10. Whisper
He was sitting in a chair, in the corner of the room, facing the door when I entered. The raven had woken up uneasy and the feeling of being locked in made us both anxious. It needed to spread its wings and I needed to get out of the confines of this damn room. As soon as Powertrain had left this morning, I walked into the woods by the edge of the highway, disappearing from sight so that I could let the raven shift. If I didn’t, I was sure it would do it in front of Lee, and that would probably be a bad idea being that he had no clue what I truly was.
The one good thing was that the raven didn’t leave me for dead this time. It actually dropped me off back where I’d left my backpack, which I was grateful for since I didn’t have to walk back naked. Hence why I lived alone. When my mother was around it was easier. Our ravens could talk to each other, and with one song she’d be able to find me. But now I was on my own, and it got harder and harder each time.
It was late as I approached the back of the motel. The raven had kept us out for hours this time. My body was sore from the shift, and I was exhausted as I entered the room. The last thing I expected was to find out that I was supposed to be back before curfew, like some teenager.
“Do you have any idea what time it is?”
“I do not. Why does it matter?”
“I told you to stay put!” He shouted, pacing the room.
“I’m not going to stay locked up all day, Lee!”
I knew why he was pissed. I’d been practically missing all day. But how could I tell him I had no choice. That the raven and its incessant caw would fill my head, and if I rejected it in any way the power would bring me down to my knees and force the shift on me. If he ever saw that, he’d find me repulsive, and I didn’t want him to see me that way or think that of me. Because I didn’t want him to leave me. The realization hit me as I stood there, being chided by this grown man.
“What made you think you had permission to leave! Do you have any idea what’s out there right now! Why are you so damn selfish!” He shouted at me, and he finally hit the right trigger button.
”And why are you such a dickhead!” I fell into stride for a fight. I preferred to be pissed off than feel my heart break in two. Showing weakness wasn’t an option for me. And I would much rather him think of me as selfish, than find my darker side repulsive.
”You”re certifiably unstable!” He shouted again and I came toe to toe with him. We were shooting daggers at one another and yet an electrifying thrill shot up my spine.
”How dare you?” I spat out.
”You are a thorn in my fucking side.” He leaned in, his lips only fragments of an inch from mine.
”And you”re the pain in mine.”
His eyes dropped to my mouth, and I fisted my hands on either side of my hips, barely hanging on by a thread at this point.
His voice lowered as he stared at my lips. ”I should put you over my fucking knee again. You deserve another spanking.”
”Go on. I dare you to.”
I didn”t know why I uttered those words. The challenge was ever present in my eyes as his lip went from a snarl to the sexiest smirk I”d ever seen.
”You asked for it.”
I yelped as he reached for me, gripping me tightly by the arm as he led me back to the chair where he plopped himself down and hauled me over his lap. I was wearing cutoff shorts which he tugged on so that they rose over my cheeks, the seam being yanked up against the crevice of my core. His grip on them was vice-like, but nothing like what came next.
I jolted on his lap as his hand smacked my exposed flesh. It stung and I could barely get my head around the sensation when another sound smack followed, and then another, and another. He was relentless in his punishment. Moving that ample palm of his hand along my flesh before issuing another series of smacks. I whimpered, more from shame than from pain. I was ashamed that I loved how my skin ran hot beneath his massive hands, drenching my panties. I moaned as he gripped my shorts tighter, the material wedged between my pussy lips, providing me with an agonizing pressure that only heightened these feelings of lust I was having.
I was wrapped around his knee, my breasts tender, rubbing against the rough material of his jeans. I noticed he was hard and knowing that only excited me more. His rough calloused hand was sliding beneath my shorts, squeezing my cheeks. He rubbed my flesh gently, easing the pain he”d caused.
”Does it hurt?” He said gruffly.
With my face buried in his thigh I whimpered. ”A little.”
He swatted my flesh again, grunting as I moaned, pushing my ass slightly into the air. I was lost in the fervor he was creating. My legs parted on their own accord, and I felt the muscles on his thighs tense up. His hand squeezed my flesh possessively, no longer gentle.
”Why do you push me to such limits?”
Because I like to see just how far you”ll go.I spoke the words in my head, not wanting him to know that I loved every touch, every ounce of pain he issued on my body.
”You drive me crazy, my beautiful little lunatic. This won”t go well for either of us.”
He hissed as his thumb sneaked up the inseam of my shorts, finding my wetness. I couldn”t help but once again rock back on his lap. As my ass pressed against his hand, my breasts surged against his hardened length. He repositioned my shorts, giving him enough access to fondle my pussy. I gasped as his thumb slid over my hard clit.
”You liked what I did to you last night?”
I bit down on my lip, pressing my cheek to his thigh and hummed a response. ”Mhmm.”
His thumb pressed against my core, and I bit back a moan.
”You”re so wet.”
That rich deep voice of his ran through me like thick honey, making me susceptible to agree to anything he asked of me.
”Touch me, please.” My voice was a fractured whisper, but my words cut through the heavy silence.
