Chapter 25
ELLIE
“Trig, yes. More!” I cried, lifting my hips so he’d put his mouth right where I wanted. I could barely move because Trig had tied me to the bed. I had to admit, his rodeo skills were sure coming in handy.
It’d been a week since the confrontation with Mr. Trout.
From what Trig and his brothers told me, it was made very clear with words–and Trig’s fist–that I was Trig’s wife now and that Trout needed to back the fuck off.
Those were the words Buck had used to describe it when he and Trig came to collect me from their parents’ house.
Colt had arrested Mr. Trout and he’d been released on bail.
It wasn’t set for much, at least when it came to Mr. Trout’s bank account, and he’d walked free two days later.
Somehow, the paperwork got stalled and he couldn’t get before the county judge until then.
There’d be a hearing, but there was no doubt by anyone that all he’d get was a fine and perhaps anger management classes, but that sounded like trying to patch a sinking boat with chewing gum.
When Trig recounted how he’d tied Trout up, he noticed how squirmy I’d gotten. I hadn’t thought about Trout’s wrists being bound, but mine.
Since then, Trig had me snugly–yet carefully and comfortably–secured to our headboard. Then tortured me with pleasure.
Like right now where I’d been at his mercy for hours. My legs were tossed over his shoulders and he was eating me out like he hadn’t already had a huge dinner of his mother’s chicken casserole. The problem was, he wasn’t letting me come.
“TRIG!” I shouted, rocking my hips again.
He lifted his head and looked up my body to meet my eyes. I’d be the one throwing a punch if he didn’t make me come soon.
His beard glistened as he licked his lips. “Sugar, you’re forgetting who’s in charge here.”
“Please.”
“You want to come?”
“Yes!”
“You beg so nicely. Who’s pussy is this?” One of his fingers slowly circled my entrance, teasing me. I clenched my inner walls eager for something… anything to fill me.
“Yours.”
“Who gives you your orgasms?”
“You.”
“Good girl.” Then he shifted, gripping my hips and flipping me over. The length of the rope allowed for me to be put onto my elbows and knees.
He kissed up the length of my spine. “What did I say I was gonna do when I got my ropes on you next?”
I dropped my head so my forehead touched the mattress. “Keep me tied to the bed until you put a baby in me.”
“That’s right, sugar.” Setting one hand by my head, the other must’ve been lining his dick up at my entrance. “Think this time’ll do it? You’ve been dripping with my cum for the last three hours.”
“Please.” I wanted his dick. I wanted to come. I wanted to make a baby with him. I wanted it all.
He rolled his hips and filled me in one slow thrust.
My fingers scrabbled at the mattress as I came. I screamed his name, clenched him so tight he growled.
I was so full of his cum that wet sounds filled the room. Trig had staying power, especially after coming twice already, so he fucked me through three orgasms before he held himself deep and emptied himself inside me. It seemed we both had a thing for making babies.
I was sweaty, exhausted and so sated I felt like my bones melted.
He maneuvered a pillow beneath my hips as I stayed on my stomach. “Gotta keep that load in.”
My wrists were released and he rubbed the skin gently. Then flopped down beside me, pulled me super close and I fell into orgasm-induced unconsciousness.