Nineteen
Lukas
Ican’t resist her.
Not like this. Not when she’s naked, pinned down, and aroused.
Hell, I can’t resist her when she’s dressed and calling me names.
She turns her head, watching me over her arm. “What are you going to do to me?”
“Everything,” I reply. It’s the truth.
Her eyes widen, green and captivating. Her breath stutters. Her cheeks tinge with the blush I’ve only seen a few times, usually when she’s moments from orgasming.
This time it’s different. This isn’t just lust. Can it be… interest?
Too much to hope.
“Are you going to do as you’re told?” I ask, testing her. “Are you going to be a good girl?”
She comes right back at me, as usual, response as sharp as ever. “Why bother being good when you’re going to punish me anyway?”
She deliberately takes a hand off the bars, scratching her nose while maintaining eye contact, then puts it back where it was.
I almost smile. She brings that out of me, and I haven’t smiled since Juliette became… I haven’t smiled in months. Years. Since before she died. Since before she was always ill, rarely lucid.
Amelia reminds me of her in some ways, yet they’re so different in others. Juliette would never have spoken to me like that.
But my marriage to Juliette was one of convenience. Any love was earned over time, and platonic. My Little Stray is the opposite. The chemistry between us? It… zings.
I know she feels it. It’s apparent in how she responds to me, even when she’s arguing every step of the way.
I climb off the bed and remove my clothes. “Why do you push?”
She turns her head to run her gaze over my chest and stomach, the tip of her tongue dabbing subconsciously at her lower lip. That’s so fucking hot.
“Why do you think?” she retorts sarcastically.
My reply is serious. “Because you want to deny I affect you as much as you affect me.” I kick off my shoes and unzip my pants. “But I was asking you.”
She regards me as I strip naked, her brow furrowing as she considers her response. “Because… I… because… you’ve…” She scowls at me, eyes flicking down to my groin and back to my face. “Because you’re a dick.”
All the things she started to say, then backed off. It intrigues me.
I’m on her in a moment, my hand once more gripping the back of her neck. She must’ve known I would. She expects it. She wants it. Why else would she talk to me like that?
“Say that again. Find out what happens when you do.”
She lets out a squeak, like she’s afraid, but I know she’s not. Not truly. She’s too strong. Her pulse is racing beneath my fingers, her breathing coming shallow and fast. Her knuckles are white where she grips the headboard.
I love seeing the flicker of uncertainty in her eyes. The way she bites at her lip, the arousal she can’t hide. It’s intoxicating. “Are you done calling me names?”
“…Yes…” The word comes out high and sharp.
We both know it’s a lie. That’s part of the game.
The truth is, she likes provoking me. Is that anticipation? Fear? The desire for the loss of control?
Maybe it’s simpler. Maybe she just wants to test me, to see what I’ll do.
I give her a little affectionate shake then release her, turning away, walking into the bathroom. There’s a flicker of surprise she can’t quite hide, confusion that I didn’t simply spank that tight, luscious ass some more.
Maybe she wanted her pussy spanked. She couldn’t bring herself to ask for it, so instead, she calls me a dick.
I almost laugh.
There are plenty of options on the shelves. A scented body lotion. A decent-quality moisturizer. Bath oil, but that might irritate. Then I notice a bottle of coconut oil for her hair, open and more than half full.
Perfect.
When I walk back in, she hasn’t moved. She’ll call it obedience, or maybe prudence. I call it desire.
I set the bottle on the nightstand, beside the tub of Ben & Jerry’s. It’s sitting in a pool of melting ice, and I move it to the floor, brushing the water off before it leaves too much of a mark.
Amelia scoffs. “Bit late, isn’t it?”
“I’ll buy you a new nightstand,” I say dismissively.
“Or get your billionaire friend to do it for you.”
That sounds critical. “Are you objecting to how I saved your gallery?”
“Bastien Fournier saved it.”
That irritates me more than her less subtle insults. “You want me riled up, don’t you? You want me to take it out on you.”
“No, that’s not—”
“Oh, I think it is.” I lay a hand on her raised ass, and she shivers at my touch. “You know what kind of man I am, yet you’re not quailing, are you? Gentle sex too boring for you? Do you want to be pinned down and fucked hard?”
“You’re… fantasizing.” She spits the word.
“If I am, it’s your fantasy.”
She scoffs. “What would you know?”
“More than you think.” I’m tempted to tell her. The videos of her in this very bed. The whispered echoes of my words. I have them all saved on my phone, and I’ve watched them countless times.
She huffs in disbelief. “That’s just ego talking.”
I clench my jaw. For now, I’ve reached my tolerance. “Amelia. Be quiet.”
