Chapter Seven
Kris
Gasping for breath, Kris called out around the fingers in her mouth.
It was the strangest thing, but the command to suck at those digits while his other fingers were lodged deep in her sex had driven her wild, and she’d been temporarily lost to the unraveling pleasure of his possession.
Spasming around him, she realized her passion now seemed to depend upon Kronos himself.
Without him, there was only a vacuum of unspent need and emptiness.
“How was that, little one?” His tone spoke of his own need, and she mewled when his fingers withdrew from her mouth.
“That was incredible, Master. Thank you.”
For the first time since they’d woken, she wished the gloom would clear to reveal his handsome face. She needed to see him, needed to be reminded what a blessing he was.
“Can I help you now, Master?”
She twisted to glance back at him in the darkness. His face was there somewhere, that same striking visage she’d first witnessed on her own street that had become her ultimate fascination. It seemed she was more captivated than captive.
“I’m going to fuck you into this mattress so hard that you won’t know what’s hit you.” His voice washed over her, her lips curling in response to his alleged threat.
The hand that had insisted on her silence lowered to her throat, his fingers draped there as he withdrew from her sex. She lamented the loss, groaning until the digits, still slick with her desire, skimmed over her skin and pressed at her lips.
“Clean me,” he demanded in a gravelly tone. “And then you’re going to get on your hands and knees and give yourself to me.”
“Yes, Master.” She couldn’t think of anything she wanted more than to capitulate.
Parting her mouth, she lapped at his fingertips, tasting her own arousal. He might have toppled her into ecstasy, but nothing was going to satiate her longing except the pulsing shaft she could feel trying to burrow inside her.
“You’re good at that,” he praised, while the hand at her throat stiffened slightly. “I need to have you polish my cock more often.”
She moaned in agreement, hoping her rolling hips would confirm the noise’s meaning. As illogical as it sounded, she couldn’t think of any way she’d rather show her devotion to him.
“Okay.” He pulled the fingers from her mouth, somehow managing to find and gently slap one breast as the hand withdrew. “Up now.”
He was gone in a heartbeat, his hot body disappearing into the lonely darkness.
Bereaved without him, and abruptly conscious of the chilly air, she followed suit, pulling herself upright and then onto all fours as he’d instructed.
With no sign of him in the black, she was guided only by his movement on the bed and the sounds of his breath as he edged forward.
“Head toward your pillow.” His order cut through the shadows, helping to guide her
Settling into place, she was aware of his weight moving behind her. First, there was only the shifting mattress, and then came one hand at her hip, holding her in place as he steadied himself.
His knees brushed the back of hers, nudging her legs wider without words, and she succumbed without protest. Biting her lip, she sensed the crown of his cock grazing across her backside.
She was so wet for him; so eager to be filled.
It was like she’d become a void, an empty, meaningless space that needed her master to remind her of her value, and instead of offending, that notion only added fuel to the wildfire.
Arching her back, she waited, straining her senses to try to understand the delay. He was right there. She could feel his heat and the throbbing erection desperate to give them both what they wanted.
So, what was the problem?
“Master?” In the end, there was no choice but to offer him a pitiful plea.
She was sure his hesitation was all part of the game; the headfuck he was wielding as amplified power over her, and grudgingly, she had to acknowledge its effectiveness. Waiting on all fours like an animal, she didn’t think she’d ever been more frantic.
“So impatient.” He chuckled, running one of those enormous palms over the curve of her ass and up along her shoulder blade. “You’re going to wait until your master is ready.”
She groaned in reply, reveling in the feel of his hands on her, yet simultaneously eager to have him back inside her. Hell, he had her so worked up that she hardly knew what she wanted anymore.
“Fortunately for you, I’m as enthusiastic as you are, little one.” His hand slid back along her body. “So, you do not have to wait too much longer.”
He lunged forward, his cock slipping straight between her legs and impaling her in one sweeping motion. There was no choice but to cry out at the intensity, her mouth parting into a silent ‘O’ as he eased away and slammed back into her.
“Is that what you need?” One of his hands grasped for her hair and yanked her head backward.
She winced at the sudden hurt, reveling in the depth of his possession as he forced her into a more extreme arch.
“Yes, Master.” She managed the words somehow, her eyes fluttering closed as his pace increased.
“But this isn’t about your pleasure, is it?” His hips stilled abruptly, and the other palm came crashing down on the side of her right ass cheek.
Fuck.
