Chapter 25 #2
I kept two fingers buried deep, finger fucking her hard while my other hand rested on her hip so my thumb could press into the scrape. I leaned down and pressed my chest against her back, my mouth right at her ear.
“You think you’re failing,” I gritted out, my voice rough. “You think because you’re crying, because you’re scared, that you’re not doing this right.”
She sobbed, a hitching breath that shuddered throughout her whole body.
“Listen to me,” I commanded, biting down on the crook of her neck, just enough to sting but not actually hurt. “If you just opened your legs and took it like a good little whore, I’d be bored out of my mind.”
I pulled my fingers out slowly, letting them drag, then slammed them back in. She screamed, her head falling forward.
“I don’t want easy, Annie. I’ve had easy. I’ve had women who see the mask and the suit and get wet because they want to fuck a Villain. They’re predictable. They’re useless to me.”
I slapped her again, hard, right on the sensitive crease where her ass met her thigh.
“I want this,” I growled. “I want you fighting it. I want you terrified and wet at the same time. I want you hating how good it feels.”
I felt the change in her instantly. The tension in her shoulders shifted. She needed to know she was performing to standard. God, she was such a Keeper. Even here, bent over and breaking, she needed a performance review.
“You’re perfect like this,” I told her. “Broken. Messy. Mine.”
I withdrew my hand. My fingers were coated in her, shining in the red light. I held them in front of her face so she could see the evidence of her own desire.
“Look at that. That’s you. That’s what I wring out of you when you stop thinking.”
I wiped my hand on her lower back, marking her skin with her own scent.
Her whole body was humming with a frequency that screamed overload. She was at her limit, teetering on the edge of a panic attack or a complete shutdown, and she wouldn’t say a damn word. She’d bite her tongue until it bled before she admitted she couldn’t take anymore.
I wasn’t going to wait for her to break the wrong way.
I stepped back, my hands going to my belt. I shoved my jeans and boxers down, kicking them aside. The relief to my cock was immediate, but the hunger was worse. I wanted to be inside her. I wanted to bury myself in that heat and forget everything but her.
But I had promised her a lesson. And I was feeling generous.
“You were looking at the wall earlier,” I said, stepping back into her line of sight. “Curious about the inventory.”
“Yes.” Her voice was hoarse from screaming.
“Do you want to feel it? Just once?”
She hesitated, her knuckles white where she gripped the bench, then gave a jerky nod.
“I need to hear it. Use your words, Annie. Tell me what you want.”
“The crop,” she gasped. “Please. Let me feel the crop.”
I took down the riding crop, testing its weight in my hand. It was flexible, the leather tip broad enough to sting without cutting. I walked back to her and dragged the tip along her spine. She flinched, her muscles seizing tight under the light touch.
I traced the leather over the curve of her waist and let it rest against the side of her thigh. She was waiting for the strike, her breath held, her body coiled tight.
“Relax,” I ordered, moving behind her.
I positioned myself, lining my hips up with hers. I was going to make this seamless. Pain, then pleasure. Shock, then fullness.
“Spread your legs a little wider.” She obeyed, the cuffs clinking as she adjusted.
I raised my arm and snapped my wrist. The leather bit into the fleshy part of her ass, right over the redness my hands had already left.
She made a sharp, shocked sound, her hips jerking forward.
I didn’t give her a second to recover. I dropped the crop to the floor and stepped in, my hand immediately covering the stinging mark, rubbing it firmly as I drove my hips forward.
I sank into her in one long thrust.
She screamed again, but the sound changed halfway through, morphing from pain into a shattered moan as I filled her. She was so fucking tight, clamping down on me like a vice, the shock of the strike making her pussy spasm around my cock.
“That’s it,” I growled, grabbing her hips to hold her in place.
I wanted to pound into her. The animal part of my brain was screaming at me to fuck her hard, to use her like the object she was currently presenting herself as. But I forced myself to slow down. I rolled my hips, grinding against her.
“Feel that? Forget the pain. Focus on my cock.”
She sobbed, pushing back against me, trying to take me deeper.
I collapsed my weight forward, abandoning the leverage of my hips for the intimacy of total contact. I needed to be the only thing she could feel, inside and out.
I wrapped my arms around her, my hands splaying over her stomach, locking her against me.
The position restricted me, cutting down the length of my stroke, but I didn’t give a damn.
