Chapter 10
Gods, she tastes like a fucking dream.
Her fingers still tight in my hair, she pulled me back, my cock twitching with the pain. I didn’t know what was happening. I’d shot and killed people for less disrespect, yet here I was, loving every moment of hers. What the hell was wrong with me?
“Took you seven minutes.”
I huffed at her, making a show of frustration. She’d enjoyed every second of it. The sweet little moans and the tightening of her grip, her nails on my scalp . . . Gods, she’d loved me eating her cunt just as much as I had. “I know the magic my tongue holds, but my cock has so much more.”
I was desperate to be buried inside of her. I needed to fuck her hard and fast. I needed to reassert my dominance.
“Your pencil, micro dick?”
This arrogant bitch. In a bout of defiance to the game we were playing, I pulled her down, her knees crashing to the floor, as I took her hand and pressed it over my hard cock. “That feel like a micro dick?”
I knew I was well-endowed. There were plenty of men who would boast about it, but I’d never felt the need to. I’d been in enough locker rooms to know that I was above average size. There was a slight widening of her eyes as her hand curved around me, but her other pushed me to lie down.
“Get your pants off now.” I blinked in surprise at the demand. I gave those orders, not the other way around. “Don’t make me ask you twice, Pretty Boy.”
Unbuttoning my slacks and sliding the zipper down, I held her commanding stare as I slipped them off and dropped them on the floor beside us.
I left my boxers on, which were highly tented at the moment, which did not hide the way my cock twitched at her attention.
Glaring at me, she hissed through her teeth. “Boxers.”
My thumbs slipped under the elastic, and I slowly lowered them, letting my cock pull on the fabric. Her gaze lowered down my body, and while she might have been tapping her foot and crossing her arms impatiently, there was no missing the hunger in her eyes. Now I’ve got her.
When the fabric relented and I slipped my boxers off, tossing them to the side, she bent over and grabbed my balls, squeezing hard. “These are mine. Do you understand? Until after the party, these balls are mine. I’ll put them in a fucking cage if I have to. Is that understood?”
My cock twitched against her fingers, and I blinked in surprise. What the hell? In a last chance at defiance, I said, “I’ll fuck who I want, when I want. You don’t own me.”
Her hand tightened, her nails digging into the soft skin.
It sent alternating waves of pain and pleasure through me, though, a whimper of that pleasure slipping from me.
When I lifted my gaze to hers, she had a smirk on her face.
“You can eat out or have whoever you want fuck your ass, but your balls and cock are mine. After the event, I’ll decide whether I will give them back. ”
The absolute gall of this woman. She spat on my balls as one of her fingers slid down along the smooth skin underneath them, and when it reached my ass, I couldn’t, nor did I even want, to fight her when she pressed in and moved in and out slowly.
Holy shit, that feels amazing!
She pulled on my balls with each thrust of her finger into my ass. Tipping my head back, I closed my eyes and savored the feeling. “Fuck.”
I was so lost in ecstasy as her finger moved deeper into me.
“That’s my good little boy. You love this, don’t you?
Love that a woman you despise controls you.
Gives you this kind of . . .” Her finger curled within me, and I about lost my load right then and there.
“Pleasure.” Then she was digging the nails of her other hand into my balls with another curl of her finger.
“Fuck yes, ma’am. Please let me cum.”
Seriously, what in the hell was wrong with me?
I’d never let a woman have control over me like this.
I’d always been the one to determine the outcome of everything, in and out of the bedroom.
What had this bitch done to me? What was it about this fucking cunt that had me begging her to let me have a release?
Her hand around my balls stopped moving, and her nails retreated from the soft skin, but that finger in my ass .
. . She curled and pressed against something that had my back arching and a whimpered groan coming from me as I held onto the restraint to not let the largest load I’d ever released fly from me.
“Not on your life. You do not get to cum until you’ve fucked my pussy.” With a softness that contradicted everything that had previously occurred, she retreated from me, stood, and went to the desk. “Don’t move, and catch your breath, fucker. You’re going to need it.”
I lay there, my chest heaving as I stared at the ceiling. After a moment, I reached down to stroke my cock, but before my fingers got there, her voice came out as growl.
“You touch yourself, I’ll walk out of here, and while you may be able to cum, I can guarantee that it won’t satisfy you.
” I opened my eyes to see her standing above me, possessiveness and determination bearing down in those eyes until I moved my hand back to my side.
Only then was I rewarded with a half-smirk.
Part of me, the part I currently despised, wanted to do nothing more than earn a true, full smile from her.
When I dug my fingers into the carpet, her bare foot lifted and covered my cock, pressing down.
I moaned as pain and pleasure molded into one.
With my head thrown back, a groan escaped my lips, and my hips lifted to grind against her foot as she smirked down at me.
As I ground against her, my dick pulsed as the soft skin of her foot slid over me, bringing me closer to orgasm.
As if she knew, her foot lifted, and she straddled my lap.
Laying her hands on the sides of my stomach, she slid her pussy against my cock before she stopped and lined me up at her entrance.
Her eyes met mine, and I saw the hate and lust there.
A smirk crossed her lips before she slammed down, impaling herself.
Her head tossed back, and her mouth went wide as she groaned.
“Fuck.” She rolled her hips, her nails digging into my sides.
“Who would have thought your cock would hurt so good like this?” I couldn’t help but smile at the compliment, to know that I was the one to give this whore pleasure.
