Chapter 23
Damien
For the first time in months, I wake up without feeling like a hammer is slowly driving a thick nail into my skull. The rays of the morning sun don’t hurt my eyes. I turn and see my Seraphina sleeping peacefully beside me.
I lift up a finger and stroke her cheek. She opens her eyes and smiles when she sees me.
“How do you feel?” she breathes.
“Better than ever.” I say that every morning, but this time, it’s true. I lean in and press my lips against hers.
At once, I feel an uncomfortable stiffness in my boxers. I crush her to me, deepening the kiss, and let one of my hands rove under her silk pajama top, finding her nipple and trapping it between two fingers.
Her eyes widen. “Already? You’re still healing. You’re going to tear your stitches out.”
“It would take a lot more than stitches to keep me away from you. Take your pajamas off.”
She hides her head in the crook of my arm. I love the way I can still make her blush.
“Stand up, darling,” I press.
She tears herself away from me reluctantly, then stands, shifting uncertainly from one foot to the other.
“Take your top off,” I rumble.
She peels it off, and my breath hitches when I see her two breasts, fuller than before now that she’s put on some much-needed weight. I order, “Now the shorts.”
She slithers out of them, blushing, and I groan as I take in her pussy, already glistening with a desire that echoes my own.
“Turn around,” I breathe.
She blushes harder than ever, but follows my orders, looking just as turned on as I feel. I’m torn between wanting to sink my cock between the creamy globes of her ass, or flip her back around and eat out her pussy.
I settle on the latter.
“Come here,” I growl.
She scurries toward me happily, her head finding its place once more in the nook between my head and my shoulder. My hands hungrily explore her body, and I feel her breath change as it hits my neck, growing frantic with need.
I slide my fingers over her nipples, rolling them between my fingers, feeling them turn into stiff peaks.
Then I travel down her stomach, my nails leaving light red marks on her pale, creamy skin.
I feel her relax under me, and I once more work my way down her stomach, kissing her delicately until I reach her pussy.
She’s already soaked, and I’m aching to enter her.
Not yet, though. I lap at her arousal as she lets out a soft moan.
I smile as I always do at the thought that I’m the first man to claim her there. The last man, too.
I drag my tongue lightly back and forth against her clit, and she twists and writhes in the sheets out of frustration.
I’m going too lightly to make her come, and I know it’s driving her frantic.
I gently pin her arms to the bed with my own hands as I continue the torment, reveling in the power I hold in edging her.
My tongue darts deeply into her and she moans louder.
I find the spot that makes her mad, and pass my tongue over it, again and again.
She contorts under me, her moans turning into yelps of need, and I can tell she’s about to come.
I pause for just a second, glancing up at her wickedly, knowing from the grimace on her face that she thinks I’m going to keep denying her.
But two months of forced chastity have made me too desperate to edge her for long.
I suck in her clit and that’s all it takes for her entire body to grow rigid, a cry escaping her parted lips.
I plunge my tongue over and over into her pussy, prolonging her orgasm, until finally, she lies back gasping, her body limp.
But I don’t give her a moment’s respite.
With a grunt of pain, I plunge into her with my cock.
She groans from the overstimulation, but I don’t care.
I need her too much. Disregarding the throbbing pain in my stomach, I move in her, thrusting deeply, gently at first, then harder, each push slamming into her cervix.
She cries out as I squeeze her to me possessively, clawing at her back. Mine.
I cum with that word on my tongue, filling her with thick ropes of cum as she once more spasms beneath me, in the throes of her own orgasm.
“Touch yourself,” I growl, lifting myself off of her with effort. The wounds in my stomach are causing waves of lancinating pain through my body, and I need a break. I don’t want to give her a break, though.
She’s happy to submit to my order. Not that she’s the least bit submissive, as she’s repeatedly made clear. She’s only submissive when she wants to be.
I lay down beside her, watching her fingers find her clit and rub it.
Her pussy’s gone dry, and I can tell she’s overstimulated after having two orgasms in quick succession.
Still, she continues to rub herself as I look on and occasionally spread the lips of her pussy, admiring every inch of her, inside and out.
