Chapter 8 #2
His voice drops into that low, dangerous growl. “That’s cute. I don’t want you to fucking recover. I want you begging for me while you’re still cumming from the last one.”
My ribs lock, my body arching into him. “You’re going to take me now.” His hand fists tighter in my hair. “You’re going to cum so many fucking times you forget why you begged me to stop.”
I pant, clawing at his shirt. “You want that?” His tongue drags over the bite on my throat. “You want me to take you until you don’t know where you end?”
“Yes—fuck—please—”
He laughs, low and sharp. “That’s it, pretty girl. Beg for it. Beg for me to ruin you.”
I can’t stop the words falling from me. “I’ll take everything,” I choke. “Fucking use me—take me—just don’t stop—”
His hand snaps the chain tighter, dragging me harder into his lap, his cock grinding right where I’m soaked and aching for him. “Good girl.” His breath fractures. “That’s all you are now. Mine to fuck. Mine to break. Mine to fill.”
I cry out, desperate, feral. “You’re going to beg me to cum so deep you feel me every time you fucking sit down.”
My whole body stutters. “You’re going to beg me to cum inside you so many fucking times you forget how it feels to be empty.”
I sob his name, my voice wrecked.
“Look at you.” His hand grips my throat, tilting my head back. “Already fucked dumb for me and I haven’t even filled you yet.”
His cock grinds against me harder, sharp and perfect. “You want me to fuck you stupid, pretty girl?”
“Yes—fuck—yes—please—”
His lips drag over my throat, his laugh possessive. “I’ll give you exactly what you’re begging for.”
His cock slides inside me in one brutal, perfect thrust that knocks the air out of my lungs. I scream for him, my head snapping back, my nails carving into his arms. “That’s it.” His breath shudders. “Scream for me. Let them hear who you fucking belong to.”
His pace is merciless. “Take it.” His voice cuts through me. “Take every inch. Take every fucking drop.”
I sob, clinging to him. “I’ll fuck you until the only thing you know is my name.”
His cock drags deeper, harder, his hands gripping me like he’s never letting me go. “I’ll fuck you until you can’t say anything but mine.”
I choke on a gasp, falling apart. “You’re not cumming until I say so.”
His voice fractures into a filthy growl. “You’ll fucking hold it. You’ll stay right here until I give you permission.”
I sob for him, my thighs burning, every inch of me desperate. “That’s my good girl.”
His pace slams harder, sharper. “You’ll cum when I’m so deep you feel me for days.”
I’m breaking. I’m shaking. I’m wrecked.
“Beg for it.”
“Please—please—please, Damien—please—”
“You want me to fill you?”
“Yes—yes—fuck—please—”
“You want me to fuck you so deep you forget how to breathe without me?”
“Please—please—I need you—I need you—”
His pace slams harder, his grip locking me down. “You’ll cum with me.” His breath cracks. “You’ll take everything.”
“Yes—fuck—yes—”
“Cum.”
I shatter.
He crashes into me, his name tearing from my throat as I break, as I take every sharp, brutal pulse he pours into me. His body trembles against mine, his hands still fisting the chain.
“You’re mine.”
I sob, clinging to him. “I’m yours.”
“Say it again.”
“I’m yours.”
His lips crash to mine, filthy and desperate. “You’ll never fucking leave me.”
“Never.”
He drags me tighter into him like he can press me inside his ribs. “You’ll stay right fucking here.”
“Yes.”
His breath shudders. “You’re mine.”
“Yours.”
And I’ll stay his. Until I can’t breathe without him. Until I can’t fucking remember where I end.
His cock stays buried inside me, his grip locked around the chain like I’m still not fucking allowed to move. His breath shudders against my temple. “You think we’re done?”
His voice cuts through me, low and dangerous. “No,” I whisper, breathless.
His fingers grip my chin, tilting my face. “That’s right. You’re not getting a break.”
His cock drags out slow, then slams back inside me so deep I choke on a sob. “You’re going to take it again.”
His voice drops lower. “You’re going to hold every inch I give you, pretty girl.”
I whimper, clinging to him. “You’re gonna beg me to let you cum again. And I’m gonna tell you no.”
“Damien—please—”
“Not yet.” His hand snaps the chain tight, locking me down. “You don’t get to cum until I say so.”
His other hand drags between my legs, circling my clit, driving me insane. “Let’s see how desperate you can get for me.”
I sob, rolling my hips, begging. “You want to cum for me so bad, huh?”
“Please—fuck—please—”
“You’ll fucking hold it.”
I cry out, shaking. “You’ll stay right there on the edge for me.”
I can’t think. I can’t breathe. I can’t stop chasing him. “You’ll sit in my lap and let me fuck you until you’re so desperate you’ll fucking beg to cum.”
His thumb drags filthy circles, holding me just past the point of collapse. “Please—Damien—please—”
“Not yet.”
I sob, rocking against him, the pressure unbearable. “Tell me what you’ll let me do to you.”
“Anything—fuck—anything you want—”
“Say it.”
