Chapter 12 Bates #2
Her lips open and close before her barely audible whisper slips out. “Take it. Take everything.”
A mix of a throaty laugh and a groan vibrate through my chest. “Oh, I will.”
Pushing myself up with my fisted hand, I walk along her bed, stopping at the end and facing her. Her needy body calls to me as my gaze runs up her legs and pliable thighs, all the way up to her manicured hands, locked to the headboard in cuffs.
I drop a knee onto the bed. “You have no idea how possessed I am by what I feel for you. No idea how long I’ve pictured having you tied up, imprisoned to my desires and completely at my mercy.”
I crawl up her body, caging her in with my legs. Peeking beneath her mask, I look for gaps between her pretty face and the blindfold, but I find none.
Gently, I ease my mask up, positioning it on the top of my head; the strap secured beneath the base of my skull. Finally, I can see her clearly.
It’s risky. Her blindfold could slip, and our game could come to an end. But that’s just another part of the adrenaline-fueled fun. I’ve gotten this far.
Flattening my palms on either side of her shoulders, I dip down, pressing my nose between her breasts. I inhale deeply, filling my lungs as full as they’ll go with her scent.
My body quivers, a shimmy running down my back as my eyes roll in my head. Unmasked, I can truly breathe her in for the first time. In passing at the rink doesn’t count—she’d never let me close enough for that.
Skimming up her décolletage, I slip the tip of my tongue out, dragging it across her skin until I kiss her collarbone.
Her arch deepens as I reach the base of her neck, pressing my lips against her and kissing gently … at first. I nip at her, and the whimper she makes flips a switch in my brain.
My body moves out of need and instinct.
My left hand slides beneath her neck, fisting her hair as my hunger becomes greedy and rough. My tongue flicks out with each kiss, tasting more and more of her as I work my way up to her ear, nibbling on the lobe.
The fingers of my right hand dance down her body. I palm her breast, kneading each one before trailing lower. My hand disappears between her legs.
Dripping for me, as expected.
“Mmm,” I groan.
Tugging the lace over, I glide my fingers across her, circling her entrance before easing two inside.
“Wait,” she says breathlessly, absolute need in her voice.
This is a part of her fantasy. She wants me to take from her, use her.
She wants to pretend for just a second that this is real.
That I broke in here just to fuck her. As far as she needs to be concerned, that’s exactly what I’m doing.
If anything’s too much, she can use her safe word, and I’ll stop immediately.
“You’re not calling the shots, baby. I am.” I sink my fingers deeper into her, and she gasps.
She clenches around me.
So fucking tight.
She flexes her hand and bunches the fabric up. “But—”
Suddenly hooking my fingers, I fuck her with them fast and rough before slamming to a halt. Her body rocks through the motions before she stops, her breathing still erratic and her cheeks colored a deep red.
“Do you not understand? You’re mine.”
Slowly and steadily, I move my fingers again. With every thrust, her breathing quickens.
Reaching up with my other hand, I cover her mouth, sealing her nostrils shut as I press my lips against the shell of her ear. “Every breath is mine. Every moan, whimper, and cry belong to me.”
Her back arches, but she doesn’t fight against my hand. A few seconds later, I lift it, and she sharply inhales.
“You breathe when I want you to breathe. You come when I command your body to break for me. Do you get it now, Little Cupid? Your heart, soul, and every single inch of you is mine.”
She wets her lips. The red lipstick is smeared across them. Her hair’s in tangles as her body falls apart from my touch. She’s never looked more attractive in my eyes. Messy. Helpless. Mine.
Swallowing hard, she bites down on a smile she’s struggling to fight. “Yes, I understand.”
I press my lips against her temple and kiss her hairline tenderly before sitting up, getting a better view to enjoy the show.
Flattening my thumb on her clit, I massage it as my fingers warm her up. “Good.”
My fingers quicken, the pace steady, and she coils up, the sensations building higher and higher.
“Holy shit,” she whimpers, the tops of her knuckles turning white.
“You don’t want me, huh?” Grabbing the knife, I press it against her neck, and it’s all it takes to ruin her.
Her face twists, contorting with uncontrollable pleasure. Her sounds are raw and unbridled, like no matter how quiet she wants to be, she can’t possibly contain them.
“See how good I am for you, baby?” I glide my fingers out of her, sucking them between my lips and savoring her delicious taste. “Mmm. So fucking sweet.” Shifting lower on the bed, I kiss my way down her body. “Roll over.”
