18 #2
She gasps and starts gagging, but I don’t let her get used to it before I’m pounding into her, each of my thrusts hitting the back of her throat.
She looks so goddamn sexy as she chokes around my girth, tears winding down her splotchy-red face.
Right now I want to make her cry, so I wrap my hand around her throat again.
Her gagging gets more intense, before all noise is cut off, and her red splotches smooth out into a uniform dark color.
There’s something addictive about feeling her life force beat under my hand, knowing I control it. Knowing it’s mine. She’s mine.
Her hands reaching up to bat against my thighs tell me I’m squeezing her too hard.
I loosen my hold around her neck slightly, but I don’t want her thinking she had any role in making that happen.
I grab her wrists with my other hand, steadying them, before I drive into her so hard her head slams against the wall behind her.
More tears spring up to her eyes, but these aren’t the right kind.
I release her neck entirely and bring my hand to her head, shielding it from the wall behind her as I feel my balls tighten, and soon, I’m releasing strings of seed into her mouth, and watching her swallow it all.
Fuck, it’s so good. I take a few steps back, panting hard. Her big green eyes, glittering with unshed tears, and her ass, squirming as she sits it on her legs, tell me she’s just as turned on as I am, and it does something to me.
Something that is not good at all.
I feel myself inching back toward that old precipice, and I do not want to fall.
I can’t do a thing but teeter at its edge, though, as I growl, “Get up. Turn around. Hands against the wall.”
Without ever breaking my gaze, she slowly brings a thumb to her chin, wiping up a trickle of my arousal, then just as slowly, she pushes it to her lips and tastes it.
“Lia,” I hiss. “Turn the fuck around. Now.”
She turns, just as slowly as she can, as though she’s suddenly dead set on proving I don’t control her. I’m back to being furious, but it’s the kind of anger that turns me on. I find myself regretting I came in her mouth, because I want to show her who owns the rest of her.
I settle on bringing my hand down on her left ass cheek, hard.
“Who do you belong to, Lia?”
This time, she gives me the right answer. “You,” she answers tremulously.
“Uh huh.” Another loud smack. “Tell me again. Who fucking owns you?”
Smack. “You do,” she says, her voice stronger, edged with arousal, as she brings her ass back to meet my hand.
I smack her again twice, as hard as I can, before parting her cheeks. She lets out a strangled squeak as I admire the puckered hole between them.
Mine. All fucking mine.
“I’m going to hurt you,” I breathe into her ear, while my finger plays with her tight asshole. “Want me to hurt you, ghost girl?”
“Yes, Logan,” she chokes out, once more arching back to meet my fingers. “Yes, please.”
“Please?” I chortle. “I’m going to make you regret saying yes, Lia. I swear to god, I’m going to make you regret it.”
I roughly shove my finger up her ass, then add another one.
“Does that hurt?” I growl.
She gasps as I start to drive my fingers in and out of her, far more gently than I intended. “It feels… weird.”
I push a third one inside her, and she keels forward, biting down on a cry.
“How about now?”
“Yes,” she whimpers in a strangled voice. “Yes, it hurts. Fuck, it hurts!”
“Good,” I say, wrapping my arm around her and crushing her to me. I start to fingerfuck her so hard I’ve got her standing on tiptoes as she tries to meet every thrust. “Good. I told you it was going to hurt, brat.”
“It hurts… it hurts… it hurts so fucking good!”
This girl. I grab one of her tits and pinch it hard as I continue to own her ass with my fingers. “How about now, Lia? Is it still hurting good?”
“Yes! Fuck yes! Keep going, Logan! Please keep going!”
That does it. I’m both pissed as fuck and painfully hard. Despite coming in her mouth just moments before, I pull out my fingers and press my cock against her ass instead, after rubbing it with the slickness of her pussy instead of lube.
“Oh… oh my god,” she stammers. “What are you doing, Logan?”
“I’m showing you who fucking owns you,” I hiss, “because it seems to me you’ve forgotten it.” I could kick myself for adding after a beat, “Is that okay?”
Weak. Weak, weak, weak, weak.
“Yes, Logan. Yes. But… I’m scared.”
Well, I guess that makes two of us.
“Relax.”
“I… can’t.”
“Then don’t.”
I give her another two hard smacks, and she’s so busy reeling from them that she doesn’t have time to brace herself before I’m pushing into her.
She bites her arm with the effort of not crying out, and after my initial rough thrust, I stay inside her for a few moments without moving.
Both to let her get used to my girth, and to drink in the way her tight walls squeeze around me.
