Anne
I smiled and gripped my ankles.
He said it, and I did it—not because he’d commanded it, but for the dark promise in his eyes. I just knew he was going to make me cum so hard I’d be sent into the multiverse.
“Yeah, you feel that?”
“Kinda impossible to miss,” I mumbled, closing my eyes as he thrust deeper.
“You’re opening up nicely, taking everything up that tight little hole,” he said, hauling back before slamming home again.
My eyes fluttered and I let out a strangled moan. He was so big, so hard—some of that was my fault, the rest genetics.
His hands gripped my breasts again, fingers biting into me as he set a rhythm of long, deep strokes. It was fast enough that all I could do was hold my ankles and try to relax.
It wasn’t long before the dull ache vanished and I began to crave more. He stared at me the whole time he fucked me.
There was so much. Him. Me. Us.
All while his long, thick cock pounded my arse. Then his pace quickened, his balls swinging against my cheeks with every grunt of effort. The headboard began to hit the wall.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
The mattress cushioned every blow. I was trapped beneath him, tied up, and not once did I feel threatened by him.
“That’s my girl. Taking me up this tight little fuckhole,” he groaned. “Balls deep.”
So nasty. Sexy.
He filled me with every thrust, stretching me open for him. I gasped as the tension built again, but this time he didn’t stop—this time he fucked me harder. A bead of sweat rolled down his face.
“I’d never need Viagra to satisfy you, Anne. You’ll soon learn that. Now cum for me. Squeeze that tight little hole for me,” he roared, pistoning his hips at warp speed.
I dug my nails into my ankles, my breath catching in my throat. My mind separated from the world, the only sensation left the fall off the edge of my shrinking world.
I wailed as the intensity crested, my back arching, locking me in place while he shouted something I couldn’t catch. Wave after wave of pleasure rocked me to my core. I never wanted it to end.
He groaned, his cock pulsing before his cum flooded me, just as I managed to drag air back into my lungs. My back hit the bed, my body sagging, sweat along my spine merging with the sheets beneath me.
He collapsed on top of me like dead weight, nuzzling my neck, kissing, sucking, licking his way up until he reached my face.
“Warp speed?” he murmured. “Aye, aye, captain.”
I closed my eyes, wondering what else might have slipped out while I’d been lost in my orgasmic trance. I needed to stay off the sci-fi channel.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, trying to push him off me.
“Damn, baby,” he chuckled. “I knew the moment I laid eyes on you that you were extraordinary.”
He tilted my chin up and kissed me softly, lips pressing against mine. I sighed and parted my lips, deepening the kiss. He was still hard, still buried deep inside me.
I wondered how much mileage I could get out of him tonight.
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The drive to Kent had been relaxing, but as I parked around the side of Ethan’s house, I began thinking about the lungs and testicles I needed to start the base work of First Breath Born.
Ethan might throw a hissy fit if I started chopping Gareth up in his basement.
But then again, why give me the keys to his house at all?
Oh, right—I needed to feed them, since Ethan had gone to work. It also gave me the chance to see what other goodies were hidden away in his house.
We hadn’t discussed body disposal methods, and he did have a large estate.
I chopped mine up and drove to a specific stretch of the River Thames, where the current carried the portions out to the North Sea.
I found it relaxing, and I liked to think I was being environmentally friendly, feeding the bottom feeders of the ocean.
Those critters got a bad rep.
Since Ethan had a fancy house, there were two sets of doors to get through and an alarm system. My own security system was due to be fitted in two days—so I was going to be a guest in his home until then. Better than being caged in the basement, at least.
Though I still needed to ask him how he intended to kill me. Handcuffs or not, I would have fought. Not because I felt the need to cling to this life, but because I wanted to hurt him on my way out.
The house was deadly silent. I set my suitcase down and walked into the grand foyer. It didn’t feel right without Ethan here. This was his domain.
My phone chimed and I pulled it out of my pocket.
Ethan.
I answered the call.
“I got the alarm notification. How was your drive?”
Of course his alarm system was linked to his phone.
“Hello, dear. Yes, the drive was fine—except for a little road rage on the motorway.”
He groaned.
“I got his number plate,” I said innocently. “A little arson could be fun.”
“What did we discuss about unnecessary risks?” he said, sounding like he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. “If you get yourself killed or caught—”
He didn’t finish the sentence.
“Aww. Do you lurve me, Dr Hammond?”
“If you do anything that puts you at risk, I will kill you,” he whispered.
That didn’t make sense.
“Wouldn’t you be better off keeping me in the basement?”
“I’ve got to go. My client’s here,” he said, before lowering his voice to a whisper again. “Be a good girl. No arson.”
He didn’t need to say or else—I agreed anyway.
“Got it. No arson until you get home.”
Another sigh, and he was gone.
Perhaps this relationship malarkey could work.