She senses it too. Maybe it’s the use of her name, and not ‘Little Stray.’ Maybe my tone. Either way, she goes still, saying nothing.
I look down at her, taking her all in. Her perfect skin. Her elegant, naked back. The way her ass is lifted with the pillow beneath it, as if in offering. Her pussy, glistening with arousal.
So fucking beautiful. So much mine.
I pick up the bottle of coconut oil, flicking open the cap. She tenses, watching me. The first drip lands on her ass, between her cheeks, and she jerks like she’s been spanked. A whimper escapes as more drips follow, and her arms lock up, hands pressing against the headboard.
Interesting reaction. Is her ass virgin?
The thought sends blood shooting to my cock. If I thought I was hard before, now it’s almost painful.
Her ass gleams with the oil, while her cheeks are still red from the spankings I gave her. Her breathing comes quick and short as she anticipates what’s about to happen.
And she hasn’t spoken a word since I told her to be quiet.
“How does that feel?” I ask, if only to hear her voice again.
“How do you think it feels?”
Plenty of bite still in her tone. It almost makes me smile.
“I wouldn’t know. No one’s ever lubed my ass in preparation for fucking it.”
She lets out a little squeak like she’s not fast enough to control it, but when she turns her head, the fire is back in her eyes. “That’s very difficult to believe.”
Her retort pulls a chuckle from me. “You really do have a provocative mouth, don’t you? Maybe I should fuck that, too.”
She turns her head away. “You always do what you want.”
“That’s because you’re mine.”
“Saying it doesn’t make it so.”
I squeeze out a third of the bottle, coating her ass in the oil, then toss it on the bed, leaning over her until my lips are against her ear. “Was that a challenge?”
For a moment, her bravado retreats, and she bites at her lip. Then she scowls, coming back as strong as before. “You can do whatever you want, but you won’t break me.”
I fucking adore her spirit. She’s perfect for me, in every way.
“Break you?” I echo, pushing two fingers inside her and feeling her stretch to accommodate them. She goes rigid beneath me, then softens around them. “I don’t want to break you.”
Her voice is breathy as she replies. “You won’t—”
“Fuck you? Yes.” I move closer, my lips by her ear. “Ruin you? Make you squirm and beg?” She responds to my whispered words, her pussy clenching around my fingers as she lets slip a soft whimper. “But I won’t break you, Little Stray. You’re too strong.”
Her arms twitch as she tightens her grip on the bars, her knuckles white, her back rising and falling as she takes rapid breaths. She doesn’t reply.
Maybe my words are enough for her, for now.
Slipping my fingers from within her, I suck them clean. She turns her head to watch, eyes wide and cheeks flushed red. I climb onto the bed, straddling her thighs, and let my cock rest against her ass, heavy and hard. I pick up the bottle and squirt more oil out, coating us both.
She takes in a shuddering breath, releasing it slowly. “Please… don’t fuck my ass.” It’s almost a whisper.
The spike of my arousal is so sharp, it steals my breath. I close my eyes, steadying myself. Hearing her plead with me like that? How much did that cost her?
It shouldn’t affect me as much as it does.
Fuck, but I want to hear her beg. I want her to whimper my name, beg to come around my cock, give me that involuntary, whispered plea again.
“It’s a punishment,” I remind her when I can speak. My voice still comes out husky.
“You could… punish me another way,” she says softly, almost plaintive.
Damn, she’s practically offering. I’m tempted to have her list all the things she’d do instead, to see what her imagination would come up with. But I’m too impatient. I want to be inside her.
I rub my cock between her cheeks, spreading the oil around, enjoying the glide against her soft, intimate skin. “I was always going to take your ass. It’s the one hole I haven’t yet claimed.”
She gives a small cry, quickly muffled against her arm. But she doesn’t try to squirm away or buck me off.
My Little Stray is so brave.
“I’ll be gentle,” I tell her.
“Whatever.”
I can’t help the soft laugh that escapes. Even now, she’s pushing. Would she rather I wasn’t gentle? Does she want it rough? “As you wish.”
Pressing the head of myself against her anus, I lean my weight into it.
Yet it still takes effort before the head of my cock forces its way past the ring of muscle around her entrance.
Her gasp is pained, her arms trembling as she braces herself.
Inside, she’s warm, silky, and tighter than I could’ve dreamed.
I’d always intended to be gentle. I’ve barely prepped her, and I don’t want to hurt her more than I must. But as I push into her, as her ass grips me as tight as I’ve ever been gripped, it takes every ounce of my self-control not to drive forward and impale her right then.
She feels fucking glorious, and I’m only half inside her.