14. Bel
Like a puma, he pounces on me before I can even step away from him. I need to get away from him. I’m too close to giving in and letting him have his way with me. He turns me in his arms, and I’m trapped. Both obsession and lust reflect at me in his dazed, manic eyes. He’s in full-on hunt mode, and nothing will stop him from taking what he wants, not now. Still, I have to try because my heart is on the line, and if I let him in again, I know it’ll end in nothing but heartache.
”Let go of me, you sick bastard. I hate you!” I screech, fighting against him. He licks his lips, a mask slipping over his face.
Tilting my chin up with his finger, he whispers, ”It”s interesting how much ‘I hate you’ and ‘I don”t want you’ sound like just the opposite. You might say you hate me, but… ” His hand snakes between our bodies, and I find myself reacting without thinking as he cups me between the legs, his fingers on my pussy, right over my tights.
Liquid heat and desire gush to my core from this one simple touch. But I come to my senses quickly and grab his wrist. ”I don”t want you.”
He smirks. ”Translation: Fuck me, Drew.”
I lick my lips, my breathing growing ragged as I try to come up with an escape plan. ”I hate you.” It’s more of a mumble than an actual statement.
He leans in close, his mouth brushing my earlobe. ”Translation: I love you.”
”Love?” I whisper, all the anger flushed out of me now.
The simmering heat from his touch remains, and I know no matter what he does to me, I”ll want it. I need his hand on me in a way I”d only started to understand before he ripped out my heart and stomped all over it. Now, my head is a jumble of confusion, and my body is a raging mess of hormones.
I fucking need him, even if I don”t want to need him.
”Why won”t you leave me alone?”
”I thought I made it clear you couldn”t get away from me.”
I let out a sigh of frustration. Now we’re back to that. A statement I thought was negated by him calling me a cunt to use back in that kitchen.
Which man do I trust? The one who hurt me a month ago or the one who wants to hurt me now?
When a minute of silence passes between us, he unleashes a long, hissing sigh.
”Bel—” His words are cut off when I slash out to shove his hand away and realize too late that the glass in my hand dug into his arm, right below the other wound I had already inflicted.
I jerk my gaze from the blood.
His jaw is set tight, and he grits his teeth. ”Flower...”
Like a cobra striking, he snatches my hand and twists it hard. I gasp, and my fingers spasm, releasing the glass. I watch as it falls to the forest floor. Shit. I jerk my hand away and cradle it to my chest, then risk another glance at his face. It”s different now. Devoid of emotion, blank, even as I watch the blood drip down his forearm and off his fingertips.
He leans in so his face is even with mine, and he licks my lips in a small swipe. ”I think it’s time for your punishment, Flower…”
I swallow hard and try to slow my breathing. It”s pointless since he no doubt already knows I”m so fucking wet my panties are soaked. ”What are you going to do?”
He tilts my chin up toward him and captures my mouth in a searing kiss. It”s more than a kiss, it”s a claim and control on my soul, a command on my existence. I moan and clench my hand around his forearm, the warmth of his blood slipping along my skin.
His lips force mine open, and his tongue slips inside, tangling with mine. I can”t do anything but let him guide me to the ground as I submit to the brutality of that kiss. To the brutality of him. Yet in the back of my mind, the events from that day play on repeat.
“We can’t do this!” I growl against him.
“We can, and we are.” He grunts, easily overpowering me.
“Let go of me!” I hiss, but the idea of him letting go of me leaves me cold and disappointed.
“Never. You’re mine. Forever.” His tone is granite-hard and laced with need. A need I feel through my entire body as his hand slips from my waist and under my skirt. “I wanted to fuck you nice and slow and show you how much I crave you, but I realized that’s not what you need. What you need is darker than that.”
“Stop,” I exclaim, even as his hand presses against my pussy.
“You want me to take it from you so you don’t have to admit how much you wanted me in the first place, and that’s fine. You can hate me for it, hate me as you come all over my cock, because to me, your hate and love taste the same.”
