Chapter 30 Grudge
GRUDGE
The door slamming into the wall echoes up the stairwell like gunfire. And I catch the scent of Lucy before I see her.
Hot, sweet arousal fills the air, making my pulse roar in my ears.
My hands fist the stair railing, the metal cold and grounding. Something I need before I reach her.
There’s enough light from the hallway that I can see her.
Trembling, waiting, and wet.
Her fingers are buried deep in her pussy, and her thighs shake, like she’s one move away from coming without me.
“Bug.” I growl low, the sound scraping from my throat. “Stop.”
I hear her breath catch. Her fingers cease.
I take the steps one at a time. Boots almost silent.
Stalking her.
Letting the shadows swallow me.
She’s perched like an offering. Back arched, legs open, hair wild.
Her fingers glisten between her thighs.
I stop on the stair just beneath so I’m towering over her. Her skin is a pale beacon, slick where her fingers worked her clit. Her lips are parted, and her neck bared like she wants me to bite.
And, fuck me, I almost drop to my knees and worship her.
“You started without me.” My voice is deeper, now. My desire for this woman, feral.
Her eyes, wild, lift to mine. “I tried not to. I wanted to be good.”
“No. You wanted to be caught.”
She shudders at that, and I can see just how tightly she’s wound.
I gather saliva in my mouth and slowly let it drop from my mouth until it lands just by her fingers. “Use it.”
“What?”
I repeat the action. My aim is better this time, my spit landing on her pussy, dripping between her lips. “Use it. Show me how you were fucking yourself without me.”
Her fingers swirl in it and force it inside her. Her back arches again, and my cock throbs.
I drop down a couple of steps, then kneel. The stairs are painfully hard to kneel on. But if I know Bug like I think I do, she’s enjoying the bite of them as much as what her hand is doing.
“Good girl,” I whisper. “Look at you, dripping for me. Did you think you could hide, and I wouldn’t find you?”
“I wanted—ah!” I tugged on her ankle, dragging her down one step. She tries to scramble, to fight the movement, but I have her.
I always have her.
“You wanted a little pain. Some bruises. To be fucked until you made me forget my own name. You wanted Daddy to ruin you.”
“Yes.” The word is more of a cry, but that single syllable is enough to light a fuse beneath my skin.
“What you need is to learn who owns that pussy, now.” I lean in close enough to see the way her folds glisten and thighs tremble. “I can smell you. So fucking wet for me like a good slut.”
And then, I strike.
My mouth closes over her, and I’m anything but gentle. I tongue-fuck her like she’s the only meal I want to eat for the rest of my life.
Cries echo off the metal and concrete.
Her clit pulses against my tongue, and I lash it, fast and merciless. Her fingers find my hair, yanking hard, but I dig deeper.
“You don’t get to come, yet,” I snarl against her. “Not until I say.”
She sobs. “Please, Daddy.”
The words rip at my insides, and I rear back, eyes locked to hers as I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.
“Turn around,” I command. Then, I crawl up the last few stairs.
She scrambles onto her knees, slipping once before catching herself. The movement is awkward, likely painful, but she’s so fucking obedient, it makes my cock leak.
When she gets to the top of the stairs, I reach behind me to flick the light on so I can see her better. It flickers intermittently and is so low in wattage, it barely helps.
But when I bring her into focus, she’s on all fours at the top of the stairs, back arched, legs wide, pussy and ass facing me.
I unbuckle my belt as I walk up the stairs and yank it from my jeans, folding it in half between my hands. “I love you bent over for me like an animal, Bug. Is this what you wanted when you ran?”
I palm her ass, then, slap it.
She nudges forward, her head down. “Yes, Daddy.” The words are a half sob, half moan that drives me insane.
This time, I use the belt. Not hard, but enough to leave a red stripe on her ass. “You deserve that for running away from me. Now, and back then.”
“I’m sorry,” she says, looking back over her shoulder. Those fucking tear-filled eyes of hers get me every fucking time.
“Again?” I ask, holding up the belt.
“Yes,” she says.
“I’ll mark you again. So you feel me tomorrow, every time you sit. Every time you walk. You’ll remember who you belong to.”
This time, I use a little more force. But even in this state, I don’t truly want to injure her. Then, I drop the belt with a clang on the stairs.
“Now, beg for me.” I grunt, freeing my cock.
I pull on the condom I grabbed while I was in my room and cover it in extra lube.
“Please, Daddy. I want your cock. I want it hard. And deep. I want you to fuck me until I can’t remember why I left.”
I don’t tease. There is no gentle easing in.
