Chapter Seven #2
I close my eyes and relax as he washes me. When he rinses the soap off me, I start washing him. “What are you doing?” he asks.
“Washing that skank off my man,” I say, and he grabs my face and kisses me hard. When he pulls back, he keeps my face between his large hands. “Don’t ever forget that, Zeke. You’re mine, and you always have been.”
“I won’t,” he says, kissing me again.
When he pulls back, I resume washing him, caring for every inch of his amazing body.
When I get to his cock, I can’t help but try to wrap my hand around him.
He growls when I start to stroke him, but is in utter shock when I drop to my knees.
“I’ve always wanted to do this to you,” I say before taking him to the back of my throat and sucking hard.
“Fuck, Riss,” he groans, placing his hand on the wall to support himself as I suck his cock. I pull back and smile up at him, and he looks feral.
“Can I tell you about what I like?” I ask.
“While on your knees with my cock in your hand? Fuck yes, you can,” he says, making me smile.
“I like to be forced,” I say, and I swear his eyes darken. “I have this fantasy of Dawson holding me down and fucking me like it’s forced. Having you back in my life… I trust you two more than anything in this world. Fuck me like I don’t want it, and you don’t give a shit what I want.”
“Do you want a safe word?” he asks, cupping my cheek. “It’s absolutely okay to have and use one. I can be a lot.”
“I don’t,” I say. “I know you won’t give me more than I can handle.”
“Understand, I will not hold back with you, Mariska,” he warns.
“Good.”
“So you are perfectly okay if I slap you, throat fuck you until you puke, and then fuck you to tears, but give you no way to beg for mercy? No way to escape me? I will make it hurt, my love.”
“I bruise easily, so don’t slap me too hard in the face,” I say. He narrows his eyes at me, and I am stunned when he smacks my cheek hard enough to make me gasp and fall back a little. He slaps my other cheek, and I definitely find this hot.
“You didn’t even flinch,” he remarks.
“Because you hit like a bitch,” I say. He smirks and slaps the side of my breast so hard that I gasp loudly and fall to the side.
I am so fucking turned on right now, and so is he.
Zeke grabs the sides of my face and thrusts his cock into my mouth and starts throat fucking me hard and fast. I gag each time he hits the back of my throat, but he keeps doing it over and over and over again.
My pussy is practically throbbing, and I am on the verge of coming.
I gag so violently that we both know I am absolutely about to vomit.
He quickens his pace, and it all hits me at once.
I vomit, but he doesn’t stop. It comes out of my nose and around his cock, but he keeps going until I panic when I can’t breathe.
Only then does he pull back and let me gasp for air.
While I am trying to catch my breath, he kneels with me and uses the sprayer to clean himself and me. I am dazed when he shuts the water off and dries me. When we get to the room, he shoves me back on the bed and climbs up with me.
“Regret it yet, Riss?” Zeke asks as he gently kisses the scarring on my abdomen. He strokes his fingertips across my skin and is lost in thought for a moment before pulling back. He pushes my knees to my chest and leans into my body to lay his hands on the bed.
“No, please fuck me,” I whisper. He slowly pushes just the head of his cock into me, and I groan. With a chuckle, he pulls out and slams into my cunt, burying himself as I scream out. “Fuck!”
There isn’t a buildup to a gradual pace. No, he starts fucking me hard, fast, and deep. He is absolutely ruthless about it, and I moan and scream out my pleasure as he violently fucks me. I have my nails dug into his skin as he rams into me over and over again.
I am sobbing by the time he comes, and it’s not from discomfort or overstimulation; it’s because I’ve come so many times that my brain is fried. I am mostly out of it while he cleans my body, but then he lays down with me so I can rest my head on his chest.
A while later, I start coming back around, and he is rubbing my back. “Mmmm,” I groan.
“There you are,” Zeke says, setting his phone down and lifting my chin.
“You’re a monster,” I choke out in a whisper, making him chuckle. “I love you, Zeke. So much.”
“I love you too, Mariska,” he says, gently kissing me.
“I loved that… So much. It’s everything I dreamed of, and more,” I say. “You are perfect.”
“Want to know something about Meghan that I think you’ll find amusing?” he asks.
“If it gives me a chance to make fun of her, absolutely,” I laugh.
“She couldn’t handle it. She said tonight that she cheated because I wasn’t rough enough with her.
Usually, she’d force herself on me, and I wasn’t willing to hurt her to get her to stop, so I’d just sit there.
When I’d be in a certain mood and wanted to get her to fuck off for a while, I’d do that, and not even that intensely, and she folded every time.
She’d call a safe word and pout for days, saying I was too rough,” he explains, and I laugh.
“I once sucked off a man and made him cry,” I say, and he laughs with me.
“Baby, I think we are perfect for each other,” Zeke says, kissing me.
“What if Dawson is a vanilla fucker?” I ask. “I can’t be with someone who can’t feed my trauma responses, Zee.”
“Does he know you are a kinky little thing?” Zeke asks.
“Mmm. Kinda. I told him once that a man called me a freak for wanting to be choked. I said it made me feel bad because when I was raped, he choked me,” I explain. “He told me it was normal and healthy, and I had no reason to feel bad.”
“When was this?”
“The same day I felt his tree trunk cock,” I giggle, and he smiles. “I think I’m a masochist.”
“You think so?” he laughs. “I love it.”
“I’m tired,” I yawn.
“Rest, love. I’m right here,” he says, kissing me.
I relax into him and allow myself to drift away. Just as I am slipping into my dreams, I’m jolted awake by Zeke’s phone ringing.
“Hello,” Zeke rumbles. “Fuck… Okay. No, I’m with her. We will be there soon… Yep…”
“No,” I whine.
“There’s a body,” he says, kissing the top of my head.
“Ugh!” I groan loudly but get up with Zeke. We start getting dressed, and I sleepily make my way out to my car. I hand off the keys to Zeke because I am not in any position to drive this tired.
“We need to tell Kevin that we are together,” Zeke says as we drive.
“He’s going to know the second we pull up in my car,” I laugh.
“Yeah, we will have to sign something with him. It will basically just be us saying that we agreed to keep our shit out of the station, and if we don’t, we are subject to termination.”
“Fair enough,” I shrug. “So… Maybe I should’ve mentioned this before. Probably could’ve been a conversation…”
“Oh, I thought about it. You aren’t on birth control, are you?” he asks, glancing at me.
“…Nope,” I say with a nervous smile.
“Baby, I’ve always wanted children with you. I will keep you pregnant if you let me,” he says bluntly.
“What about my job?” I ask.
“Kevin will just require you to get a doctor's note saying that you are allowed to move around as normal. Once you start showing, he will keep you out of situations where you are more susceptible to getting hurt. You will still have your position, and there is a really nice daycare down the block that everyone at the station uses. They cater primarily to first responders. Plus, your parents would be fucking thrilled to watch the baby.”
“You are going to knock me up, aren’t you?” I ask with a grin.
“If you don’t get on birth control or ask me to wear a condom, absolutely,” he says.
“Well, let’s not like… track ovulation or anything. But if it happens, it happens,” I say.
“Deal,” he says, holding my hand.