14. Daniel
Chapter fourteen
Daniel
PLEASE
I can't understand why I feel such a potent attraction to Becca. It goes against everything I thought I believed about her. I try to convince myself that I hate her, but as I tie her up and hear her call me sir, my body responds in ways that confuse me. How could this be happening? What the hell is wrong with me?
I step back and admire Becca, her body suspended from the machine. "Spread your legs," I command, and she complies without hesitation.
I can't help but think how incredible she looks at this moment. As I forcefully pull down her pants, her body spins and she faces the mirrored wall. Her reflection stares back at us, a picture of raw desire and submission.
I lean in close, my breath hot on her ear as I growl, "You're going to watch yourself come over and over again, until your throat is raw from screaming and all you can think of is my tongue between your legs."
My words send shivers down her spine as she feels the heat of desire pulsing through her body.
I kneel down and run my hands up the backs of Becca's trembling thighs. Her skin is soft and warm under my touch. I can see goosebumps forming as my fingers trace higher. When I reach the curve of her ass, I give it a firm squeeze, eliciting a gasp from her lips.
"Look at yourself," I command, nodding towards her reflection. "Look at how badly you want this, my dirty little slut.”
Becca's eyes meet mine in the mirror, filled with a mix of defiance and need. I hold her gaze as I slowly lean in and place a kiss on the inside of her thigh. She inhales sharply.
I trail kisses higher, savoring the taste of her skin, the way her muscles quiver beneath my lips. When I reach the junction of her thighs, I pause, my hot breath teasing her most sensitive areas.
Becca's breathing quickens, her chest heaving with anticipation. I can see the conflict in her eyes - the desire warring with her pride. But her body betrays her hips, canting forward slightly, seeking more contact.
"Beg for it," I growl, my lips brushing against her inner thigh.
She bites her lip, clearly struggling with herself. I wait patiently, my hands gripping her hips to keep her still. After a long moment, she breaks.
" Please ," she whispers, her voice barely audible.
"Louder," I demand. "I want to hear how badly you need this."
"Please!" she cries out, her resolve crumbling. "Please, I need your mouth on me. I need you to make me come. Please, Danny!"
A thrill runs through me at her words. I reward her by finally giving her what she craves, my tongue sliding between her folds in one long, slow lick.
Becca cries out, her body jerking in its restraints. I grip her hips tighter, holding her in place as I begin to devour her.
My tongue explores every inch of her, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention on her most sensitive spots. I suck her clit into my mouth, flicking it rapidly with my tongue as Becca writhes above me. Her moans of pleasure echo off the walls, spurring me on.
I glance up, watching her face in the mirror. Her eyes are squeezed shut; head thrown back in ecstasy.
"Open your eyes," I growl. “I told you to watch."
Becca's eyes flutter open, meeting mine in the reflection. The raw need I see there sends a jolt of electricity through my body. I redouble my efforts, determined to make her fall apart under my tongue.
I slide two fingers inside her, curling them to hit that perfect spot as I suck hard on her clit. Becca's thighs begin to tremble, her cries growing louder and more desperate. I can feel her getting close.
"That's it," I growl against her. "Come for me. Let me see how much you love this."
With a final swirl of my tongue, Becca shatters. Her back arches as she screams my name, her body convulsing in waves of pleasure. I don't let up, working her through her orgasm and pushing her towards another.
"Danny, I can't-" she gasps, but I ignore her protests.
"You can and you will," I command.
I continue my relentless assault on Becca's oversensitive flesh, determined to wring every last ounce of pleasure from her trembling body. Her second orgasm crashes over her even more intensely than the first, leaving her gasping and shaking in her restraints.
But I'm far from done with her. I rise to my feet, admiring the flush spreading across her chest and the dazed look in her eyes.
"We're just getting started," I growl, running my hands possessively down her sides.
I move behind her, pressing my body against hers. She can feel my hardness through my boxers, and a small whimper escapes her lips. I reach around to cup her breasts, rolling her nipples between my fingers as I grind against her ass.
"Tell me how much you want me inside you," I demand, my voice low and dangerous in her ear.
Becca's breath catches as she feels my hardness pressing against her. Her eyes lock onto mine in the mirror, a mix of desire and trepidation swirling in their depths. She licks her lips, struggling to find her voice.
"I... I want you," she finally manages, her words barely above a whisper.
"Not good enough," I growl, giving her nipple a sharp twist. She gasps, arching into my touch despite herself. "Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you."
Becca's cheeks flush with embarrassment, but the fire in her eyes tells me she's too far gone to resist. "I want you inside me," she breathes. "I want to feel you stretching me, filling me up. Please, Danny. I need you to fuck me ."
A primal growl rumbles in my chest at her words. I slide my cock between her legs.
“So fucking wet for me, baby. So ready for me to take whatever I want.”
I can't resist any longer. With one powerful thrust, I bury myself deep inside her. Becca cries out, her body tensing around me. I give her only a moment to adjust before I start to move, setting a punishing pace.
