Chapter Twenty One
Animal Instincts
Rachel Williams
Finally closing the cabin door behind us, I consider how best to ask this question. I don’t know what he’s not saying, but I know he's holding back.
I just don't know if it's about the case or about me. He seems reluctant to look at me now.
“Bishop?” I ask uncertainly.
He turns from the window, a distant expression in his features.
Swallowing down my growing uneasiness, I go for bravery.
Not sure Im selling it, I walk up to him with confidence I do not feel and kneel in front of him.
Without a word, I remove his buckle and unzip his pants, freeing his erection.
Guess that answers one question. Come to momma.
Looking up at him, his gaze is now intense and focused on me, the rest of the world forgotten for the moment.
It makes me feel powerful.
I like it.
Slowly, and keeping eye contact, I suck the tip of his cock past my lips with gentle suction. Working my tongue around the head, his harsh inhale that is almost- but not quite a groan- drives me on.
For all his control and restraint, underneath he is an animal. A slave to his urges and desires.
And what he desires is me.
I slam myself forward, burying him as deep as I can in my throat and swallow around the gag reflex. His groan is guttural and deep. But he makes no move to touch me.
I have never seen him hesitant before.
Again and again I rock my head forward, swallowing him down and working him with my tongue. Pooling saliva escapes my mouth as I look up at him from watering and blurry eyes.
Taking a deep heaving breath, I stroked him.
“I need you Bishop.”
Seeming to come out of his haze, he stood me up and spun me around. Quickly removing my clothes, he left me bare and guided me to the window.
Pressing my hands to the glass, I faced out to the forests beyond and the mountains in the distance. His hands roamed down my body, pressing and teasing the skin with his roughened hands that sent shivers down my spine.
Slowly, his hands reached my ass, spreading my cheeks, and roaming towards my back hole. I tensed. He tsk’d.
“I need you too, Rachel. More than you know.” He said roughly. “I need all of you.”
This is said quietly, like it costs him something to admit. More than just his dirty talk, this feels personal.
I relax into his motions, waiting for whatever it is he’s going to do. Because what he doesn't know is that he already has me.
I've been his for a while if I'm honest. I'm just not brave enough to tell him yet.
“Good girl,” he kisses my neck gently. The sound of a cap and he's rubbing something around the hole and spreading it in gentle swipes and probing motions.
The feeling is unfamiliar, but not necessarily bad.
With his other hand he gently strokes my pussy.
“I want to mark you.” He kisses below my ear. “I want the world to watch me fuck you.” He bites my ear softly, sucking on it. My nipples harden and my skin pebbles.
“I want them all to know, this pussy is mine.” He rumbles low in his throat, pressing his fingers into me and roughly pumping in and out. His fingers at my ass probing inward at the same time.
“And this ass is mine too.” he says, quickly pushing past the resistance and adding another finger.
The moan that escapes me is indecent and I rock back and forth against the intrusions. The pressure is intense, the burning ache with the way he is sucking on my neck and fingering me is overwhelming.
I can't help but like it.
Stepping to my side he locks his legs around mine and leverages me forward so my face is pressed against the glass. I couldn't resist him if I wanted to.
Adding in a third finger he starts slowly, but I already know what he’s going to do. And he’s going easy on me.
Still, I feel that something is off. I can’t put my finger on it. But I think I know how to snap him out of it.
Putting on a token force of resistance I squirm and try to pull away. Pushing myself away from the glass and into him, I feel more than hear his low laugh.
Now I’ve done it.
“Oh baby, if you wanted me to be rough, you never have to ask.” He adds darkly.
Slamming me back into the glass, he locks his legs around mine and begins fucking me at both ends with his fingers in earnest.
I don’t know if I regret my choices or not, there is no time for that. I think I am about to implode.
“Holy fucking fuck shit god damnit!” I shout, unable to move an inch against or into the immense feeling of pressure that is slowly climbing.
My breathing is heavy and labored, the window fogging.
My eyes are open but unseeing as he ups the pace and the pressure, spreading his fingers and slamming home all the way to his knuckles on each thrust until Im panting.
“Fuck, fuck, oh god Bishop oh fuck.” I whine. The ache is starting to burn worse than my asshole. I don’t know what he used for lube, but it’s not helping with the friction at all.
“Good Girls say please.” He growls.
Want to hear what bad girls say?
