Chapter Twenty-One
Twenty-One
Alex
Vicky is grumpy when I untie her in the morning.
There are marks on her wrists, which I carefully rub, then give them a kiss.
She winces.
“Does that hurt?”
“Of course they fucking do, you asshole.”
I pin her down to the bed, find her mouth with mine, and kiss some of that petulance away.
She responds delightfully, opening and pushing herself into me at first, then stiffening as her mind catches up with her body’s reactions and she remembers she doesn’t like pleasure.
She tries to turn her head away. I don’t let her, my fingers gripping her jaw and holding her until she mewls beneath my kisses, and melts again.
So delicious, the way she fights and loses at every turn.
It makes me want to take her right now… and why not?
I climb over her, using my knees to push her legs apart. She’s slow to react, hands pushing against my chest with little effect. Her arms are probably stiff.
“No…” she whimpers. “Alex…”
God, her protests make me even harder for her. Not least because I know that she wants this, wants me. I see it in her eyes, in the signs she can’t hide. The catch of her breath, the tightening of her nipples. The way her hips shift imperceptibly, rolling up to meet me. Her body can’t lie.
And she’s already wet. Just those kisses, and she’s wet.
Or maybe she was awake first, anticipating me this morning. She knows her role, now.
I watch her eyes as I rub my cock through her folds, and she closes them, trying to hide.
“Open,” I tell her. “Look at me while I enter you.”
She keeps them closed in defiance. “I don’t want you to fuck me.”
“Then why are you so wet?”
She turns her head to the side, cheeks flushing red as she fights herself. It’s never me she’s fighting, even if she thinks it is. It’s always an internal battle.
And she’s losing with every day, with every moment, with every touch. After all, her body is on my side.
When she finally accepts that she’s mine to do with as I want, it’ll be a thing of beauty, and a great loss.
I enjoy her rebellion so much. I’ll have to find other things she doesn’t like, just to see it over and over again.
Her ass, for example. I didn’t miss her reaction when I threatened to take it.
I smile, playing on that now. “Your choice, Tink. Look at me and beg me to fuck your pussy, or I’ll turn you over and take your ass.”
Her eyes, when they meet mine, flash with fury. It takes far too much of my control not to push into her right then. But I want her to admit it. I want to hear the words.
Her jaw tightens in defiance, and for a moment I think it’ll be her ass I end up using. Then she shudders beneath me, and submission fills her gaze. It’s not resignation that brings the heat, it’s desire.
“Fuck me then, you bastard.” The anger is feigned, the reluctance a defense, for her hips press up against mine, and she realizes even as I do. She tenses beneath me, averting her eyes in shame, and tries to push me off again. It’s futile, of course; she has a fraction of my strength.
“That’s not begging,” I say, pushing inside her anyway, “but I’ll take it. And I’ll take you.”
She gasps, and her eyes close immediately.
Her sweet pussy is as tight as ever, but oh so wet.
It clenches around me as I penetrate her, welcoming me in.
She feels fucking amazing. I didn’t come the night before and now I won’t last long, but that’s okay.
Last night was different—my amusement, her pleasure—but this is for me.
I thrust deeper, groaning as she opens to me, slick and warm, pulling a sharp cry from her. Maybe that hurt, but I don’t care. She’ll adjust as I take her. Her pussy is unbelievable, the best I’ve ever had. She matches me completely. She’s fucking perfect.
Not for the first time in the past three weeks, I wonder how it took me so long to realize it. All those months when I wasn’t taking her on a daily basis? A waste.
I have catching up to do.
Her mouth to enjoy. Her ass to use for the first time. More positions to tie her up in, because she loved that. She’s never come so hard.
Vicky is getting wetter, her body responding to me, just like it should. Her whimpers increase in pitch. Her hands press against my chest, like she’s trying to stop me, even though it’s having no effect at all. It’s pleasant, a nice touch on my skin, so small and gentle.
Her eyes are still closed, and I want to see them.
“Look at me.”
Her head shakes from side to side in denial. But it’s not me she’s disobeying. She’s fighting herself again.
“Look at me.”
She forces her eyes to open, and I time that moment with a savage thrust. Her eyes flick wider, then close, then open again. Pale blue and filled with heat and defiance, warring with each other. Beautiful to see.
“I love the fire in your gaze. It makes fucking you against your will so much hotter.”
That earns me one of her trademark glares. “Is that why you didn’t fuck me when we were together? Because I was willing?”