My hands grip her hips, bruisingly tight, as I pound into her. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the room, punctuated by Becca's gasps and moans. I watch our reflection, mesmerized by the sight of my cock disappearing into her over and over again.
"Look at yourself," I command, yanking her head back by her hair. "Look at how well you take my cock. You were made for this, weren't you? Made to be fucked senseless by me."
Becca's eyes flutter open, meeting mine in the mirror. The raw need I see there nearly undoes me.
Her lips part as she gasps out, "Yes... yes, I was made for you. Only you ."
Her words ignite something primal within me. I increase my pace, slamming into her with abandon. One hand snakes around to squeeze her delicate throat as I pound her relentlessly.
"That's right," I growl. "You're mine. Say it ."
"I'm yours!" Becca cries out, her voice breaking. "Oh god, Danny, I'm yours!"
I can feel her starting to tighten around me, her legs trembling as she nears the edge once again. I don't let up, determined to make her come undone.
"Come for me," I demand, my voice rough with exertion. "Come on, my cock like the good little slut you are."
My words push her over the brink. Becca screams my name out.
Her body convulses as her orgasm rips through her, muscles clenching around me in waves of pleasure. The intensity of her climax triggers my own release. With a guttural groan, I bury myself to the hilt inside her, my cock pulsing as I empty myself deep within her trembling body.
We stay like that for a long moment, both of us panting heavily as we come down from our shared high.
Slowly, I release my grip on her throat and hip, my hands gliding soothingly over her flushed skin. I place a gentle kiss on her shoulder, tasting the salt of her sweat.
As the aftershocks of her climax fade, I slow my thrusts but don't stop completely. Becca hangs limply in her restraints, her chest heaving as she struggles to catch her breath. I lean in close, my lips brushing the shell of her ear.
"You did so well," I murmur, my voice softer now. I reach up to release her wrists from the restraints, supporting her body as she sags against me.
I reach up and untie her, catching her in my arms as I turn her to face me.
But as she turns, I see her eyes are blaring red, a flood of tears rushing down her flushed cheeks.
Shit.
Shit, shit, shit. I went too far again.
“Becca…” I start to say, but she's already pulling up her sweatpants and running up the stairs.
A surge of anger courses through me as I slam my fist against the wall with all my strength, over and over again until blood spurts from my wounds and covers my face.
I race up the steps, knowing I need to stop the bleeding before it gets worse. But in my frenzied state, I stumble into the wrong room.
Becca jumps back, clutching her shirt to her chest. She's only wearing a bra, her eyes still red and swollen from crying.
“I'm so sorry. I thought…” I mumble, trying to apologize for my outburst.
But Becca cuts me off, shoving me into her bathroom and against the counter. “Sit down and shut up.”
She cleans my cuts in silence, the tension between us thick and heavy.
“I'm sorry if I-” I try to speak again, but Becca stops me with a fierce look.
“I told you to shut the fuck up.”
I grab her face in my hands, feeling guilty for making her cry once again. “I just wanted to apologize for taking things too far… again.”
Becca pulls away from me. “Stop apologizing. Please.”
Confused, I lean against the counter. “But I hurt you?”
She shrugs nonchalantly. “It's not what you think.”
If I didn't hurt her physically, then why was she crying?
Leaning closer to her, I can see the goosebumps form on her arms.
“So you're not hurt?”
She shakes her head. “No.”
“But you were crying…”
Becca thrusts my freshly bandaged hand towards me. “There. Your hand is clean now. Just make sure you clean up your mess before your parents get home.”
Without another word, she walks out of the bathroom, pulling her shirt on and heads towards the balcony.
As much as I want to chase after her and make things right, I know she's right. My parents would kill me if they saw the mess I made.
But as I scrub the blood off the gym floor, all I can think about is Becca and how I've once again let my anger get the best of me.
L ying in bed, my mind is still reeling from the intense encounter with Becca. I can't shake off the guilt and confusion about how rough I was with her. She was crying, but then she seemed to enjoy it? It's all so confusing.
Suddenly, there's a loud noise on the balcony and I jump out of bed to see what's going on. Through the window, I see Becca moving furniture around with a box under one arm, a joint between her fingers, and my lacrosse sweatshirt on.
Seeing my name on her ignites something in me. Despite everything, I can't help but feel a small sense of warmth as I watch her cursing under her breath.
Becca may appear tough on the outside, but deep down, she's just as complex and vulnerable as anyone else.
And despite my efforts to distance myself from her, she continues to chip away at my walls and make me question everything I thought I knew about her.
I cautiously open the door, trying not to startle Becca, who is already on edge. She jumps at the sound and turns to face me.
“Hey,” I murmur.
“Hello.”
I nod towards the box in her lap. "Who are the letters from?"
"None of your business," she snaps back, shutting down once again.
