and pinned and fucked at my captor’s mercy, and Cillian had filled the role perfectly.
I’d never met anyone who fulfilled me this way, not only with how he fucked and claimed me, but also…
with more. The time with him today had confirmed how his presence set me at ease, and he coaxed my past from me with little effort.
Around him, the loneliness wasn’t as pervasive, as oppressive as it’d always been.
His knot began to deflate inside me, and he slipped out of my hole. The cum trickled down the inside of my thigh, and I savored the sensation.
I turned around to face him at last. Cillian snagged the tattered fabric of my clothes from the floor and slung them over his forearm.
His slacks were unzipped and down around his thighs, his cock still out, but he wore the same button-down from earlier, just slightly more rumpled.
The sight of him so put-together while I was stripped down and wrecked got me hot all over again.
“C’mere,” he said as he approached. He tucked his cock back inside his slacks and zipped them up, then gestured me close.
I took a few tentative steps forward, my legs wobbly, my whole body covered in marks, some soon to be bruises.
Cillian scooped me up with ease, the way he often liked to after we fucked, and I didn’t hesitate to rest my cheek against his chest. His heartbeat was strong, steady, and I found a bone-deep comfort there.
“Let’s go back to my room,” he said. “Might just keep you naked the rest of the night.”
“How is that different from any other?” I asked, my voice slurred.
The exhaustion slammed into me hard, and my vision started to blur as my eyes grew heavier and it grew more difficult to keep them open.
Cillian stepped out of the library, carrying me in his firm grip, and as he strode down the hallway my lids shut, and I surrendered to the darkness.