I barely blink, and he has me turned so my knees are in the piles of leaves, and my ass is in the air. Another blink and my tights are being ripped, the sound echoing through the empty forest. Cold air flashes across the backs of my thighs and ass, the rest of the material still in place.
Did he really just rip a hole in my tights?
Next come my panties, as a loud rip cuts through the night sounds, and I’m so flabbergasted I don’t know what to make of it. He’s holding the glass I dropped and hacks away at the material, not even nicking my skin once. He shoves the panties and the glass into the pocket of the jacket I”m still wearing.His fingers smooth over my ass cheeks, and with them comes something warm.
Blood. His blood. I should be repulsed at the thought, but I’m not. It drips down onto my skin, and he smears it across my flesh, painting me with it.
“Fuck, Bel, you look so pretty with my blood staining your silky smooth skin.”
I hang my head and just try to be glad he can”t see my face right now. Let him think I can”t stand him, that I hate him, that I never want him to touch me again, when it”s all the opposite. Those same fingers that we’re just smearing blood across my ass trail down and enter me all at once. The harsh intrusion knocks the air out of my lungs, but I”m wet enough for it. I shiver as the sensations of pleasure roll through me.
He fucks me hard and fast with two fingers, my cunt making terrible slurping noises as I bite my lip to stop myself from saying his name. Fuck. He doesn’t hold back, and the pleasure builds, carrying me higher and higher as he plunges in and out. I’m practically panting, my fingers clinging to the dirt and mud, anything to keep me in place.
“I warned you that I was going to punish you Bel, and I wasn’t lying. I won’t be gentle with you, not this time. You’re going to take my cock in your virgin ass.” His words interrupt the haze of pleasure zipping through me, and then he pulls his fingers out of me, leaving me with a cold and dejected feeling.
There’s a rustling of clothes, and I realize he’s pushing his pants down. Now that some of the pleasure has worn off, I comprehend what he said.
You’re going to take my cock in your virgin ass.
“Stay with me, Flower,” he growls.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it…” I plead and try to inch forward, the reality of my actions finally dawning on me.
“But you did, and that’s okay because now I’m going to show you exactly who you belong to, who holds the power of your pleasure, and just who it is that makes you feel this way.”
I feel his thick cock head at the entrance of my pussy, and I shudder, knowing what’s coming next. Without warning, he snaps his hips forward, entering me in one solid thrust.
“Fuck, I missed this,” he groans into the darkness.
He fucks me at a brutal pace, his balls slapping against my clit at the perfect angle, and all I can do is hold on and let him consume me. My own arousal seeps out around his cock and down my thighs.
“Good girl. Your pussy takes my cock so well. Gripping me nice and tight,” Drew praises, and it only encourages my lust. With one hand, he holds me in place at the hip, his fingers biting into my flesh, while the other trails up my back.
I wonder what he’ll do with it when his thick fingers sink into my hair. Without care, he tugs my head back, the movement making my scalp burn and my eyes water. The injury, still healing, throbs slightly, and I grit my teeth against the pain.
“Drew, oh God.” I start to beg for the impending orgasm that sits on the horizon, close enough for me to taste but still out of reach. My body bows, and I can do nothing but bend at the mercy of his touch.
“Fuck, Bel. Fuck. I wanted to make love to you, but I guess that’s not what either of us needed.” He slams into me, and I swear I feel him in my stomach. “All I want to do is rut deep inside you, filling you with my cum, fucking you until you can’t think of anything but me.”
He fucks me savagely, and I sink deeper and deeper into the sensations. I’m terrified of the darkness he’s clawing out of me, forcing me to acknowledge.
“Mine. You’re mine.”
All I can do is moan in pleasure.
“Say it. Say you’re mine,” Drew demands.
My heart clenches in my chest, and the knot low in my belly unravels.
I’m close, so close.
“If you want to come, then you better tell me who you belong to.” The words are feral and animalistic, and I succumb to the need faster than I’m willing to admit.