Fuck, I want to scream at him, I want him to fuck me harder. I need something, anything else. Throwing caution to the wind, because I fucking refuse to beg him for shit right now, I throw myself backwards as hard as I can with my arms braced against the window and it hits deeper.
“Fuck!” I scream, bending over farther so he can hit that spot again. “Yes, yes, oh fuck.”
“Tell me you want me to fuck this ass and paint you with my cum. Tell me how bad you want it.” He urges me. With a few rough passes over my clit Im ready to beg on my knees.
“Fuck! Please, please, please, Daddy make me come. Fuck me please. Harder, fuck me harder.”
“Louder.” He demands. “I can’t hear you.”
Pressing down on my clit and bending his finger in my pussy he strokes rapidly and I can’t speak. My eyes slam shut on the sudden onslaught, and I am losing feeling in my fingers and toes. My face pressed against the glass as I start to slide down it.
The moans are beyond my control now, and Im almost there. The pressure is building, and he stops completely.
The disappointment nearly sends me to the floor.
Roughly positioning me, he puts his lips to my ear.
“If you want to come, you’re going to have to take me.” He breathes, lining himself up.
I regret my actions.
His fingers are one thing. Im not mentally prepared for his first thrust, and he makes it count. Pressing almost all the way in.
The sound that leaves me is a mixture of agony and encouragement. It hurts so fucking good.
“Fuucccckkkk.” He groans, his grip on my hips is brutal, his hands releasing me to drift forward to play with my clit as he presses in harder. “Good girl. That’s my good girl.”
“Please.” I breathe.
“That’s it baby.” He thrusts again, sliding in a little farther. “Beg for it.”
Pressing me tighter against him and with one more shallow thrust he’s flush against me. The moan he lets out makes me dizzy with need.
“Fuck, fuck me already.” I groan.
With one hand playing with my pussy, he wraps the other one around my throat and squeezes.
“Say it again.” He growls.
Squirming for relief from the intense throbbing and the pressure, I immediately comply. I couldn’t fight him now if I wanted to.
“Please fuck me Daddy.” I beg.
With one slow slide out the only warning I get, he slams forward and presses my whole body to the window with the impact.
Again and again he rams home and Im screaming unintelligibly because holy fuck I think Im going to die if I don’t come soon.
Quickly strumming against my sensitive clit, he pushes his right leg forward, positioning me and changing the angle.
My orgasm slams into me, stunning me, and I forget to breathe. Choking on air, I scream with the force of it. Already throwing myself into his thrusts to keep it going.
“Good. Fucking. GIRL.” He rasps out between thrusts.
No longer aware of anything else but the way his skin feels against mine with every drag and pull of his cock in me.
For what seems like hours, but can only be minutes, he forces me to climax again and again. The burn in my ass starting to echo the burn in my clit as he tortures me.
Unable to see anything through the tears blurring my vision I beg him to stop, to keep going, to do it harder. All while he grunts and groans through his thrusts, his mouth on my neck biting and sucking my skin, adding to the sensation.
“Please, please, please, please, please.” I don’t even know what Im asking for anymore.
I can tell when he’s close to breaking, because his pace stutters and picks up. The noises he’s making taking on a new edge of desperation. But he’s not going out alone.
Using his whole hand, he presses down on my pussy and works me frantically while he pistons in and out. With seconds until I buckle or catch on fire, he pulls out suddenly.
Pressing me harder against the window he thrusts wildly into my pussy and slams in flush. I can feel his cum hit my cervix mid orgasm and I moan with each spasm of his cock as he unloads into me.
Knowing why he wants it so badly makes me briefly ashamed, but I don’t have time to dwell on it.
Pulling out and leveraging me down, he kneels and watches. His hands slowly stroking up and down my legs and ass as I can feel his cum seeping out of my ass and pussy while he watches.
I don’t know why this is so fucking hot, but I love it.
My knees shake, the effort of holding myself up is getting to be too much.
Noticing, he stands and gently lifts me, taking me into the shower and laying me out, he turns on the water which is mercifully hot and slowly cleans me while my eyes drift shut.
I feel like an exposed wire. Every inch of my body electrified. Every touch sending tingles and shivers everywhere.
He has ruined sex for me. I will never have anything like this again. The thought makes me want to cry.
Whatever this is, I know it won’t last beyond this trip. He won’t want me after. When reality hits, he will realize that I am not right for him, and all the reasons he held back until now will resurface. Another tear drips down my face, washing away unseen. Only I know it fell.