Chapter 21 #2
Smashing my mouth down onto hers, I silenced her by sliding my tongue into her mouth. For a second, Daisy was rigid against me, and then with a sigh, she wrapped her arms around my neck, thrusting her breasts into my hands, and moaned.
It was like music to my ears. Walking her backwards, I kicked the door shut behind us. The sound made her jump.
"Ilya, no."
One second she was pressed against my chest, and the next I had her spun around. My hand closed around her slender throat as I dragged her against me.
"Yes, Daisy. You can lie to yourself." Sliding my hand down her front, I popped the button of her jeans and let my hand dive down further. Pushing past her underwear, I coated my fingers in her wetness. "But you can never lie to me."
Before she could open her beautiful mouth and tell me she wasn’t, I thrust those fingers between her lips as far as they would go, making her gag on them.
"Taste how wet I make you, Daisy."
I expected her to fight against me. Instead, she closed her lips around the two fingers and sucked. Another groan escaped my lips; my cock throbbed to life, pressing against the groove of her delectable ass.
Had I ever wanted a woman as much as I wanted this one? Had I ever loved one?
I pushed the thought away even when I knew it was true. I did love her, and that’s why she had to pay.
"Greedy." My fingers flexed around her throat, cutting off her oxygen, but only for a few seconds. "Greedy little—"
Keeping my hand around her throat, I walked her forward. "Taking what’s mine." Roughly, I pushed her down onto the bed. Pushing her breasts and face into the mattress, I tore her jeans down her legs, kicking them apart.
I should take her like this. Hard and rough. I should punish her with my cock. She deserved that much.
Hell, she would welcome it.
But tonight was the last night I could ever touch her, and I wanted to.
Falling to my knees, I dragged her pink, swollen pussy towards my mouth. I dived deep with my tongue. Spearing her with it over and over again.
"Ilya." Under me, Daisy writhed.
Part of me wanted to tell her to be quiet. But I didn’t want that. Not really. I wanted her to scream my name so loudly that the whole city heard who was making her cum.
"I fucking hate you so much." I flicked my tongue against the little bundle of nerves. "I hate you, but I can’t stay away from you."
I wasn’t even trying to stay away from her anymore. I parted her further. My tongue probed against her dark hole even as my fingers slid inside of her.
She clamped around me, so tight, so wet, that I almost came in my pants.
"And you love it, don’t you?" I fucked her with my fingers, curling them inside of her.
And it still wasn’t enough. Grumbling, I tossed her onto her back. Throwing her knees over my shoulders, I buried my face back into her.
Kissing her pussy, with lips, tongue, and teeth like I wanted to kiss her mouth as I sank into her.
"You love it." Reaching out, I tore her tank top down to bare her breasts to me, tweaking and pinching both of her nipples until I knew I had merged the line between pleasure and pain.
Daisy's back arched, and the moan that tipped her head back onto the mattress was ragged. "Ilya."
I pinched at her nipple harder, drawing it upwards. "That’s it, Daisy. Beg me."
Fuck, I was losing myself in this woman. I had been since the moment I had met her. If only I were engaged to Daisy.
No. I snapped back to myself.
"You love being my little whore." I let go of her nipple, and she hissed as the blood rushed back to it.
"My greedy little—" Up the length of her body, my eyes clashed with hers.
Daisy's were glassy with need. Mine probably were as well.
"Is this what you want?" I demanded. "You want me to fill your greedy pussy up? "
Not waiting for a reply, I forced a third finger up inside of her, stretching her around me. And the sight of her taking me almost made me come undone.
The way she moved against me, meeting every thrust of my fingers with her body.
"This is what you are hungry for, isn’t it?" I asked with a growl. "This is all you're good for, isn’t it?" Again I reached up to close my hand around her throat. And this time I did squeeze. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. A sure sign that she was close.
I needed to see her cum.
Just one last time.
"You’re just a greedy pussy. Not wife material." In and out I thrust my fingers. Each thrust made the most delicious wet sounds as my fingers made contact with her body. "Not good enough to be anyone important." I lied, my eyes glued to her face.
Fuck, why did she have to look like that? So beautiful even when I was saying the most ugly things to her?
"A broodmare, and a wet, warm hole." Loosening my grip on her throat suddenly, I tore down my zipper. Fisting my cock in time with the fingers inside her body.
"You’re a hate fuck and—"
Her back arched off the bed, her head thrashing back and forth as she screamed.
I kept working her body, teasing the last of her orgasm out of her, fisting my cock hard at the same time.
I glanced down the length of her body one last time.
Her breasts heaving over the tank top, the way her pink pussy seemed to eat up my fingers.
Finally, my eyes landed on her face.
"You'll never be good enough to be my wife, Daisy." I came in a thick, hot splurt. Thick, ropey white cum hit her breasts and the bottom half of her face.
"I am going to marry a woman a million times better than you are," I ended with a groan. Chest heaving, I stared at her face.
Her beautiful face with her tear-filled eyes. She had heard everything I had said.
Good.
"We are going to have a dozen children. And you.
" Slithering up her body, I rubbed my cum into her lips, forcing my fingers into her mouth.
"You are going to watch me be happy. There’s never going to be another man for you, Daisy.
" I worked my cum-filled fingers against her tongue, forcing her to taste me. "I’ll kill anyone in your life."
A single tear slipped down her cheek. And it broke me.
Yanking my hand back, I stuffed myself back into my pants and stood over her.
"Ilya, you can’t mean that."
Fists on either side of her head, I brushed my lips over her mouth. Tenderly, I wanted my next words to hurt. "I mean it all, Daisy. Every single word." The words kept coming even though I didn’t mean a single one of them. Not really.
"Clean yourself up. And get yourself food. My guests will be here soon, and you," I dragged my knuckle down her trembling cheek, "will stay in here until the morning. Is that understood?"
She nodded her head just once, and I straightened. "Good girl, Daisy, because believe me, this is only the beginning of your punishment."
I walked away, zipping up my pants as I went, but I couldn’t help but bring my fingers to my lips. So I could taste her.
This was all a punishment for what she had put me through six years ago.
So why did it feel like I was the one being punished?