Oh, fuck. This is heaven.
I think I’d be happy to stay in her ass for the rest of my life.
I think I’d be happy to die here.
But I’m so hard I can’t help but start thrusting, gently at first, because I can tell it hurts her, then roughly, because fuck, does it feel good.
Not even the arm she’s stuffed against her mouth can keep the cries from spilling out, half pain, all arousal, as I drive in and out of her, then toss her stomach-down on the bed so I can pound into her all the harder.
I slam a palm on her mouth and pull her hair with my other hand, violently thrusting into her until my balls tighten and I’m filling her with a second load.
I pull out, admiring the way my cum trickles out of her ass. My ass.
Then I flip her around, and my stomach sinks to the floor when I see tears on her face.
Damn it.
I guess fucking her twice in a row has squashed the sadistic side of me, or maybe, it’s because I don’t understand why she’s crying. I’m not sure what’s going on, but her tears don’t have their usual effect on me. They frighten me.
“What’s wrong, Lia?” I whisper, stroking her curls away from her damp face.
She sniffs loudly. “I’m… I’m scared, Logan. Please… never leave me.”
Cruel words. My heart cripples in my chest, and I have to take deep breaths to calm myself.
“I’m here.”
“I mean that I… I just… please, Logan. I’m so fucking scared.”
It’s all I can do to bite down on my urge to reassure her. I have to remind myself, forcefully, that she deserves it. She deserves it all.
Of course, I’m relieved as fuck that she wasn’t raped, but in a way, it’s made things more complicated.
I was going to kill him. I would have in a heartbeat.
I had it all planned out: I was going to drive her straight to him, in that secluded place he wanted us to meet him, and I was going to shoot him in the head. Consequences be damned.
But now she’s told me he didn’t do it. I know he’s hit her, and I don’t know how I can let him walk away from that.
Yet killing him would endanger Damien and Everest. The entire family would come after me if I killed the don’s son, and I have no doubt Damien and Everest would take my side.
We wouldn’t stand a chance. I just can’t do that to my friends.
Especially not for a snake like Lia.
So I stay silent, lying down beside her. I can keep the reassurance in my throat, but I can’t prevent my fingers from stroking the side of her face.
Silence stretches between us for full minutes, before she breaks it with a whisper. “What now?”
“Now,” I say, my eyes dragging up and down her beautiful ghostly pale, freckled body, “Now, I’m going to give you the best orgasm of your life.”
Her face breaks into a smile, but I can sense all the pain, all the confusion, hidden behind it. All she says, though, is, “Okay.”
“I don’t need your permission,” I grunt.
Liar.
“You’re the only one who’s ever made me come,” she murmurs as I spread her legs, settling between them.
“What?”
“I’ve never come bef—never mind. Forget I said it.”
She chews on her lower lip as I stare at her. I guess she wasn’t lying when she said she and Carmelo don’t have sex, and while that relieves me, I’m also at a loss, because she can’t possibly be saying she’s… never orgasmed before me?
“Haven’t you ever touched yourself?”
“Logan!” she gasps, as though I’ve said something sacrilegious.
“What? Doesn’t everybody? How the hell have you been alive for eighteen years without ever getting an orgasm? You’re fucking with me, Lia.”
“I’m not.” Her voice comes out muffled between her hands. “Doesn’t matter. Never mind.”
“It does matter.”
I force her hands away from her face, trapping them to either side of her. “Are you really saying no one’s ever given you an orgasm before? Only me?”
“Only you, Logan,” she confirms softly.
“And I’m supposed to believe you?”
Her face hardens very slightly, but she only shrugs.
“So you’ve never… touched yourself?”
Her features relax, her skin turning splotchy red. “Logan! I don’t do that.”
A snort escapes my lips. “What do you mean, you don’t do that?”
“I was raised right,” she huffs, folding her arms and looking cross. “You know, go to church every Sunday. No masturbation. No sex before marriage—”
This time, I laugh outright. “Oh, yeah? And how’s that working out for you?”
“It’s working out fine,” she snaps, her voice back to the harshness I remember so well from when we were younger. “I’ve never—”
“You’ve never had sex before marriage. Right.” I roll my eyes. “So you are the Virgin Mary.”
She opens and closes her mouth a number of times. “I did have Aurora before… I mean… the wedding… I made a lot of mistakes, Logan. A lot of mistakes. If I could go back in time… but I can’t.”
“No,” I agree. “You can’t.”
Her voice quivers, and before I can stop her, she drags her knees up and hugs them to her chest.