Unable to hold back, I lifted my hips. Her nails dug deeper as she muttered, “Fuck me, asshole. Fucking hurt me.”
“Can I touch you?”
“If you must.”
I ran my hands up her thighs, hating how good her smooth skin felt before wrapping my hands in the firm flesh of her ass.
Lifting her, I thrust back into her over and over again.
I couldn’t help but lick my lips as her tits bounced with every connection.
My mouth watered from wanting them in my mouth.
Her cunt squeezed around my cock, and it wasn’t long before she moved her hands and scraped her nails down my chest.
Make me bleed.
I loved to inflict pain but had never given any thought to how it would feel to be on the receiving end while fucking.
To have her pussy tight and slick around my cock while being whipped with a crop or flogged.
This woman. My attention went to her face, and there was a wave of raw possessiveness that went through me that scared me.
“Suck on my tits.” She leaned forward, almost smothering me with them. My tongue instantly found a perky nipple, and when I felt her quiver around me again, I gripped her ass tight as I pounded fervently and bit down.
“Yes. Fuck yes, you piece of shit. Fuck me. Suck my tit like the baby you are.” Elin’s hips met each of my thrusts, hard. “Fucking mark my tits.”
Without hesitation, I let her nipple go, switched to the other, and bit down on the inner fleshy part, mumbling, “As you wish, ma’am.”
I dragged my teeth across the skin and then repeated the motion on the other side to match. Marking her twice more, I took her nipple back into my mouth and sucked hard, which earned me a deep groan as her pussy tightened around me even more.
That’s right. Call me a micro dick now.
Her moans and the sound of our skin slapping together were feeding my lust, but when her nails dug into my shoulders, I swore I felt warm liquid roll down, but I didn’t give two shits.
Fuck, I was going to fill her fucking pussy full too quickly if I didn’t find a way to hold myself off.
Elin pounded back into me just as hard as I did her, as she squeezed around me in smaller orgasms. I reached between us and flicked her clit a few times, and she groaned, grinding against me.
As she fell into the pleasure ripping through her body, she screamed, “I hate you, you fucking asshole!”
I know you do, but I still made you cum.
When she finally came down, she looked down at me, continuing to ride me hard. “Do you deserve to cum, Gavriel? Do you feel like you’ve done enough to earn that release?”
“Only you can tell me.” I was holding on for dear life now, and when she looked back in my eyes, I knew she could see the pleading there. I couldn’t even hold any hate for her right now. This woman had me in a figurative chokehold, and I didn’t know how we had gotten here, but fuck.
Elin’s hips moved with mine, and her pussy was repeatedly filled with my cock. “Cum with me this time.”
I redoubled my efforts, and it took only a minute for her to throw her head back, screaming in pleasure again, and finally I let myself go. “Fuck yeah, bitch. Take all my cum.”
Elin collapsed on my chest, and I simply wrapped my arms around her, wanting to keep her close.
Nothing about what had happened in this room today was normal.
Nothing had been expected. Nothing had been what should have happened.
Fucking the snot-nosed bitch of a daughter of my old partner and best friend had not been something I’d thought I would do.
Let alone let her degrade and dominate me like she had.
What was worse, I’d loved every fucking second of it.
That was some of the best sex I’d ever had.
My hand moved absently up and down her spine, and a content hum came from her, bringing a small smile to my face.
When her breathing slowed, she rose up, stood, and got dressed.
Without a word, I followed suit. When I was done, I leaned against the wall for a moment, watching her slip her jeans over her perfect ass.
She hadn’t said anything, but I noticed her eyes were distant, as though she were processing everything that had happened.
As she slipped her boots back on, Elin took a deep breath, looked over her shoulder, and smiled slightly. “Not bad for a pompous fuckhead.”
I couldn’t help the smirk on my face. I could still taste her on my lips, and as much as I hated to admit it, I would taste her anytime she demanded it, in front of anyone, including my father.
What in the fuck is wrong with me? In this moment, I didn’t care.
“Have Kyle Montrose here at ten a.m. for us to walk through the property and discuss everything with him. If you can be passionate about this place and continue to take instructions like a good boy, then we have a chance of being able to work together.”
“Yes, ma’am.” The words slipped easily from my lips, and I wasn’t sure what to make of it.
As she sat down at the desk again, she lifted the screen to the laptop and went back to looking through the files.
I cleared my throat, and she chuckled as her gaze met mine.
While I knew that she still hated me on some level, there was a touch of confusion at the way she was looking back at me.
She sat up straighter. “Remember, your balls and cock are mine. If I find that you have allowed anyone else to touch them, I’ll put you in a chastity device.
” She paused, and a wicked grin appeared on her face.
“No. There will be one on your desk before tomorrow’s meeting.
I expect you to have it on and to send me a photo of it before we meet with Kyle. Now, get the fuck out of my office.”
When I stepped into the hall, I leaned against the opposite wall, feeling the music thumping in the plaster against my back as I stared back at her door.
Why was that some of the hottest sex I’d ever had?
Why did I want to go back in there and sit on my knees beside her chair for hours and wait for her next instruction?
Why did I not care that I was giving power to this woman?
In this business, that could be a call for death, but here I was, a part of me wanting to ruin her, but part of me also loving every second of her controlling me.
There were a few things I knew for sure. I hated her for making me want her. I hated her for loving the way she degraded me. Ultimately, though, I was going to make her mine . . . or I would irrevocably be hers, forever.