Chapter 29
LUCY
I’d never been more turned on in my life.
I’d never felt more vulnerable in my life.
And as scary as it was, I loved it.
The vibrations were almost too much to bear, but they were nothing compared to Blake’s hand resting on my restrained thigh and his eyes on mine as I tried, and failed, to writhe. It was ecstasy and hell at the same time.
And I couldn’t say a word.
God, I couldn’t say a word. Couldn’t beg for more, or for less, couldn’t tell him no, couldn’t tell him yes. I’d never put my trust and faith in someone so completely, but when he’d asked me, I hadn’t questioned it for a second.
I didn’t trust anyone.
But I trusted him.
I shouldn’t, not after everything he’d done. But I knew on some level that Blake would never hurt me. Would shove a knife in his own chest before he risked my safety.
I’d do absolutely anything for you. Cross any line. Killing some assholes who hurt you doesn’t even come close to it.
Yeah. So. I was tied up and unable to do anything but submit to pleasure and moan into the gag, wishing it was his cock in my mouth, in my pussy, even in my ass, as scary as that sounded.
I was stretched wide, filled to the brim, my nipples sore and aching from the sharp bite of the clamps—and I loved it.
Even though I hated it. Hated the way the vibrators forced one orgasm out of me, then another, without any rhythm or regularity as Blake turned the vibrators on higher and lower, slower and faster, based on some silent whims he didn’t share with me.
My body writhed and I trembled from both needing to come and needing to never come again, but not once did I take my eyes off his.
The expression in them was sublime. The green in them was like a forest at midnight, filled with frightening things I desperately wanted to explore, no matter how much it might hurt.
They held lust in their depths, sure, a claim of ownership, of course, but also a softness that looked so close to love, I came again when I saw it.
By now, my pussy was clenching weakly, needy and empty. My ass was clenching too, but at least it had something to grasp. Distantly, my breasts chimed from the bells on the clamps. I started begging, even though it came out as garbled nonsense.
“Oh, sweetheart, do you need something?” Coach asked, green eyes glinting. “Do you need to come again?”
He played with his phone, jacking the vibrations up so high I started screaming from the pleasure-pain. And still he didn’t relent.
I started shaking my head, back and forth, pleading with my eyes for him to get rid of the vibrators and actually fuck me.
“You can take a few more,” he murmured, kissing my sweaty cheek. “Just a few more for daddy, and then I’ll give you my cock. There you go, that’s one, that’s a good girl. Let’s get you another. Keep those gorgeous eyes on me while I torture you some more…”
He kept talking, but I couldn’t hear him, my body too overwrought, overwhelmed, to do much more than float in the space between joy and suffering.
He’d said only a few more, but I swear I must have orgasmed a thousand and one more times, seconds stretching into years as he crooned words to me I could barely hear.
Finally, finally, the buzzing stopped. I lay there in a weak daze as he removed the flower vibrator from my clit and released the clamps from my nipples, sending a shocking burn and then relief through me.
He didn’t remove the butt plug, but his hands lifted my head, working open the buckle and pulling the dildo gag free.
I inhaled deeply, mouth dry from my moans and cries.
My hearing came back to me, and so did clarity.
“Poor little troublemaker.” He tsked as he reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a bottle of water, holding my neck and head up with one hand while he popped off the lid and held it to my mouth with the other.
I drank greedily, the cool water bathing my insides and bringing me back to life. My whole body ached from the ropes and the orgasms.
“You’re evil,” I gasped. “That was evil.”
He threw his head back and laughed, the sound so beautiful my heart ached with it. Blake so rarely laughed that each one was precious, and I swore I’d make him laugh every day for the rest of our lives.
“I’m not done being evil,” he told me, and then he was standing and stripping off his shirt and pants, revealing a broad, muscular chest, lightly covered in hair, a six pack, narrow hips, and his huge, hard cock.
Thick, tree-trunk thighs and muscular calves completed the masterpiece of his body. Even his feet were works of art.
Climbing onto the bed, he pressed one forearm next to my head, grabbing my left hip with the other and tugging me up, lining his cock up with my swollen opening, and then surging inside.
I was so wet from the multiple orgasms he’d forced on me that he slid right in.
Deep. Confident. Dominant. Sure. All the way until he bottomed out, resting his balls against my ass.
“Ah, fuck,” he groaned as he stared into my eyes. “How is this pussy so goddamn perfect? How are you so goddamn perfect?”
Before I could come up with a sassy reply—my brain was a little slow from all the orgasms—he kissed me, seductive and brutal, conquering my mouth with his.
I let him, I had no other choice. My eyes started to flutter closed, but then the vibrations started back up in my ass, and they popped wide open.
“Coach…”
“No, what do you call me?” he warned.
“Daddy…” I whined, but he ignored me, pulling out and shoving back in, hard and deep, snapping his hips with a breakneck pace I could’ve barely kept up with if I’d been able to move.
As it was, tied up and energy depleted, I had no choice but to take his rough thrusts, lost in the juxtaposition of him mercilessly fucking my pussy as he stared tenderly into my eyes.
