12. Rose #2
He keeps my hands pinned there as he kisses me, pressing himself against me so I can feel the swell of his cock behind his pants.
I moan against his lips, trying to arch myself into him so that I can show him how much I want this, but he is clearly playing this on his terms. Once he seems sure that I won’t reach for him again, he lets one hand roam over my body, groping at my thighs and ass through my dress.
When he touches me like that, he makes me feel so vulnerable, as though there is nothing in the world he couldn't do to me if he set his mind to it, and I know that I would be helpless to do anything other than give in and let it happen.
My body craves him, even when my mind knows better, and I part my lips to brush my tongue against his, taking whatever control I can.
His lip curls into something between a snarl and a smile at my attention, and he lets his teeth graze against my tongue for just a second before he spins me around, pushing me down over the bed.
"Let me remind you just where you stand with me," he murmurs, pushing my skirt up over my hips and letting his hands roam over my body.
I arch my back, looking back to him, my body already throbbing with need at the intensity of his attention.
I know that I should stop this and tell him that he doesn't get to distract me and pretend like nothing is going on between us, but I can’t.
As he reaches down to rub his hand over the outside of my slit, I gasp, pressing my face into the covers.
"That's my girl."
He slips a finger inside me, teasing me with the promise of everything that’s yet to come.
I squirm against him, my body craving more, craving as much as he has to give me, and I know I will not settle for anything less.
I look back over my shoulder at him, eyes imploring, hating myself for wanting this so badly, but so consumed with need that I can’t do anything other than give in to it.
"Mmm," he sighs as he slowly unzips his pants, clearly enjoying the way that I’m looking at him right now. "Yeah, that's it. Look at me with those pretty eyes while I make you come."
He unbuckles his belt, pulling it off, and reaches forward to wrap it around my wrists to keep them bound to the bed before me. I gasp as I feel the bite of leather into my skin, but I can do nothing but give in to him.
"Since you seem so intent on making my life harder," he tells me, lips grazing over my ear as he pulls back to position himself at my entrance, "keep your hands where I can see them."
I moan against the bed, my knees already trembling with the effort of keeping myself upright.
Does this man have a damn clue what he does to me?
As he brings his cock to my entrance, I get the feeling he does, the slick wetness already leaking down my thighs a sure sign of how much I crave more of him.
He feeds his cock into me slowly, taking his time as though he wants to savor each and every moment of my body wrapped around him like this.
My breath is coming harder now, stuttering out with every gasp, but something in me is sated by his erection spreading me open like that.
The angle he’s taking me at, he feels bigger than before, my folds spread to accommodate his girth.
I can still remember how thick he felt in my mouth, and somehow it makes me appreciate his thickness opening me even more.
My hands flex in the binding of the belt that he slipped over my wrists, and even though I feel so trapped right now, there is a freedom in finally feeling him take me once more. In knowing that I’ve pushed him to the point where he can’t resist me, and he will do anything in his power to take me.
He slides his hands to my hips, grasping me and pulling me back onto him so that he can bury his length even deeper inside me. I gasp, the shock mellowing into pleasure in just a few moments, and ball the covers in my fists as he takes me right there on the bed.
"You need to learn where you stand in all of this, Rose," he murmurs to me, voice low and throaty. "You need to understand that I am the one who calls the shots around here. I'm the one who chooses where you go… who you see... when you come..."
He slips a hand between my legs, and fresh pleasure courses through me as his fingers find my clit.
He circles it softly as he continues to fuck me, pushing into me over and over again until it feels like there’s no room for anything else in my body.
It’s as though he is fucking the defiance out of me, reminding me just who is in control here, and that he will not take kindly to me challenging that again.
"You understand me?"
He punctuates his words with another thrust into me, and I cry out, our bodies flush together as he stills his hips against mine.
I can't reply, don't even understand how he expects me to think when he’s buried to the hilt like this, but he slips his hand along my back, fingers weaving into my hair and tugging my head back so that I have no way to avoid him.
"I asked you a question, Rose," he demands, picking up the pace once more, all too aware that he’s sending me towards the edge of my release.
My mind spirals as I search for a response, but I don't know how the fuck I can come up with a reply. For all the defiance that I’ve already shown, all the reminders that I’m not just going to roll over and let him take whatever he wants from me, I struggle to remember just what it was I was fighting against. When he feels so good inside me, it's like we’re back on that plane before this mess ever came to pass, when I just wanted to lose myself to someone and he was there to make it happen.
"I.... yes," I manage to breathe.
He tightens his grip on my hair slightly, pulling it back, sending a shock of sensation through my scalp and rushing down my spine. "Yes, what?"
"Yes, I understand."
"Understand that I'm in charge here?" He bottoms out within me and holds himself there, clearly enjoying how hard it is for me to think when he’s filling me with his cock.
I nod. It's the best I can manage right now, and I want nothing more than to go over the edge, to give myself to the pleasure that wants to consume me.
"Say it." His voice is harsh and demanding, leaving no room for argument.
I focus my eyes for long enough to look back at him, praying that saying this out loud will be enough to convince him to give me what I need so badly.
"Yes."
And that seems to be all he was waiting for, as he finally begins to fuck me in earnest. I gasp, head tipping back, trying to suck in enough air to support the all-consuming desire that’s running through my entire system.
My hands are still tied, my body still pinned to the bed, but something about all that restraint allows me to focus on nothing more than how I feel.
And the way that it feels—his cock pistoning inside of me, his fingers dancing across my clit—that's everything I need right now.
I feel my thighs tremble as they struggle to keep me upright, and I cry out, my body plunging over the edge, into my release.
The sound I make is unlike any I have heard from myself before, something that sounds as much like relief as it does pleasure.
He doesn't slow, fingers still circling my swollen, throbbing clit, cock still thrusting deep inside my achingly wet pussy. I can hear the low sound he makes with every movement, a sure sign that he’s close to the edge himself, and it doesn’t take him long to finish deep inside me, plugging me with his cock one last time as his warm seed floods through the most intimate part of me.
"Fuck, yes," he mutters, stirring his cock against me a few more times, like he’s making sure that he’s shown me exactly what he needs.
His hands are digging into my hips, and I half-wonder if he will leave bruises behind.
I don't even care if he does. I know I need to be more careful with my body, with keeping it out of harm's way, but when pain comes with this much pleasure, how the hell could I give a damn?
He slowly withdraws himself from me, almost reluctantly, like he doesn't want this to be over. Reaching forward, he expertly removes the belt from around my wrists, letting me slump onto the bed to catch my breath as he dresses himself once more.
"Remember this the next time you want to make a scene," he tells me, his voice harsh.
With that, he heads to the door, leaving me alone with my thoughts yet again. And wondering just what I’ll have to do to get this kind of treatment from him again.