His hand froze on my flesh and for a second, I didn”t think he”d do it. I was his club brother”s younger sister. Touching me was literally like touching fire. And I wondered in that brief instant if I had indeed become a lunatic, giving myself so easily to a Royal Bastard. I waited, wondering what he was thinking, and then he yanked my shorts off me. At that point, any inhibitions I had were replaced by the warmth of his hands.
”I”m gonna go to hell for this,” he uttered sternly.
”I thought I”d already taken you there,” I whispered.
”Yeah. But now I”m willing to burn for you.”
I cried out as he ripped through my panties to get access to my pussy. I could feel his hot breath sliding over my flesh just as one of those long thick fingers entered me.
”Lee,” His name slipped out as part sob, and part needy whine. I was terrible at keeping quiet, but who would be when you were being issued such exquisite torture.
He began to fuck me, his finger sliding in and out of my barely used pussy. His fingers were rough and thick, and although he was issuing long steady thrusts, the sensation wasn”t enough. I needed him to fill me, and he knew it.
I squirmed on his lap as he slid his finger out, gently turning me to face him. I was now being cradled on his lap, feeling so small yet cared for.
He gently brushed my hair off my face and stared intently into my eyes. I quickly realized I was sitting on this man”s lap with my pussy exposed, but that didn”t bother me. What unnerved me was the intense look he was giving me.
I knew what that look meant. I”d seen it in my father”s eyes when he looked at my mother. I”d seen it on Macabre”s when he looked at his wife. It was a look that meant ownership and it scared the crap out of me.
I suddenly leapt off his lap, shoving him off me.
”What the hell are you doing?” His eyes furrowed in confusion.
Overlooking my ripped panties, I quickly picked up my shorts and shoved them on.
“What the hell is going on, Whisper? I thought this is what you wanted?”
He tried grabbing me, but I swatted him away, desperate to get away from him. ”That look in your eye. I”ve seen it before. I won”t be anyone”s property, Powertrain, especially not yours.”
A growl was the last thing I heard before I was being thrown over his shoulder and then slammed into a mattress. I barely had time to protest let alone think of an escape, as he was on me almost instantly. His fists wrapped around my wrists, pinning me to the bed.
”You”re not fucking going anywhere.”
”You won”t force yourself on me, Lee. And you can”t make me do anything I don”t want to do.”
He suddenly gave me that sexy knowing smirk of his, one I wish didn”t have such an effect on me. But he was right, I wasn”t going anywhere. And the feel of his weight on top of me felt way too good to deny it. But I wasn”t going to give in so easily. I never went down without a fight.
”The only thing I”m going to force are the screams that are going to come out of that dirty little mouth of yours as you cum on my tongue.”
”What? No!”
I shoved at him as he reached down between us, once again shoving my shorts off me. I made a mental note to always have a belt on hand with hum around. Although knowing him and what his kinks were, I”d have to be careful he wouldn”t use it on me.
I was bare once again, my legs spread apart, my pussy brushing against the hardness hidden against his jeans. I struggled against his grip, only managing to lure his eyes to my chest.
”You shouldn”t be walking around without a bra.”
”And why is that?”
”Because the shape of those tits would make any man hard. And the tips of those nipples have me starved.”
I cried out as he pinned my hands to my sides and proceeded to rip down my tank top straps revealing my breasts. Eagerly his mouth covered a taut tip and I moaned, loving how he consumed me. His hands were all over me, encircling me, pulling me against me so he could feed off my flesh. The sensations he stirred in me were intoxicatingly sensual and at the same time so erotically dirty. Knowing his strength could overpower me but opting to pleasure me heightened the thrill. I surrendered to him, becoming lost in him, whispering my fervent desire for him.
I scraped my nails against his scalp, groaning as he slid his shoulders between my thighs. I couldn”t remember how he”d gotten there, nor did I care. As soon as his tongue slid across my swollen core, I had completely given up any sense of self control and I was giving myself to him completely.
I cried out, digging my nails into his forearms as his tongue flicked across my clit. That”s where my ravaging began. Right there on this brute”s delicious tongue. He hardened the muscle, rubbing it right where I needed him to be.
”Lee,” I gasped as his teeth found my clit and they sank down around that sensitive button.
I screamed out as the orgasm washed over me in a harsh, sharp wave that just kept rolling me against the pleasure of his mouth, stealing my breath and with it my soul.
He continued to suck and fondle me until I was a hot whimpering mess beneath him, far too gone to care about the sound of his zipper sliding down, or the thump of his boots against the floor as he undressed. All I could utter was a moan of satisfaction as I felt the weight of him back on top of me.
My eyes were closed but my body was eager to feel that large length of his sliding up into me.
”Please, Lee.”
He left heated kisses along the base of my neck, nicking my earlobe. ”Beg me, my pretty little lunatic.”
I didn”t hesitate. I was growing desperate, and I never thought I could need someone like I needed him. ”Please, Lee.”
”Say it,” he gripped my hair and my eyes opened, fixed on his dark orbs. The heat in them was hot enough to make me succumb to everything he wanted.