I thought I’d felt full before, but between the plug in my ass and his cock in my cunt, it was like there was no room left inside me—Blake had taken over it all.
“Can you come for me again?”
“No,” I begged.
“Just one more time, sweetheart. You can, I know you can. You’re so strong. You can do anything. Come for me, you gorgeous girl.”
The praise did it. My whole body shook with the power of it, crying out into Blake’s mouth as he swooped in for another kiss, swallowing the sound as he powered into me.
He moaned into the kiss, his hips stuttering as wet heat filled me up inside, and then he stilled, slumping over my body, his heart pounding against mine.
“Fuck,” he said.
That was the right thing to say.
A moment later, he slipped out of me, his cum following his exit.
He rolled off of me, and then he was lifting me up and gently undoing the ropes, freeing each limb, one after another.
My whole body tingled as blood rushed back to my limbs and Blake rubbed them to help with any soreness.
Finally, he pulled the vibrator out of my ass.
I immediately felt empty. I immediately wanted it back.
“Fuck,” he said again, staring at it.
“What?” I asked sleepily as he continued to stare at my ass.
He shook his head. “You have the prettiest asshole I’ve ever seen.”
If all my blood hadn’t made its home in my clit earlier, I would’ve blushed. As it was, I said, “Um, thanks? I think? That’s not a compliment I ever expected to get.”
He kissed me again as he gently rubbed my arms and wrists, my legs and ankles, bringing them back to life and getting the circulation to get rid of the pins and needles. “Expect to get all the compliments,” he said, and then he was lifting me and carrying me into the bathroom.
After testing the water, he set me down in the shower. He sniffed the shower gel the Airbnb had left for us, shaking his head.
“That bad, huh?” I laughed.
“It doesn’t fucking smell like you,” he growled. “I don’t care if it’s made from gold, I only want to smell you when I fuck you.”
The flower in my heart unfurled even more, fully in bloom now.
“You sound jealous of a body wash,” I teased.
“I am,” he growled again. “I’m jealous of every fucking thing that touches you, even if its just soap that doesn’t smell right.”
His insistence on this, even when he was pissed off and growly, was too sweet.
“What do I smell like?”
He snorted. “Sunshine and sex and some flower I don’t know.”
“Freesia,” I shared helpfully, storing away “sunshine and sex” as three more lovely words he’d said to me.
He shrugged. “Freesia. I’ll remember that.”
And I knew he was telling the truth. As someone who was always forgotten, having someone remember not just me but the little details felt amazing.
It felt like love.
And when he bent me over in the shower and fucked me again, “just for me this time,” I held that thought close to my chest, the sweetest burn I’d ever felt.
After, he held me in bed, face to face, playing with my hair, lost in thought.
But I wanted to talk. So I nudged him.
“Why did you send me away after my parents’ funeral?” I asked.
He sighed. “How much do you know about my past?”
“Nothing,” I said, pushing at his shoulder. “You’re an annoyingly closed book.”
“Yeah, okay. See, I never knew my parents. My earliest memories are in foster care. I had no positive parental figures in my life…the closest I came was your dad when I was a teenager. So with no role models, I had no idea how to be a parent to you.” He rubbed his forehead.
“And just saying that makes me feel really gross, to be clear.”
“You aren’t my parent,” I reminded him gently. “You never even spent time with me during my formative years. But I want to know why.”
“Yeah.” He sighed again. “I really thought you’d be better off far away from a man like me.
I’d been violent when I was younger, used my fists first to protect myself and then as a fucked-up attempt at emotional regulation.
The idea of not being in control of that and then having a young kid to care for…
what if I screwed up? What if I hurt you?
I couldn’t risk it, so I sent you away. It didn’t occur to me that by abandoning you in your grief, I’d only hurt you more. ”
I shut my eyes, my heart squeezing in sympathy for this kind, gruff man who was so obsessed with doing the right thing that he always overshot.
“Coach—Blake—listen to me. You could never hurt me physically. All you’ve done since I came back into your life is protect me.
Maybe you didn’t always use the most ethical or legal means,” I teased.
“But you’ve looked out for me and kept me safe.
And it’s probably better that I hadn’t spent time with you back then, because otherwise we wouldn’t be here now. ”
He shook his head. “No, we’d still be here now.
I wouldn’t have noticed until you were grown, but there’s no alternative reality, no universe exists where I could see you as an adult and not want you as mine.
You’re it for me, Lucy, I hope you know that.
” He swallowed. “How the fuck we’re going to make this work, I have no idea, but we are. ”
“Oh, we are,” I told him. “Now that I have you, I’m not letting you go. You’re mine, Coach Samson, I hope you know that.”
“Oh?” he rumbled. “And what are you going to do with me, now that you have me?”
Love you, I thought, but didn’t say. I refused to be the one to say it first.
“Oh, I can think of a few things,” I teased. “That Vice still working?”
I slid my hand down his chest, his abs, reaching for his hard cock.
And then I slid down after it, taking him in my mouth, showing him how I felt with pleasure since I was too afraid to do it with words.
But when he finished in my mouth and called out my name like the holiest of prayers, I was almost positive he felt the same way, too.
Almost.