“You. It’s you,” I cry.
“Yes, Flower. It’s me. You belong to me, and no one is going to change that, not even you.” I can see the smile on his lips without even turning around and looking.
The hand at my hip slips between our bodies, and then his fingers are on my clit. It takes less than ten seconds for me to explode. Light flashes before my eyes, and my entire body shudders against the cold ground as a moment of pure blessed silence echoes through me.
The grip on my hair is released, and I sag forward with my head hanging low once again.
I’m slowly floating back down to reality when I feel him… there. His thick cock is still inside me, and he’s rock hard, signifying he hasn’t come yet. I’m still loopy from my climax, but I swear I feel his thumb slipping between my ass cheeks.
Hell no.Out of reflex, I jerk forward.
”Nope, you”re not going anywhere, Flower. I told you there would be a punishment. The punishment is this. I’m going to take your ass. I”m going to destroy your last virgin hole, forcing you to acknowledge that every part of you now belongs to me.” A desperate darkness in his tone tells me nothing will stop this from happening.
He’s not asking me; he’s telling me, and I don’t know if that’s terrifying or the biggest turn-on ever. Moving slowly, he works his thumb into my ass, fucking the hole with care I didn’t think was possible. It doesn’t take long for me to start mewling like a kitten in heat once he’s got his thumb in my ass and his cock in my pussy.
Once acclimated to the pressure, he adds another finger, stretching me. I whimper at the intrusion and the burn of pain that zings through me as he fucks me slowly with the digits while thrusting his hips forward at the same time, fucking me with both his cock and his fingers.
“Fuck, your ass is perfect, Flower. I wish you could see it. See how pretty it is being owned by me.”
I grit my teeth and curl my nails into the dirt, needing something to anchor against the pleasure-pain combo threatening to rip me to shreds. Tears sting my eyes as a third finger is added to my ass. The muscles resist, trying to push him out.
The pleasure and pain balance is a razor edge, tipping closer to pain at the moment, but little ripples of pleasure zip through my core every time he bottoms out inside me, and I hold on to those as I let him claim me.
“Drew… It hurts…”
”Shhh, I know. It’s going to be okay. Stay with me. Breathe through it. This might be a punishment, but I promise I”ll make you feel so good. Don”t I always know exactly what you need?”
All I can do is whimper, and I focus on keeping myself on all fours instead of sinking down to the dirt to allow him complete control. I breathe through my nose, the burning in my ass becoming increasingly unbearable. I don’t want to tell him to stop?—
that’s weakness—and I don’t know that he even would, but I don’t know if I can handle anything else, especially not his cock.
“Drew…” I whine.
His fingers ease out of me, and I relax, sucking a ragged breath into my lungs.
“We aren’t done yet,” he warns.
Slowly, he pulls his cock out of my pussy, and with it comes an embarrassing amount of liquid. I shudder as the thick head of his dick slides between my ass cheeks while one hand gently strokes my back. I let out a groan when he presses the thick head of his cock against the puckered hole. Something warm and wet lands on my ass, the substance slipping down my crack.
What the hell? I’m confused for half a second, and then I glance at him over my shoulder, my eyes refusing to make sense of what I’m seeing.
I watch curiously as he curls his muscled forearm, making the wound bleed just enough that the drops fall perfectly down my ass crack so that he can use them as lube while he takes my ass. It’s so endearing that I almost smile. Almost.
The pressure against the hole grows, and no matter how much I tell myself to relax, I can’t. I just clench up, tighter and tighter.
”Relax, Flower, and I”ll be easier for you to take.” His tone is soft, gentle, coaxing.
“It burns…” I hiss through my teeth, feeling the muscles protest and stretch around his thick cock.
“It’s going to. You’re so tight, and I’m not exactly small.” His voice is pinched, his breathing labored.
“Drew…” I whimper.
Fucking hell.