I was weak around him and that should have sent me running again but it didn”t. Because being underneath him was the safest I”d ever felt in my entire life. It was like being engulfed by a big lion that only wanted to cuddle and do bad things with you. But he wouldn”t hurt you, just devour you inch by inch, in the most delicious ways.
”Speak to me, Princess.”
”I need you,” I whispered in a ragged breath.
He moved his hips against me, and I raised mine, gliding my wet pussy lips along his raw thickness.
”Need me to what, baby girl?”
”I don”t know,” I sobbed, knowing I wanted him but unable to say it.
”You need me to slide my dick in your tight little cunt.”
”Oh, god.” I quickly nodded.
He clicked his tongue and shook his head. ”You said I couldn”t force myself on you. You”re gonna have to do the work yourself, baby girl.”
He was teaching me a lesson and I both hated and loved him for it. I knew when to admit defeat, and at this moment I had lost a sense of purpose.
”Fuck me, Lee. I need you to fuck me hard.”
“Put me where you want me, Princess.”
I reached between us, blindly fondling him until I had his cockhead perched against my entrance. My eyes met his in a silent please and with a swift jerk of his hips he sank his full length into me. I gasped for air, struggling to hold onto him as he penetrated me. I could feel every inch of him, his cock pulsing and swelling inside of me.
He lay still on top of me, his throbbing dick buried deep inside of me as he cradled my head in his hands, forcing me to look at him.
”You”re perfect. I need you to know that, Whisper. Your curves, your eyes, the way your pussy so desperately grips my cock. You”re fucking perfect.”
I cried out as he jerked his hips, fully inserting his thick long cock inside of me. It was so deep, feeling so incredibly good as the sensation of him filling me, stole my breath.
”Fuck me,” I sobbed against his lips, and when he reared his hips back and then jerked them forward, my toes curled, and my sensitive core came undone for him.
Arching back against the mattress, I gripped the sheets as another orgasm assaulted me. This one was prolonged by Lee”s deep, quick thrusts.
”Yes, baby girl, cum on my cock.”
He continued to fuck me, causing a ripple effect that came with the pleasure. His kisses were intoxicating against my heated flesh. And just when I thought I couldn”t take it anymore, he whispered into my ear.
“I”m just getting fucking started, baby.”
”Oh, God,” I trembled as his hips jerked against me.
I remembered holding onto him, my nails leaving red bloodied trails down his back as he ordered me to cum on his cock yet again. In my euphoria, I let it happen. Release after release, loving how my body reacted to him I couldn”t get enough of him.
”It feels so good.”
”Where do you want my cum baby girl?”
”Inside me. I”m on the pill. You can cum inside me.”
”Fuck,” he roared, my breathless words triggering him.
I watched this beautifully ripped man dissolve over me. His thrusts quickened, his cock heavy and hard against my sensitive clit.
”I”m close. You”re gonna make me cum again.”
”Fuck,” he grunted. “You”re so fucking hot, Whisper. I can”t get enough of you. Cum on daddy”s dick, my dirty beautiful girl.”
I cried out as I came undone for him, my pussy squeezing the jets of cream out of his pulsing thickness. I ran my hands all over him, pulling him against me as our hips humped against one another, grinding and rolling into a horny undulating dance.
My raven stretched out, and I felt the power tingling all over me, heightening the pleasure.
”Are you still hard?” I whispered into his ear as he lay on top of me. His arms had found their way around my waist, and they held me caged in his powerful embrace.
”My cock has been hard for you since I first laid eyes on you.”
My giggle became a moan as his mouth found a nipple and rolled it onto his tongue.
”I like how you feel,” I gasped.
”And how do I feel?”
”Hard,” I moaned for him as he rolled those hips into me. He”d started fucking me again and I could feel his cock harden inside of me. The feeling was intoxicating.
”What else do I feel like?” He murmured against my neck.
”Overpowering.”
”And you like that?” He growled in my ear.
”Mhmm,” I hummed in response.
I felt needy, like a little girl wanting her daddy but finding a beast instead, and he was ready to devour me. The raven fluttered, that power coursing right on the edge. I was afraid if I had one more release, that power would explode.
”You called yourself my daddy,” I said out loud, remembering his words.
His tongue ran along my collarbone causing me to shudder. ”Did you like that?”
Oddly I did. ”Mmmm, yes.”
”You like being daddy”s good little slut.” He jerked his hips into me, and I yelped, the pleasure running through the entire length of my body.
”Mmm, yes make me your slut.”
He ran a hand down the front of my body, cupping my breasts until his hand wrapped around my throat as he fucked me.
”I”m gonna be your new daddy. And I”m gonna make my good girl do very naughty things. Like spanking her cunt when she gets loud, and placing clamps on these tight little nipples until she cries my name.”
He pulled on my tits and that slight sting made me pulse around his dick.
”Oh yes, I”m going to do such bad things to you, Whisper. You”re stuck with me now, my pretty little lunatic.”
He cradled my face as he fucked me and as my body tightened and the pleasure coursed through me, I secretly couldn”t wait to find out more about this man and the dark and sinister things he wanted to do to me.