CHAPTER 27 ROMAN
ROMAN
Iwake before my eyes open. There is a warm, wet heat on my cock as I groan.
The slow, deliberate movement pulls me from sleep like a hook beneath my ribs.
For a second, I think I am dreaming. It feels unreal, like the kind of dream that is too vivid and too warm to question.
Heat blooms low in my body, heavy from the haze of sleep and my senses dull at the edges.
My world is still distant, but there is a steady, insistent pull dragging me upward from the dark.
It is the kind of sensation that makes your body respond before your mind has formed a thought.
My breathing deepens unconsciously as my hand flexes in the sheet.
A tension coils in my stomach as my cock burns with need.
It is indulgent in that half-weak state where you don’t question reality, you just let it take you.
I almost let myself sink back into it. I almost let myself keep it as a dream.
And then she moans.
Awareness sharpens and the reminder I asked her to do this the night before sparks in my memory.
The weight of her body and the tremor of her hands pull me from the dream into reality.
I groan at the feel of her hot, wet mouth around me.
I hear her gag as she tries to take all of me and I shudder at the sound.
Jesus she’s good at that.
Sitting up on my elbows, I move the quilt so I can see her.
Fae is on all fours between my thighs, her arse lifted in the air, staring up at me with those big doe eyes filled with a desperation I haven’t seen before.
The lewd noises of her pleasuring me send a zing straight from my balls to my stomach, as my head falls back.
Taking a deep breath, I sit up fully, wrapping my hands around her unruly hair.
I forgot to dry it last night, so she looks even more feral and I love it.
She whimpers as I press her face harder down my shaft. I feel the back of her throat with the tip of my cock and it takes every ounce of restraint not to explode in her mouth. Fae’s eyes bulge as I cut off her oxygen, holding her firmly in place before relenting and letting her breathe.
As she pulls off, wide-eyed with both lust and lack of oxygen, she gulps in air before a sinful smirk pulls at her lips.
Before she can prepare, I push my cock back into her mouth and slam it deeper than before.
Fae squeaks and the sound just spurs me on.
I’m half tempted to turn her onto her back so I can see the bulge I know my cock will make as I deep-throat her, but I restrain.
Her eyes water. As she blinks, tears roll down her cheeks and the sight makes me moan.
“You’re a very naughty girl, Fae,” I groan and she simpers, moving her hand towards the junction of her thighs. Leaning over slightly, my cock pushes deeper into her throat as I lightly slap her arse. “I don’t think so, Tink. Hands where I can see them.”
She complies. Pulling her hands from beneath us, she places them on my thighs and starts to suck so hard I see stars.
I fuck her mouth with hard, vigorous pumps as she drools around my cock, making it even easier to slide in and out.
The sight is obscene. My stomach clenches and I grit my teeth to stave off my orgasm.
I’m so addicted to coming inside her that the thought of wasting my seed in her mouth is enough to make me pull her back completely. Fae leans back, breathless.
“Did I do something wrong, sir?” she asks with wide eyes and I scoff, leaning over to wipe the spit from her chin.
Her calling me sir during sex is more addictive than any drug I’ve ever had. It comes naturally to her, like the big, bad persona she has for everyone else crumples around me.
“You did everything right, little one. So much so I was going to bust a nut far too quickly.”
“That’s a bad thing?” She screws up her cute little nose and I nod, moving over her so she’s lying on her back.
“It is when I promised you my cum was only ever going in this tight little cunt of yours.”
I notch my dick at her entrance before her body goes rigid. I freeze, frowning down at her, pausing millimetres away from my heaven.
“What’s wrong?” I demand, breathing heavily to gain control.
“Erm, well…” she looks away, then back. Her shoulders go straight as I count to ten for both of us. “Can I fuck you, please, sir?”
“Isn’t that what we’re about to do?” I ask, genuinely confused and she shakes her head. Her hands roam over my arms and up to my shoulders as she gently squeezes.
“You fuck me. I don’t fuck you.”
She looks uncertain as she mutters that. It hits me then what today is.
Initiation.
Something I know she has been dreading for several reasons.
I kick myself for not realising sooner. Not only was she convinced she was going to be in the compound for the rest of her life, but she has seen this play out before.
She has been forced to bleed for the Company before.