“Shhh, I’ve got you. I’ll always have you.” His cock stretches me to the point of pain as he slides in another inch, and my entire body trembles. I bite my lip hard to stop myself from begging him to stop. On the fringes of pain are tiny zings of pleasure, like a silver lining, and I focus my attention there. “I wish you could see how well your ass stretches for me. Opening nice and wide.”
”Fuuuuuccckkk,” I bite out.
”You take my cock so well, Flower. You”re so fucking tight. I think I might love your ass more than your pussy.”
It seems like years until I feel the heat of his body resting against mine, letting me know he”s all the way in. Fuck. Fuck. How do I do this?
Sensations like I’ve never experienced ricochet through me. Pain and pleasure roll up and pour into me, overflowing the edges until I can”t think straight. He consumes me.
I scrabble across the dirt, digging in deeper until my fingertips are buried in the earth.
It”s too much.
”Fuck, Flower. Relax. Every time you tense up, your muscles strangle my cock to the point I think I’m going to burst. I promise you don’t want me to come yet because then we’ll have to start the process all over again.”
My body trembles, and my knees shake, barely keeping me upright. All he does is laugh darkly, pulling out of me slowly before sliding back in. Fire. It’s all I can feel. Fuck, it burns, and my pussy clenches around nothing.
”Drew, please.”
”Ah… I love it when you beg. Tell me what you want. You’ve been a good girl so far, letting me take your ass without complaint. You deserve a reward.” He leans over my body and peppers the side of my neck with kisses. ”Come on, Bel. You know how much I love it when you beg.”
I whimper and swallow hard so I can speak again. ”I don”t know what I need...”
He hums against my neck and pulls back. ”That’s okay. I know what you need. I know how to make it better.”
Shifting his grip so one hand holds me up and the other curls down over my thighs, he drags his fingertips over my clit.
Fuck. Yes. That”s what I need.
I shift to give him better access, and of course he notices. ”So greedy for my touch. I know what you need. Remember that.” He thrums my clit and surges into me, pressing deep. ”You feel so good. Too good,” he groans.
The pressure is building, my pussy clenching tight even as my other hole is invaded. We’re both panting and writhing against one another. Drew presses harder against me, his chest nearly in line with my back. I feel his hot breath against my ear, and I damn near melt to the ground. Before I can comprehend what is happening, Drew’s hand is on the side of my head, his touch searing as he presses my face into the dirt.
”I can’t even tell you how beautiful you are stuffed with my cock inside you,” he growls into my ear, and with the way he holds me down, forcing me into submission while fucking my ass, I nearly explode. “I need to feel you come, feel your pussy beg for my cum, all while knowing it’s your ass that’s going to be rewarded, instead. Can you do that for me? Can you come for me? Do it. Be a good girl and come for me.”
Filthy, dirty words. But those words add to the raging storm barreling inside me. I squeeze my eyes closed, focusing solely on the pleasure he gives me, forces on me.
I moan and nod the best I can. ”Yes. Yes. Yes.”
Pistoning his hips faster and harder, he thrusts deeper, taking another piece of my heart each time he does. A position I thought we”d never be in again.
“So good, so fucking good! I’m going to fill your ass with my cum. Tell me to fill your ass with cum.”
He presses me harder into the dirt, holding me in place, using me. Tears leak from my eyes, and I know I’m consumed by this man. Owned by him in every way possible.
“Come in my ass. Fill me with your cum!” I pant.
Then I shatter. For half a second, my vision goes black, and my muscles seize up. I’m momentarily trapped in a vortex of pleasure, and all I can do is let it consume me. I’m vaguely aware of his own groans of pleasure, and then I feel the warm heat of his release filling my ass as he slams into me one final time.
I’m exhausted, spent, and can barely remain on my knees. After having destroyed me both physically and mentally, he pulls out of me with tenderness, his release dripping out of my ass and down my thighs.
Just as my body gives out on me, and I fall flat onto my belly in the dirt, the world spins all around me, and I can’t help but wonder what I’m supposed to do now.
How can I give up the man I love?