“Fuck yourself with your fingers,” I groan.
She pushes one finger inside her then another, but it takes my own finger for her cunt to get wet again.
I curl my finger, feeling it rub against hers as I dive deep in her pussy, her inner walls milking it.
It doesn’t take long for her to come again, her body contorting itself around the intrusion.
“Turn around. On your hands and knees.”
She grins at this new order and quickly does what I say.
I have her straddle me so her ass is in my face, and run my hands over her bottom.
She wriggles and arches under my touch, giving me a show that would be more than enough to make me hard again if I weren’t struggling with the pain from my wounds.
Instead, my fingers find her folds again, and she groans out loud, the overstimulation seeming to have turned actually painful by now.
Her pussy belongs to me. So do her orgasms.
I continue to rub her as she submits to the uncomfortable sensation, resting her head on my knees and giving me an even more tantalizing view.
“Good girl,” I purr, one of my hands flitting over the roundness of her bottom. The other continues to run its fingers over her slit, before leaving it to hunt for her other hole.
She inhales sharply as I apply pressure to it.
She clearly still finds it painful when I fuck here there, and it will be even more painful now that I haven’t touched her in two months.
My cock twitches at the thought, but it doesn’t get fully hard.
My wounds really have a dampening effect on my arousal.
It’s still highly enjoyable to see her twist uncomfortably as I push a finger deep inside her, past the ring of muscle that always seems intent on keeping me out.
Her writhing causes her ass to bounce in my face and this time, I do actually get hard, painfully hard.
I wince, trying to distract myself by thrusting hard in her ass, because I have a feeling that if I sink my cock into her so soon after my first orgasm, it will literally destroy me.
She groans loudly in pain as my other hand reaches around in search of her pussy again. I can tell her pain is muddling with pleasure as I plunge two fingers inside her. She squirms under the double penetration, and I know how uncomfortably full she must feel. Which only turns me on all the more.
I add another finger to her ass and she practically squeals, struggling in a futile attempt to get relief.
She’s going to need some training to get used to my cock in there again, I realize, as I pin her to me with my leg.
With her body trapped against mine, all she can do is take it as I continue my assault.
Before long, her sharp gasps of pain turn into ragged breaths of pleasure, and all it takes is a pinch to her clit for her to tense and spasm around my fingers, soaking them with her orgasm.
I can’t bear it any longer. I haven’t had nearly enough time to recuperate, but I need my cock inside her right now.
Ignoring the painful pulses in my lower stomach, I remove my fingers from her pussy and slam my cock into her up to the hilt.
Then I start thrusting in her, moving my fingers in her bottom in time.
She writhes under me, her moans so loud they’ve nearly turned into shrieks, and my name falls from her lips repeatedly.
There’s nothing better than claiming her like this. To feel her so helpless, to render her submissive in spite of herself. To know, deep down, how much she wants to be helpless. I could go on all night long, stitches or no.
Her body builds to another orgasm as I torture her clit, pinching and twisting it between my fingers to keep her on the edge of discomfort and pleasure. I fuck her hard as she arches back into me, and we both come at the same time, our cum mingling together.
She sags down on top of my legs and I keep her like that for a while, gripping her perfect ass, running my hands on her back. Then I withdraw my cock, lift her up and hold her to me.
My fingers flit over her breasts, feeling her nipples stiffen under my touch. There’s no fucking way I’m hard again, and yet, here we are.
It’s like my cock is intent on making up for two months of starvation, no matter what my wounds have to say about it.
Listening only to my dick and resolutely ignoring the rest, I fumble in the headboard in search of the shackles I always have sewn into these beds.
She follows my movement with her eyes. “Can you really handle it?” she breathes in surprise.
“I’m going to tie you up and fuck you all day long,” I growl. “If you need to use the bathroom, go now. I won’t give you another chance today.”
The goofy grin that I’d only got to experience twice before spreads on her face. I can’t resist kissing it. I love my new, goofy Seraphina.
Then I smack her bottom and she jumps up and scurries to the bathroom.
Just then, there’s a knock on the door. Muttering a string of curse words under my breath, I get up, wincing painfully, slip on my bathrobe, and go open it.