Chapter 6 #2
“Tell me why you need me.” I cup her chin in my hand and rub my thumb along her jaw. “Tell me why you’re so desperate for me to fuck your ass.”
“Because it’s yours.” Her voice breaks. “Because every part of me belongs to you. Because I need you to use me so I can feel like I’m yours again.”
I had planned to tease her. To make her beg, but I need to give her what she wants more. It just about killed me that I didn’t allow her to come earlier, and I can’t make her wait anymore.
“Stand up.”
She rises on shaking legs. I guide her to the bed and position her on her hands and knees.
I grip the plug and twist it slowly. She moans and pushes back against my hand.
“I love what a needy little wife you are.” I pull the plug out inch by inch. She gasps as it stretches her wider before finally releasing. “Look at this greedy hole. Already stretched and ready for me.”
I set the plug aside and strip off my clothes. When I’m naked, I grab the lube from the nightstand and pour it over my fingers.
I work the lube into her ass. First one finger, and then a second. Stretching her even more. Preparing her even though the plug had been doing that work for hours.
She pants, pushing back against my hand.
“Please, Dane. I’m ready. Please just fuck me.”
“Come here.”
She shifts on her knees so she’s facing me. I resist the urge to grip her hair and fuck her throat.
“Hold up your hand, kitten.”
Whitney does as she’s told, and I pour lube into her hand.
“Get my dick ready.”
She cups her hand around my cock and strokes me, applying the lube along my length. I can’t help myself and sink my fingers into her hair and move her mouth where I want it. “That’s such a good girl. Suck my balls while you do that.”
Her hand doesn’t stop working my dick as her mouth seals around one of my balls.
I can hardly stand still from the urge to fuck her. I pick her up and turn her so her ass is where I need it, then push her down so her chest is on the bed. She’s pinned there, so she can’t move.
I position myself behind her. The head of my cock presses against her stretched opening.
I push inside slowly. She’s so fucking tight even after hours of the plug stretching her.
“Fuck.” I pull out and then work myself back in. “This ass was made for my cock.”
I give her time to adjust. Let her feel every inch as I sink deeper. When I’m fully seated inside her, we both go still.
“How does that feel, kitten?”
“Full.” She gasps the word. “So full. It’s breathtaking.”
I start to move. Slow, deliberate thrusts that make her moan with each one. This is different from fucking her pussy. And I won’t be able to go this slowly for much longer.
“Do you like me using your ass?”
“Yes.” She pushes back to meet my thrusts. “Fuck yes.”
I fuck her harder. My hands grip her hips hard enough to bruise. The sounds she makes are desperate and needy. I’ll never get enough of her.
I stop moving, and she cries out in frustration. Then, she rocks her hips and fucks herself with my dick.
“Goddamnit, Whitney. Look at yourself. Look at my horny little slut of a wife.” I spank her ass while she fucks my cock.
I let her have her fun for a few minutes, then I grip the back of her neck and pin her to the mattress.
She whimpers before I slam into her ass with a brutal thrust. “But I think my kitten would rather be used and fucked.”
Her cheeks are wet with tears, but she begs me not to stop.
I reach around and find her clit, circling it with my fingers while I continue to thrust into her ass.
“Dane—” My name comes out as a sob. “Please. I need it.”
I work her clit in tight circles. Feel her body tense as she gets closer. Feel her ass clench around my cock with each stroke.
With my hand on her neck, I wrap it around her throat, pulling her back against my chest so her spine is pressed against me. The angle drives my cock deeper into her ass.
“Please,” she gasps. “Choke me harder.”
I tighten my grip. Not enough to cut off air completely, but enough that she has to work for each breath.
“Is this what you need, kitten? My hand on your throat while I explode in your ass?”
“Yes.” The word comes out strangled. “Yes, please. Harder.”
I squeeze harder. My fingers work her clit faster. My cock drives into her ass with brutal thrusts. I kiss along her cheek and ear.
She’s gasping now and fighting for each breath. Her body trembles in my arms.
“Come for me,” I growl against her ear. “Come right fucking now.”
She comes with a choked scream. Her entire body locks up. Her ass clamps down on my cock so hard I see stars. I can feel her pulse racing against my palm.
She’s gasping for air, and the sound pushes me over the edge.
I bury myself deep and empty everything I have inside her. My cock pulses. My vision blurs. I hold her against me and come harder than I have in years.
I release her throat so she can catch her breath. She gasps and coughs and collapses back against me.
