37 #2
I run my hands down her waist, over the swell of her hips. “Life isn’t fair, baby. Some girls are meant to be free. Others are meant to be locked up in pretty gold cages. That’s you, Lia. That’s your fate in life. Now, be a good girl and cry for me.”
She does cry—she cries a little too convincingly. I lead her down on my lap, cradling her in my arms.
“Baby,” I murmur. “Please, Lia… please, don’t…”
“You’re cruel.” Even as she says the words, she nestles her head in my chest. “I wish I’d stayed in Ireland. I wish I’d lost my memory for good, so it wouldn’t hurt so much when you talk to me like that. I wish the rope had…”
“Shh, Lia.” I place a palm over her mouth, unwilling to hear the rest of that sentence. “Please don’t talk like that. I love you.”
“People don’t lock people they love up in cages.”
“I haven’t. You’re not in a cage.”
“I am. The worst kind of cage.” She wipes at the tears on her face and I let her, even though I wish I could lick them away. “The kind that’s invisible, so I can’t even break out of it.”
“Okay, Lia.” I sigh, hesitating a beat, but her thick ass sitting on my knees, clad only in panties, prevents me from feeling bad for too long. “I promise I’ll let you out regularly. I can take you on walks. Like a cute little puppy. I’ll even get you a leash and everything.”
What the fuck is wrong with me for taunting her like that when I set out to comfort her? And worse, getting turned on by it?
But we’re two kinds of fucked-up, because even as fresh tears spill from her eyes, she squirms in my lap.
“What do you want from me, Lia?” I breathe, stroking up and down her thighs, and her squirming intensifies. “How can I make my little caged ghost feel free?”
“You can’t. I don’t want to feel free. I want to be free.”
I lick up her neck, kissing her under her earlobe, while my hand alternates rubbing her lower stomach and upper thighs. “I’ll let you have anything short of that. Anything in the whole world. Just tell me.”
At last she lets out a long, shuddering sigh. “Fine. Then I guess… make me come.”
The knot in my stomach dissolves just a bit, even though I know this isn’t over. For all her brattiness, my girl has a submissive side to her. But underneath is hard steel. Freedom is important to her, and she won’t give in.
I’m just as stubborn, though, and I’m determined to win this battle of wills. I’m going to tame her.
I push her down abruptly so her stomach slides over my lap.
“I don’t want a spanking, Logan,” she protests. “I want to come.”
“I only let well-spanked girls come,” I tease, running my hand over the swell of her ass. She wiggles it enticingly as she tries to get away, and I slap it hard.
“Logan!”
“Don’t worry, baby. You’ll get your orgasm. Just let me have some fun first.”
I hike up her long shirt, taking in her thick curves that strain the flimsy fabric of her cotton panties. I rip those off and go back to stroking her ass, pinching and kneading it until she moans.
Her legs part, and I can just make out the wetness between them. I rub my fingers up and down her thighs, just avoiding the place that I can tell she’s aching for me to touch.
“You know, what I can’t understand,” I murmur, sliding a finger over her crack and causing her cheeks to jiggle as she tries once more to escape my touch, “is how a girl with such a thick ass as you can keep disappearing.”
“Logan!” she snaps, before moaning loudly when I go back to teasing the skin around her pussy.
“Seriously, it defies the laws of physics. There’s just so much matter here…
” I grab both her ass cheeks and squeeze them together before parting them, enjoying the way her flesh wobbles, and she hides her face in her hands.
“You shouldn’t be able to just disappear in thin air.
At the very least, your ass should remain. ”
“I know I’m fat,” she groans. “You don’t have to rub it in.”
My answer to her words is a dozen hard smacks that leave her gasping. “You’re beautiful, Lia. And your ass is fucking magnificent, that’s what it is. If I could spend the rest of my life with my cock inside it, I’d die happy. And that’s the truth.”
“Well, I guess I don’t have a choice in the matter, since you’ll be keeping me in your cage,” she grumbles.
I know she means to make me feel guilty, but she only succeeds in making my cock harder.
“That’s right, Lia. That’s fucking right. Now, do bratty captives get lube or should we do it dry?”
“Logan!” She tries again to scurry away, but I keep a firm grip on her ass cheeks, pushing her down on the mattress and straddling her thighs.
“Your invisible cage doesn’t have a door,” I tell her, leaning over to catch the bottle of lube on the nightstand, “but it does have a window. Now, you know the way to open it. Red still works.”
“Asshole.”
I squirt the cool gel on her, before taking out my cock and fisting it. “Asshole? Or red?”
“Asshole. Stop. I want you to stop.”
“Whatever you want, baby.”
I push the tip of my cock into her, and she hisses loudly as I continue to slowly invade her. “Should I go faster, Lia? Do you want me to make it hurt worse?”
“No. Stop!”
“Okay.” I drive in all the way as she muffles a scream in her arm. Then I grab the blanket, pushing it down over her head and back, and keeping her pinned to the mattress that way as I start thrusting my cock into her, so fast and hard all she can do is lie prostrate and take it.
Oh, fuck, it’s so good, the way her tight walls squeeze my cock. I really could stay here forever.
But I suddenly realize how violent I’m being, especially given how fresh the injury still is. Concern makes me slow down.
“How are you, baby?” I grunt between slower thrusts. “Want to say the safe word?”
“Ahh… stop!”
“Are you forgetting your colors, baby?” I stroke her lower back and she moans.
“I said stop,” she mumbles. “You know what that means. Stop making me feel like I have a choice.”
Then she lets out a string of curse words, and smirking, I pick up my pace again, until my balls tighten and I’m coming inside her.
I’ve had a lot of time to dream about this moment, but it’s even better than I remembered.
I pull out, parting her cheeks to watch the cum trickle out of her reddened hole.
“That looks painful, baby.”
“It is.” She squirms around, but I keep a tight hold on her cheeks, watching her ring of muscle tense and spasm helplessly.
“I wish I had something else to stick inside that sweet little hole of yours, while I’m getting hard again.” I stroke up and down her crack, before pumping her quickly with two fingers as she moans. “You look far too empty. Don’t you need something to stuff you, baby?”
A muffled sound comes out of her throat that sounds a lot like asshole.