Absorbing the strike, she blew out a breath. “No, Master. This is about you.”
“Kind of you to say so.” His rhythm resumed again, the tempo calmer as the palm that had swatted her landed on the covers beside her right hand.
Swathed by his body and the darkness, her desire began to furl again. There was something animalistic about the position, a sense that she had no say over the way he ravaged her. The lack of control heightened the sensations, driving her closer to the edge of another soul-shattering orgasm.
“Face down now.” He released the grip on her hair and pressed down lightly on her upper back.
She whimpered at the change of tack but ceded without a fuss, folding over the soft covers below with his cock still wedged between her folds.
“Master, that was so good.”
There was a hint of a complaint in her voice as she tried to find a comfortable place for her face. He’d already told her that the coupling wasn’t about her pleasure, yet, my God, if he was going to wind her up so tightly, then he might as well know it.
“And this will be even better.” He lowered his face to her shoulder, his hot lips skimming over her skin.
She moaned in response, increasingly flattened against the bed as he settled in place.
Turning back to the bed, she shifted on her forearms. The latest position easily afforded her enough room to take a breath, yet something about being compressed beneath him sparked the old anxiety she’d felt in the little white cell.
Suddenly, she was absurdly conscious of how little space there was for her chest to expand against the mattress.
It wouldn’t have taken much effort on his part to push her down entirely and cut off her air supply.
He won’t do that.
The reassurance pinballed in her mind, but it wasn’t enough to quell the trepidation twisting inside her. Pinned between his forearms, there was nowhere for her to go, and when his hips thrust forward again, despite her attempts to lose herself to the sensation, her apprehension intensified.
Filling her up over and over again, Kronos’ roars grew louder.
He was balls deep inside her, compelling her to take every inch of him, and she was helpless to do anything but receive, torn between her throbbing clit and her ballooning panic.
Somehow, it didn’t matter that she knew she was getting enough air; the illusion that it was slowly diminishing increased with every sexy grunt that escaped his throat.
“Master!”
Ultimately, there was no choice but to cry out between his groans. She had no desire to ruin his growing passion, but she couldn’t quell the rising claustrophobia.
“Kristina?” His head lowered to the side of hers, though his hips didn’t stop their relentless pursuit. “What is it?”
“Please.” She could hardly get the word out, her voice rasping as she tried to explain. “I can’t breathe.”
The weight of his chest was lifted from her at once, although they remained intimately connected.
“You’re safe.” There was effort in his voice, but his hips finally stilled.
“I know. I just…”
He pressed over her gently, his lips grazing the side of her face and stirring her with the sensuality.
She turned to meet his mouth as best she could, her fear contracting at the sudden reprieve.
Nipping at her sensitive skin, his lips roused her, and in the heat of the moment, it took her a few seconds to realize her body had actually left the smothering covers.
“I have you.” His arm snaked beneath her, his hand clutching at her breast. “You have enough breath now.”
She pulled in a breath, as if testing his hypothesis. “Yes, Master.”
In her mind’s eye, she conceived the scene.
He had elevated them both from his covers and was somehow suspending them together in the black.
She closed her eyes at the preposterous idea, pushing down her incredulity.
It shouldn’t have been possible, but then she could have said the same for so much about Kronos.
He moved again, his cock unhurried as it provoked a guttural groan from her. Despite the dread still pinballing in her chest, she still wanted him.
She always wanted him.
Closing her eyes, she accepted his demanding cadence.
Kronos was everything. This thing they’d discovered together was everything, and as he took her breath away, she realized what should have been obvious.
There was no walking away from whatever they’d created.
Even if she could have fled the scene, her escape would have been futile.
For what was the point of freedom when she craved her captor?
“Kristina.”
His free hand rose to her cheek, cradling her face as he reached his peak. The primal growl that rose from his throat was electrifying, her body tensing at the sound, although paradoxically, she’d never felt more secure in her life.
“Kronos.” She whispered his name into the darkness, realizing she was smiling at the sound.
In her, on her, and over her, he was somehow still suspending them in the air above his bed, but in the haze of their pleasure, she scarcely even questioned the reality. Head whirring with the sense of his propriety, her pussy clenched his cock, milking the remnants of his orgasm from the organ.
A satisfied silence settled over them. A hot, sordid, and encompassing quiet that promised her sanctuary and salvation.
Leaning against his palm, all thoughts of her ever fleeing again were lost to the ether.