She hesitates, probably nervous because of the cuffs. “O-okay.”
Wrapping her hands around the bar she’s cuffed to, she sits up, wiggling her ass back on the bed before turning and shifting to her knees, balancing her weight so she doesn’t tip forward, where her arms are pinned.
Inching forward, I wrap my hands around her hips, lift, and reposition her at the center of the bed, her arms stretched out in front of her. This position’s not comfortable, it’s not easy, but she’s trying, and fucking hell if that isn’t the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
Righting myself, I bite down on my bottom lip, readjusting the mask that’s begun slipping off the top of my head. Secured in place, I lift my palm up and swing down and through, smacking her ass. A deafening clap sounds through the room as she yipes.
Her words won’t portray her disapproval. I watch her movements, her body language—that’ll tell me everything I need to know right now.
The arch of her back deepens, her hips grazing my throbbing cock. But she doesn’t pull up; she pushes back more, desperate to feel it.
Swinging my arm across my body, I smack the other cheek. The handcuffs jingle as she fights with the restraints.
A breathy moan sings from her lips. “What are you going to do to me?”
In one swift movement, I grab the seam of her onesie, pull up, and pop the buttons, revealing her pussy to me. I don’t answer her. She’ll figure it out in three, two, one …
My tongue dives into her wetness, licking the length of her clit to her entrance. I don’t stop there. I continue higher, spreading her cheeks with my hand and licking up her second hole.
Her hips buck, but I hold her firmly. I repeat the same motion, this time circling my tongue on both holes.
Pushing her hips up, I take her clit between my lips, sucking softly before forcing my tongue into her core. I continue my assault as her moans softly fill the room, becoming more and more uncontrollable.
Her breathing quickens again, and right as she reaches the precipice of another orgasm, I pull away and force my pants and boxers down in one motion, freeing my erection.
“Wait—ugh,” she groans in disappointment as I deny her.
I wrap my hand around the shaft and slap it against her ass. She wiggles her hips, and I give her what she wants, doing it again.
Her role-play is slipping in and out, but I couldn’t give a fuck. She’s flawless, and however she acts is perfect to me.
Teasing her entrance with my tip, I drag it through her wetness, up and down. Over and over.
She’s panting, and it’s music to my ears, much like the vision before me.
My coach’s daughter is tied up in her own bed, seconds from begging me to fuck her, and I’ve never been happier.
The fantasy overtakes her again. “W-what are you doing?”
“Taking what’s mine.” It’s the only warning she gets before I push inside of her, thrusting my cock into the deepest parts of her, filling her to the hilt. “Fuuuck. I love stretching you open.”
“Oh-my-God,” she exhales breathlessly.
Lifting my hand, I smack her right cheek, then left, switching back and forth in quick succession as she adjusts to me.
Reaching forward, I slide my hand from the small of her back to the nape of her neck. I wrap her hair in my fist and tug her head back, but not enough to where her eyes could possibly catch a glimpse of my bare face if her blindfold shifts.
Her hands strain in the cuffs, her arms stretched out straight out in front of her.
“You’re so deep,” she whimpers.
“Right where I belong.”
Rocking my hips back, I ease out of her a few inches before driving back into her, and her pussy greedily takes me.
Something primal surfaces inside of me, and a growl tears through me as I rear back and pound into her. I’ve never felt so possessive, never so out of control as I lose myself in her.
Our skin claps together, over and over and over again, mixing with the constant metallic jingle. She clenches around me, but instead of falling down the rabbit hole, she fights her orgasm.
Oh, you want me to take everything? I’ll fucking take it.
Flattening my hand on the top of her ass, I spread my fingers out, my thumb finding the pulsing, clenched hole. Her body freezes, just for a second. After I apply some slight pressure and gently massage there, she relaxes again. But only for a breath.
Grinding my hips into her, I fuck her with abandon, my moans combining with hers. We’re a storm of sex, chaos, and desire, and with every thrust and burst of pleasure, we near the edge of oblivion.
“Please—oh God,” she cries out, getting closer and closer.
If she’s coming, I’m coming with her. It’s taken everything in me to last as long as I have. She’s my fucking kryptonite.
Releasing her hair, I grab the knife from the mattress, wrap my arm around her, and hold the blade to her neck. “Such a dirty little slut, taking me so deep, so rough.”
Her legs start shaking, vibrating against me.
“Give me your orgasm. Explode around me with my blade to your throat like the good fucking girl you are.”