I line up and thrust, burying myself to the root in a single motion.
Lucy screams, and I almost come from the sound alone. It’s one of ecstasy, not pain.
“Fuck, Luce.” I bend over her, one hand clutching her hip so tight, she’ll get those bruises she wants.
I pull out. Halfway. Then, slam back in.
Again.
Again.
The rhythm is primal. Brutal. The stairs shake beneath my feet.
“You’re mine, Luce. No one else’s.”
Her hands slip; her face drops to the floor as she sobs with need. “More. Harder. Please, Zach.”
There’s no holding back, now. No giving in. I reach up and tangle my fingers in her hair, yanking her head back so her spine curves and her throat arches.
“You want to come, you come, now. You’re gonna come so hard, your legs will give out. And I’ll pull you back up onto them and hold you there while I fuck your ass.”
“God, Zach, I’m—”
Her cry echoes off the walls as her cunt tightens around my cock so hard, I swear I see double. And just as her body relaxes, I grab the small container of lube again and pour a generous amount over her asshole.
It goes everywhere. There’ll be a mess to clean up. But all I can think of is coming in the tightest hole Lucy has.
I withdraw and give my cock a moment of respite, because I want this to last more than a few seconds.
I pour some lube over my cock too, even though it’s covered in her cum. Then, I thrust my lubricated thumb into her ass up to the knuckle. When I’m comfortable she’s ready, I add a finger, then, two.
It’s either tighter than I remember, or someone hasn’t been servicing her the way she needs. “You been fucking men who don’t like taking you here, Bug?”
“There’s only ever…been you. Please.”
Loved anal before. Love it even more knowing I’m the only one who has taken her here.
I guide my head to her hole and nudge in, just a fraction. “Holy fucking mother of God.” I tip my head back and suck in air. So much for the respite.
I go from zero to I’m gonna cum right now in less than a second.
Breathing deeply, I stop, but it’s no good. The orgasm is right there for the taking.
Crowding Lucy, I place my hands either side of her head and rut into her like a dog. Forcing my cock deeper and deeper. I’m not even all the way in when I lose the fight and feel the orgasm start to crank down my spine.
She’s so tight, I can barely move within her. She strangles me.
“It feels so good, it hurts, Daddy.”
I come so hard, I almost black out. Roaring, spilling inside her, in sharp pulses. Burying myself deep.
We both collapse, hearts racing, pulses throbbing.
Lucy shakes and gasps, sprawled on the cold floor. And I wrap my body over hers, breathing her in. There’s just the scent of sweat, and sex, and lube.
I feel weak and powerful in equal measure.
Silence settles like the dust.
Without words, I’m closer to this woman than I have ever felt with anyone else.
Sweat forms between us, her hair plastered to her neck. Tenderly, I shift to press a kiss between her shoulder blades.
Eyes half lidded, she shifts so I can see her. Her lips are parted and bruised.
And I’ve never been more in love with her. I press my forehead to her spine, just beneath her shoulder blades. Something sacred took place in this stairwell, and retrieving the Christmas decorations from up here will never feel the same again.
I ease back and reach for the condom as I pull out of her.
Lucy trembles as I tie up the rubber and place it on the stairs. I’ll worry about cleaning up once I know she’s settled.
“I’ve got you, Bug,” I murmur as I fasten my jeans.
She doesn’t speak, but her fingers find mine as I guide her to sit up.
Lucy sways, legs shaking, but the hallway is too narrow, and the stairwell too steep to carry her. So, I take the stairs backwards to hold her hands and keep her safe on the way down.
She lets out the softest breath.
“Still with me?” I ask.
“Hurts a little more coming down than going up.”
Once we’re out in the hallway, I scoop her into my arms. She rests her head against my chest, and I feel the way she snuggles into me. Every inch of her is soft and quiet.
Vulnerable in a way she rarely shows.
Hate how the men she’s been with haven’t served her right. It’s a fucking honor to be trusted with Lucy’s needs, and I cradle her tighter as I walk into my room.
By the time I get to the bathroom and put her down on her feet, she’s barely awake. “Hate to wake you up when you’re like this, Bug. But there are some cuts on your knees and a whole lot of lube that needs cleaning up. You up to a shower?”
“Will you wash me, Daddy?”
“Yeah. I’ll take care of you.”
I turn on the shower, then guide her inside before removing my own clothes. Her body is a mess. Marks on her ass and feet from the stairs, her knees from the way I fucked her, a bruise already forming on her hip, and two stripes from my belt on her ass.
But the soft smile on her face tells me I just gave her everything she needed.
And I can rest. Because us together, like this, is all I need.