“You did so well.” I kiss her temple. “Such a good girl.”
She doesn’t respond, just buries her face in my neck. I know her ass must burn, even if she’s too proud to admit it. She might like the pain when it’s mixed with pleasure, but now it has to hurt.
I hold her so she doesn’t fall and wait while her breathing returns to normal. She’s even more gorgeous like this.
I pull out of her and then scoop her into my arms. She’s so exhausted she can barely move while I carry her to the bathroom.
I set her on the counter while I start the water. She sags against the mirror as I prepare everything. Steam fills the bathroom, and I add some of the nearby oils to the water.
When the tub is full, I lift her into my arms again and lower us both into the water with her in my lap. She leans back against my chest with a sigh.
“I didn’t know you could be so nice.” She laughs, but then grips my thighs to hold me there like I might try to leave her.
“Only to you.” I run my hands over her shoulders. “Don’t tell anyone. Not that they would believe you, anyway.”
“Dane?” Her voice comes out soft.
“Yes, kitten?”
“Why me?”
My hands stop moving. “What do you mean?”
“That night. Before Gerald, I mean.” She turns slightly to look at me. “Why did you approach me? You could have any woman you want—you must know that.”
Her voice holds a vulnerability I’ve never heard before. And I can’t help but wonder if Harrison is the one who put it there.
“You were different from any other woman there. The other women smiled and flirted, but you were pure fire. I couldn’t stop staring at you. You looked like you wanted to burn the place down, and part of me wanted to see what would happen if I handed you a match.”
She laughs softly, but there’s no real humor in it. “I should have done just that.”
Whitney is quiet for a moment, then sighs.
“I thought that night that you were the man I was going to marry.” She turns in my arms to face me fully. Her eyes search mine. “I begged my father not to make the deal with Gerald. I wanted you. And part of me still hates you for that.”
I understand that. A part of me hates her for making me want her, too.
The other part of me hates myself for letting the Ravens control me then. I’d like to say I wouldn’t make the same choice again, but I know how the game is played. Play the wrong card at the wrong time, and you end up dead. I have different power now that I’m playing with a whole different deck.
“The arrangement with Gerald was already done.” I fight to keep my tone neutral. “Your father had accepted his offer.”
“But you had the money. You had the power in your family’s name.” She pauses. “Why didn’t you?”
The hurt in her voice causes an ache in my chest. I don’t know what the fuck that feeling is, and I don’t like it one bit. But what’s done is done.
“The Council had wanted the match.” My voice is cold and direct. “I was twenty-four years old with three kids and had already lost a wife. I was still proving myself within the Ravens. There was nothing I could do then.”
“So you didn’t fight for me.”
“You were raised in this world just as I was, Whitney.” I’m losing my patience, but I cup her face so she will hear my fucking words. “I wanted you, Whitney. But they would have killed both of us. Surely you know that. Now I’m the one who sends the Talons to drag back or kill the ones who run.”
“And now?” Her voice is barely a whisper.
“Now you’re mine because I paid for you and married you. The Ravens can’t take you from me.” I stroke her jaw with my thumb. “I take what I want, kitten. But I’ve learned to play this game.”
“So if the Council told you to give me up,” she says slowly, “you would do it?”
The question hangs between us. She’s testing me. And I don’t like being tested.
The truth is that I would kill every member of the Council before I let them take her. But that’s madness, and I don’t even want to acknowledge that reality to myself. That would be admitting that she has power over me, and I can’t do that.
“The Council won’t tell me to give you up. You’re my legal wife. You belong to me by every law the Ravens recognize. I control your fate with the Ravens, and your place is here with me now.”
She trembles against me, and I search her face in the silence. I can’t read what she’s thinking when she was so easy to read before. Then, she turns back around in the bath, leaning back against my chest.
“I understand.”
The words sound more like she’s trying to convince herself. She needs to believe she’s safe with me. That I’m the one in control of her future and there’s nothing that will happen to her. Whatever Harrison is planting in her head, I’ll get it out of her soon. Then I’ll deal with him.
I’m going to break one of his bones for every single second he’s made her worry.
I tighten my arms around her and kiss her temple. It’s a first for me. There has never been another like Whitney. I’ve never held a woman longer than it took to fuck her.
I’m Dane Sinclair. I’m always in control.
But my wife has taken hold, and I don’t know what to do about it.
I’ll start by dealing with Harrison Lockwood.