It cannot be easy to face that again, not with everything we’ve learnt recently.
The thought that her sick fuck of a Father will be there and possibly the fat fuck Fisher, makes my head pound.
Swallowing it all down so I can be her safe space, I force a cheeky grin across my face. Bending down so my breath tickles the space between her neck and ear, I whisper,
“You want me flat on my back as you ride me?”
Fae’s whole body shivers and I bite down hard, making sure to leave teeth marks as she cries out and rubs her bare pussy onto my aching dick.
“Yes,” she whimpers, breathless.
“Yes what?” I growl as I pinch her pink nipple.
“Yes, sir, please!” she mewls.
“You want to be in control, little one? Hmm?” I grind my cock against her clit and entrance. Her cunt is dripping with arousal and my tip teases her as she nods and whimpers again.
“Tell me why,” I demand. My dick rubs her clit harder as her eyes roll back and her whole body convulses at the feel of it. “Go on, I want to hear it.”
“I’m feeling out of control over today,” she finally cries out.
I place both arms behind her and sweep us so my back hits the bed and she lands on top of me.
Her pussy drips over me, spreading across my thighs and stomach.
My muscles feel taut with the restraint of holding back.
She hasn’t sucked my dick before today and she has never ridden me.
I need too much control for either, but I know she needs this and I will spend as long as it takes proving that all she ever has to do is ask for what she wants. This is just the start.
“You feel out of control? Then take it back. I’ll give you whatever I can. You have my word.” I give her hips a gentle squeeze as my heart races and my palms begin to sweat.
Fae licks her lips as she looks down at me.
I expect her to sheath my cock inside her, but she leans forward and traces my tattoos with her fingers.
The softness against my skin sends goose pimples across my body.
The look in her eyes is less feral and more gentle now.
Her posture is looser and I can see her pulse beating hard against her neck.
I notice, with smug satisfaction, that our heartbeats match.
Taking it as a sign that we are meant for one another, I move my hips to position myself back at her entrance.
Fae slaps my chest and I freeze. My head whips up and she has a breathtaking smile across her face.
“Naughty boy,” she tries to admonish, but it’s hard to take her seriously with how cute she looks.
I lick my lips. I usually like a challenge, but I don’t think she realises how hard this is for me.
Most people think I got into bondage because I’m a kinky fucker, and whilst that is half true, it was mostly so women couldn’t touch me.
I’m a man. I have needs, my cock has needs, but it didn’t stop the feeling of ants crawling across my skin when their hands tried to roam over me.
With Fae, it’s not like that, but after tying people up I got a taste for it and I’ve never thought to allow free touch when it comes to us fucking.
Fae lifts herself by pressing one palm flat to my pec, the other grabbing my dick hard.
She drops onto my cock in one go and the instant feel of her warm, tight cunt engulfs me.
We moan in unison. Fae rises slightly, her eyes going to that blissed-out look I love as she drops back down, crushing my balls in the process.
Staying sheathed, she rolls her hips in a slow figure of eight as she looks down at me.
My hands have a mind of their own. Roaming over her soft skin, I reach for both breasts and push them together, flicking her nipples with my thumbs as I watch them pebble into diamonds.
“Fuck, Roman,” she groans, gyrating harder. Her clit presses against my pelvis and her pussy clenches around my shaft.
Grinding my teeth, I count in my head to try and calm the orgasm building inside me.
Her loud moans, wet pussy, and heavy breathing create the perfect symphony as sweat drips down my body while she throws her head back and digs her fingernails into my chest. For a moment, I realise everyone will see her marks on me tonight and I growl at the thought of her marking me.
My restraint snaps. Grabbing her hips, I lift her off my cock and pull her back down, hitting her cervix with the tip of my dick. I fuck up into her repeatedly as her tits bounce with every thrust. I lean forward and suck a nipple deep into my mouth.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants, chasing her orgasm and I bite her nipple hard, leaving another mark on her skin.
“Fuck, Roman,” she cries out. Her wet heat ripples around my leaking dick. I slap her thigh and she squeals.
“Not Roman,” I growl, slapping her thigh again before rubbing the sting away. “It’s sir to you when I’m inside this cunt.”
“Yes, sir,” she moans as her pussy flutters.