I didn’t need distance. I needed depth. I needed to grind into her, to twist my hips and scour every inch of her cunt until she was sobbing my name.
“Fuck,” I breathed against her neck, the word torn out of me. Every time she gasped, her muscles clamped down on me, a wet, desperate fist trying to milk me.
I buried my face in the curve of her shoulder, biting down on the tender muscle. She whined and it was music to my ears.
“You feel that?” I rolled my hips. “You feel how you’re swallowing me whole?”
She nodded frantically, her head tossing back against my shoulder. Her sweat tasted like salt and fear and something much more addictive. Surrender.
My control was crumbling, turned to dust by the feel of her body against mine. I wasn’t anything but a man starving for the woman he’d been obsessed with for months, years, taking what he finally, finally had.
I could feel myself coming closer to the edge of orgasm with every shallow thrust. The urge to just let go, to pour myself into her without a second thought, was overwhelming. But even now, in the haze of lust, I needed to make her participate in her own ruin.
I slowed the rhythm and her hips bucked in protest. I kept my cock buried, letting her feel exactly how hard I was, how ready I was to break.
I moved my hand down, sliding between her legs to find her clit, slick and swollen. She cried out, her hips jerking, but I held her fast.
“I’m going to come.” I dragged my thumb over her clit, feeling her shudder. “But you have to tell me where.”
I pulled my hips back an inch, then slammed forward, a short, brutal check to remind her who was in charge.
“Tell me, Annie,” I demanded, biting her earlobe. “Do you want me to fill you up? Do you want to keep it inside? Or,” I whispered, sliding my hand to cup the red-marked curve of her ass, “do you want me to pull out and paint this beautiful ass? Do you want to wear it?”
I ground into her again, merciless. “Inside your cunt or on your skin? Choose.”
“Don’t,” she choked out. Her head thrashed against my shoulder, her body straining against the cuffs as if she could leverage herself closer to me, even though I was already buried to the hilt. “Don’t pull out. Please—“
Desperation looked good on her.
“Please what?” I growled, holding myself still and denying her. My own body was screaming at me to move, my cock throbbing with a pressure that demanded release, but I needed to hear her beg. I needed her to verbalize her own corruption. “Finish the sentence, Annie. Tell me exactly what you need.”
“Inside,” she sobbed, her hips bucking, trying to force me to move. “Come inside me. Don’t stop. Just don’t stop.”
I pulled back and slammed my hips forward, bottoming out deep inside her. She screamed and her cunt clamped down on me as I stopped holding back and fucked her hard.
I reached down between her legs, to find her clit again, just waiting to be tormented.
The effect was instantaneous. Her back arched so violently I thought she might actually snap the leather restraints.
“That’s it.” I watched the way her skin flushed, the sweat beading along her spine.
She was unraveling fast. I could feel the tension ratcheting up in her muscles, the way her breathing turned into jagged, panic-stricken gasps. She was close to the edge, terrified of falling and desperate to jump.
“Cipher,” she pleaded, her voice broken. “Please, I can’t—it’s too much—“
“You can take it,” I said, driving into her harder, faster. “You’ll take everything I give you.”
I felt the first spasm hit her. A ripple that started deep inside her pussy and radiated outward. She screamed my name, her head thrown back.
The sensation of her internal muscles squeezing me, rippling over my cock, snapped the last thread of my control. I buried myself as deep as I could go and poured myself into her.
When her aftershocks were over, I pulled out slowly, letting her pussy drag along every inch of my length. Annie made a sound of protest at the emptiness, and her internal muscles gave one last, weak spasm against the tip of my cock before I was free.
I stood there for a second, breathing hard. My dick was still rock hard, twitching with a need that one round hadn’t even begun to satisfy. But I was playing the long game and she was only human.
“Stay still,” I ordered.
She didn’t move immediately after I released her.
She just lay there, draped over the leather, her breathing jagged.
Her ass was a canvas of bright crimson handprints.
I hadn’t held back. I’d modulated the force, sure, if I’d hit her with my full capability, I would have shattered her pelvis, but I’d hit her hard enough to leave a mark that would last for days.
I wanted her to feel that sting every time she sat down.
I wanted her to think of me every time she shifted.
“Up,” I said, gripping her arm.
She tried. She really did. She pushed herself up but the moment her legs tried to take her weight, her knees buckled.