“No,” I tell her. “It’s because back then, there wasn’t any passion. You didn’t hate me.”
Her expression flickers with confusion. She doesn’t say anything, merely looks away, but it still tells me everything I need to know: she didn’t hate me then, and she doesn’t hate me now.
“My poor little Tink,” I murmur as I slowly draw my cock out of her then drive it back in, pulling a gasp from her. “You don’t know what you want, do you?”
She clutches at me, shuddering. Then takes a steady breath before she answers. “I want you off of me.”
I chuckle, and she whimpers in response as it does things to her, her pussy clenching around me. “Thank you for making my point.”
She closes her eyes and turns her face away. “Don’t you understand what ‘no’ means?”
“Look at me.”
“No.”
I grin, my cock twitching inside her in response to her attempts at defiance. It’s cute, and I love every second of it.
Shifting my weight to one arm, I slide a hand around her throat. Her eyes flick open, fear and excitement in their depths. She glances at me, then closes them again, still refusing to accept what I’ve told her to do.
I’d be disappointed if she had.
“You’re mine whether you say yes or no,” I whisper to her. “Either way, I’m going to pin you down and use you however I want.”
I emphasize my words with another thrust inside her, feeling her tight channel welcoming me in, even if she’s trying to convince herself otherwise.
“Then what does it matter if I beg you?”
I’m glad she asked. I lean down in a one-armed pushup, until my chest brushes her small, firm breasts, and my mouth is near her ear, just to ensure she doesn’t miss a single word. “Because, Tink, begging me to fuck you makes you so goddamn wet.”
She whimpers in response, her pussy involuntarily gripping me.
And then, to my delight, she comes. Just those words, and her sex is flooding me with her orgasm, her body going tight beneath mine, her eyes squeezed shut and a gasp of pure arousal slipping from her lips.
The next thrust takes more effort, and the feel of her pulsing around me is enough to draw me near my own release.
I squeeze her throat as I pummel into her, and her short little high-pitched gasps are the best kind of music.
It doesn’t take long until I’m releasing into her, a grunt of effort as I drive deep, my cock twitching inside her, filling her with my cum. Exactly how it should be.
She shudders as her body responds, her own orgasm still rippling through her, and I know she’s trying so hard to resist. But she’s failing. And that’s how it should be, too.
“I love feeling you tremble as you come beneath me,” I tell her, when I can find my voice. I give her delicate neck a last little squeeze, then release her. She draws in an unsteady breath and bites at her lip, eyes still shut tight like she’s in denial of her own pleasure.
One day soon, I’m going to tie her up and force her to face her sexuality full on. I’m going to make her beg for orgasm after orgasm, and use all of her holes. I won’t stop until she’s a limp, quivering mess.
But alas, we don’t have time for that now. It’ll take hours, and she deserves my full attention.
I lift myself off her, drawing back, sliding from within her welcoming depths. I kneel between her legs, stopping her from closing them. She still tries, but I grip her thighs with my hands.
“No,” I warn. “When you’ve been fucked by me, you lie there and you enjoy it.”
Some of my cum is already leaking out of her, and I push it back in.
Her breath catches, hips jerking at my touch.
My thumb comes away coated in our combined fluids, and I lean over her and present it to her mouth.
I don’t even have to tell her to open; she takes it in without a word from me. So fucking hot.
Her eyes glare as she fights herself again, and that’s even hotter. I wait, not taking my thumb from her mouth, and I don’t have to wait long. Her tongue dabs tentatively against my skin, then she’s cleaning me, tasting both of us.
“Good girl,” I murmur, and she rewards me with a full body shudder. Her eyes flicker closed, and she moans her shame and arousal, but doesn’t stop sucking. That’s my Vicky right there: losing the fight as she falls deeper and deeper into her own sexual awakening.
I’m loath to move away from her, but we do need to get going. This isn’t a meeting we can be late for.
“Up you get,” I say, pulling back and slipping off the bed. “I’m hungry. Are you hungry? I’ll order room service.”
She blinks twice, coming back to herself. “I’m going to take a shower while you do that. I need to clean… you off of me.”
Her choice of words hits me in the gut, and anger uncurls so fast I clench my fists. It’s not like me, but I don’t care. “No.” The word comes out as a growl. “No showers after I fuck you. No washing away my scent.”
And I’m not going to shower either, I decide. We’ll go and see Fournier like this, the smell of our sex clinging to our skin. I want us to go like this.