I take a seat next to her, snatching the joint in her hand. After taking a puff, I hand it back to her.
"Why can't you just tell me?"
Becca's eyes shoot daggers at me. "I don't want to talk about it."
"Was she that au pair who ghosted you?"
She turns to me, shoving me out of my chair with unexpected force.
"What the fuck, Becca?!" I exclaim, landing on the floor with a thud.
With a sneer on her face, she hisses at me. "I said don't talk about it. Don't ever fucking speak about her again."
Becca puts her hand out, and I take it, standing up. We both sit down once more, but this time there is a heavy silence lingering between us.
“I'm sorry...”
Becca sneers. “No, you're not. You always bring up the past and try to hurt me. Should I start talking about your dead sister?”
My fists clench in anger. “Enough, Becca.”
“Hypocrite.” Her tone is ice cold. “You don't want me to talk about your shit, yet you have no problem bringing up mine. How about we make a deal? You stay out of my business and I'll stay out of yours.”
I reluctantly agree through gritted teeth. “Fine, deal.”
The tension between us hangs thick in the air as we continue to sit in silence.
But then Becca's voice cuts through. “We need to work on the project.”
I huff, still seething with anger. “Right now?”
She stands up, determined. “Why not? We're both awake.”
I let out a defeated sigh, knowing she's right. “Fine.”
Together, we head into her bedroom, but the atmosphere is charged with animosity and resentment.
My gaze sweeps over Becca's neatly organized bed, taking in the array of color-coded notes, her precise handwriting scrawled across them. Ideas and pictures are carefully laid out alongside a map of her hard work and determination. I can't help but be impressed.
"Wow," I manage to say, my heart racing as she smiles at me. I shake my head, trying to focus on the task at hand.
Stop staring at her, Danny. Stop thinking about the way she tastes...
Becca snaps her fingers in front of my face. "Earth to Danny."
I snap back to reality, feeling a little embarrassed.
"Yeah, sorry. Just a lot to take in." I point to the pile labeled "Farmers." "Let's start here. What are your ideas?"
Her smile widens as she explains, "We simply ask. We'll email, call, or even visit these farmers if we have to. We'll see if they want to participate and accept any donations they're willing to make."
Nodding along, I add, "I'm sure we could also secure some grants for them."
"Exactly! And we could also reach out to local businesses for sponsorships."
“Perfect. We can have the woodworking classes create long farmhouse tables for our events and workshops.”
Becca's enthusiasm is infectious as she carefully jots down all our ideas in her notebook.
“Yes! So many possibilities for workshops, events, classes, and more. We should also reach out to homeschooling groups - they could greatly benefit from our resources.”
“That's a great idea. And don't forget about the food banks. Our fresh produce can make a real difference in the lives of local people in need.”
As Becca continues to jot down notes, I can’t help but wonder about the future of our project.
“Who will run this place when we're off at college?”
Becca's expression turns thoughtful and uncertain. “Oh... I guess I hadn't really thought about that.”
“Well, what are your plans after high school?”
Becca fidgets nervously, suddenly seeming unsure of herself. “I... well, I suppose I didn't have much of a plan.”
I’m surprised by her admission. “No college?”
Her face flushes with embarrassment as she looks away. “No,” she mumbled quietly. “What about you?”
I nod confidently. “Heading to California for school - Stanford University.”
Becca's eyes widen in surprise. “Wow. What are you going for?”
“Bioengineering.”
Becca whistles softly. “That's amazing.”
“I want to help people. Specifically, I want to research ways to combat addiction and aid those struggling with it...I could help people like my sister.”
Becca smiles. "That's... that's really sweet, Danny."
My heart races and my palms begin to sweat as I try to hold her gaze.
Why does she do this to me? Fuck….
The air in Becca's room is thick with tension, and the silence is deafening. We both know what we want, but neither of us knows how to act on it.
I can see the storm raging behind Becca's eyes as she bites down on her bottom lip, a habit that drives me wild. I lean in to kiss her, unable to resist any longer, but at the last second I pull back, clearing my throat awkwardly.
"I-I should probably go to bed," I stutter, feeling like I've said too much already.
Becca nods furiously, her body practically vibrating with pent-up desire. "Yeah, yeah, that's a good idea," she agrees hastily.
"Right, well... goodnight." I quickly make my escape, practically running down the hallway until I reach my room. Collapsing onto my bed, I curse myself for getting so personal with Becca.
We've shared intimate moments before, but this was different. This was emotional and raw and it's throwing me off balance.
Images flash through my mind - having her tied up and so open for me, taking care of Becca when she was drunk and seeing that raw side of her, or even Becca cleaning my wounds. It's confusing and overwhelming and I can't wrap my head around it.
I'm not used to letting people in like this. Normally I keep girls at arm's length, never getting too attached or invested.
But with Becca... I've let her get under my skin in ways I never thought possible. And now I can't help but crave her in every form, even if it's driving me insane.
What am I going to do now?