42 - Breathe
Logan
Oh, sweetheart, you just made a fatal mistake. Giving me permission to put an end to this feisty behaviour is going to bring me immense pleasure. And you? Well-deserved punishment.
Even though she’s got her nose upturned like a spoiled brat, she watches me from the corner of her eye, realising the exact moment that she’s slipped up. Those shiny rings of crystal blue grow wide with anticipation, giving away the panic bubbling inside her.
I school my expression, eyes unblinking.
The silence stretches between us, so much that the thud of the harsh rain hammering on the roof above is magnified tenfold.
It’s not until I prop myself up on my elbows that she starts getting real antsy, though her clammy thighs still grip my hips like an anchor, quaking with need.
When her rosy lips fall apart, I think she’s going to throw more snark my way, but at the last minute she retracts.
Clever girl.
Not quite clever enough to avoid the situation in the first place, though.
“I think,” I let the words linger in the air, finger tapping my lips to draw out the tension. Make her sweat. “Someone needs a good spanking. Don’t you?”
All colour drains from her already pale complexion. A smirk replaces my poker face. Her arms start uncurling, but I don’t give her a hope in hell of stopping me. No, she needs to learn there’s always going to be consequences for her actions.
Whilst she rambles useless apologies about not wanting to fight with me, I draw my heels closer to her arse, pretending I’m paying attention.
With the full force of my hips, I bridge towards the ceiling, throwing her forward with a startled squeal.
Her hands fly out in front as expected, palms slamming against the floor, and I use that sliver of time to yank her arms out from under her.
I’ve flipped her over before she’s aware it’s happened, making sure to cushion her head from the blow on the way down.
I want to see her writhe and beg, not give her a concussion.
I smile like the devil, admiring her delicious body pinned beneath mine whilst she wastes precious energy squirming.
“Shit!” she cries, voice fraught with frustration; all evidence of sass gone, that’s for sure.
“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” I coo, looming over her like she had with me. “Is the big bad wolf not playing fair?”
“Cox, I swear to God–”
I slap a hand over her mouth to shut her up. My laughter sounds demonic, even to myself. “There's no point begging him for help. You’ve already sealed your fate.”
Her glare over the top of my palm has me wanting to thrust into her again. Her vivid blues narrow to slits, and she hisses through her teeth. Panting like a dog in heat, she finally stills. I tilt my head, seeing her from a different angle.
“What’s wrong? All out of puff?” With my lips downturned in a sad pout, I stroke the line of her collarbone, gradually edging down to the curve of each breast. And repeat.
She doesn’t dare move when I sink back inside her, accepting I’m in control now.
When my fingers reach the curve of her neck, I hike them up higher, grasping the column between forefinger and thumb, and purposefully cutting off her air supply.
We’d spoken about erotic asphyxiation; aka breath play.
Cordelia had shown interest in trying it, so when she claws at my hand like her very life depends on it, I pay no notice.
I seize her wrists, holding them high above her head.
She knows her safe word, or signal for when she’s incapable of speaking.
But so far, she hasn’t used either in any of our sexual escapades.
Which shows deep down, she trusts me not to take things further than her boundaries.
Besides, the grip I have on her neck might leave a mark, but it isn’t enough to seriously damage her.
Seeing her helpless in my hands gives me a thrill like no other. I know I’m fucked up. I know I shouldn’t enjoy this shit, but my brain has been rewired over time to crave it.
“Cat got your tongue, vixen?” I snicker at her wide, wild eyes roving around the room.
Every second that passes, her skin becomes more flushed, more slick with moisture.
She’s stopped flailing now, and a quiet calm takes over her body as though she’s decided to accept her fate.
That she’s come to the conclusion that she may be plunged into darkness never to return to the light.
Which infuriates me because she gave up the fight so easily. I must teach her how to defend herself.
My fingers slacken around her neck, and she gasps a breath as if she’s breathing air for the first time. I chuckle as she splutters. Surprisingly, she recovers quicker than I anticipated, glaring at me with fire in her eyes. I tilt my head sideways. “Still going to tell me to fuck off, my love?”
When she goes to open her mouth to do just that, I halt her with a single finger in the air. “I suggest you think very carefully about your next words,” I arch one dark eyebrow. “I am rock-fucking solid. And that back hole of yours is a tad snug.”
As her eyebrows draw together, the edges of her lips curl. Those baby blues turn ice cold. Fucking haunting.
“I said your worst.” That silky inflection makes the tiny hairs on my nape prickle. For a moment I think she’s finished, but then she utters the word “Pussy.”
She’s on all fours with that glorious arse bared to me before I can even figure out how I got her there. That single word obliterated any and all self-control I had over my body and my brain. She doesn’t realise what she does to me. The animalistic urge she coaxes from the depths of my soul.
“Don’t fucking move.”
I race upstairs to grab the lube. She said my worst, but it’s her first time, and I don’t want to terrify her by going in dry. The momentary interruption isn’t ideal but is completely necessary.
When I return, she hasn’t moved an inch because she wants this as much as I do.
I flip the cap open and pour the silky lotion into my palm, coating myself.
Then I spread it over her too. With my other hand, I deliver a sharp slap to her arsecheek, which gets me a squeal, and a disgruntled glare.
I position my cock at her entrance, pushing the engorged crown past the tight ring of muscle.
What I want to do is ram it deep inside in a single thrust; it’s what I should do after her smart mouth.
But despite what she expects of me, I care about her so much more than that.
I care that she feels good just as much as I do.
Her entire body stiffens like a board beneath me and the grating crunch of teeth is enough to make me wince. My hand snakes around her waist to find a puckered nipple, and I squeeze the bud firmly between my fingers. She shrieks, but the moans pouring freely from her lips tell a different story.
Whilst she’s distracted, I sink deeper, revelling in the bliss of her muscles constricting around my cock. It’s like she’s trying to tear off my foreskin in the most glorious way possible.
“Fuck.” Her heartbeat pounds against my arm, and she shifts beneath me, trying to thrust her arse closer. I lean back, clicking my tongue in disapproval. She yelps when my palm comes down heavy on her buttocks again, painting her skin red. “You want more? Beg me for it.”
“Please,” she cries, breathless. “Please.”
I drive deeper. That warmth, the pressure; it’s all so addictive. I could stay inside her forever. Hell, I’d be able to die a happy man now.
“I thought you hated me,” I tease, the words rolling off my tongue. “I’m not sure you’ve grovelled enough yet.”
“Logan,” she whimpers, and I laugh because she was about to swear at me again but pulled herself up.
With one final thrust I’m filling her completely, balls slapping against her ass, giving her everything and more.
My fingers drop down to her pussy and she’s soaking wet.
It sends me into a frenzy and suddenly I’m really fucking her, hard and fast. And she’s screaming in ecstasy, body rammed up against me as her orgasm rips through her.
Mine follows, pumping every last drop in an earth shattering full-body rapture that blows my fucking mind. This woman is incredible.
“Oh. My. God.” She’s panting hard, voice barely above a whisper.
“He had nothing to do with that, my love,” I chuckle through breaths, whilst cradling my body against her arched back. I nibble her lobe, then bite down enough that she gasps. “Next time you give me that cheek, don’t expect me to be so accommodating.”