“You can do anything—anything—just don’t stop—”
His pace drags sharp and slow, grinding me to the edge. “You’ll let me edge you all fucking day, won’t you?”
“Yes—fuck—yes—”
“You’ll let me chain you to this cock until you’re so fucking ruined you’ll beg me to keep you forever.”
“Please—please—please—”
“You’ll cum for me when I say. You’ll hold it when I say. You’ll fucking belong to me.”
“I do—fuck—I do—please—”
His mouth crashes to mine. “Cum.”
I break. I shatter, cumming so hard I can’t even scream—just wrecked, desperate sobs. His grip slams me harder against him.
“That’s it,” he growls. “Cum for me. Fucking cum all over me.”
I fall apart in his lap, in his chain, in his hands.
“You’re mine,” he breathes. “You’ll cum when I tell you.”
“Yes—yes—fuck—yours—”
“You’ll stay right fucking here.”
I nod, tears spilling. “I’ll stay.”
He drags his mouth over my throat. “I’m not letting you go.”
“Good,” I whisper. “Don’t.”
His cock stays buried deep. “Good girl.”
And I’ll stay his. Even when my legs give out. Even when my voice breaks. Even when I can’t remember what it felt like to belong to anyone but him.
His hands loosen in my hair, sliding down to cradle my jaw, his thumbs trembling. His breath cracks against my skin. “You don’t fucking get it,” he whispers, his voice raw. “You think I’m doing this to you.”
I can’t speak. His eyes drag over my face like he’s trying to memorise me before I disappear.
“But you’re doing it to me.” His jaw clenches. “You’re the one fucking ruining me.”
The words hit so deep my ribs cave.
“You’re the one I can’t stop thinking about when you’re in the other fucking room.” His forehead presses to mine. “You’re the one I can’t stop fucking needing, even when I’m inside you.”
His breath breaks. “Nothing’s ever enough, you hear me? I could fuck you a thousand times and it still wouldn’t be enough.”
His grip tightens on my jaw. “You could beg me every fucking day and I’d still need you to beg harder. You could give me everything, and I’d still tear you open looking for more.”
I whimper, pressing into him. “You think I want to ruin you?” His voice drops to an obsession. “Baby, I’ve already ruined myself for you.”
His breath shudders. “You don’t fucking leave me, you hear me? You don’t fucking walk away. You don’t get to.”
His mouth brushes mine, soft and breaking. “Even if you wanted to, I wouldn’t let you.” He pulls me closer, like he’s trying to pull me inside his ribs. “You’re not safe from me. You’ll never be safe from me.”
His thumb drags down my throat like he’s checking if he can still feel me breathing. “And I don’t want you to be.”
I sob, clinging to him. His breath fractures. “You don’t run from me, baby. You fucking run to me.”
I nod, breaking for him. “I’ll always run to you.”
His laugh cracks, soft and sharp. “That’s my girl.”
His mouth crashes to mine, dragging the words into me like a promise. “You’re my home now.”
I choke on a sob. “You’ve always been mine,” I whisper.
His grip bruises. “And you always fucking will be.”
His cock pulses inside me. “I could bury myself in you for the rest of my life and it still wouldn’t be enough. I want you ruined. I want you so fucking wrecked you can’t survive a day without me.”
I nod. “Take me.”
His breath shudders. “Baby,” he whispers. “I already have.”
And I don’t want him to stop.
His breath stutters against my skin. “You don’t get it. You’re not something I found. You’re something I was missing.”
I can’t fucking breathe. My ribs collapse. My whole body clenches around him.
“I didn’t fall for you.” His eyes cut into mine. “I crashed into you.”
His forehead presses to mine. “You think you’re still whole?” His laugh fractures. “Baby, I’ve been pulling pieces out of you since the day I touched you.”
I choke on the sob in my throat. “I want you in every way that hurts.”
His voice fucking wrecks me. “I want you ruined, I want you crying, I want you so desperate you forget what it feels like to be untouched.”
His lips graze mine. “Do you know what it does to me when you beg?” I whimper. “It makes me want to keep you on your knees forever.”
His hand slides to my throat, claiming me. “Pretty girl. You’re never going to stop being mine.”
He tilts his head, his lips dragging over my pulse.
“You think I just want your body? That’s not enough.
I want your first breath in the morning.
I want the way you say my name when you can’t think.
” His lips brush mine. “I want the parts of you you’ve never told anyone about.
I want the parts of you you’ve never fucking met. ”
His voice breaks. His breath splits against me. “You don’t get it. I don’t want you to be safe with me.”
His hand curls the chain around his fist. “I want you to crave me even when I’m the thing that’s killing you.”
Tears spill from my eyes, my body trembling. “I want to fuck you until you forget what you’re afraid of.”
I sob for him. “I want to kiss you until your scars are too full of me to hurt.”
His lips drag over mine. “I want you so fucking obsessed with me you forget who you were before I touched you.”
His cock drags slow, grinding deep. “I don’t want to be a chapter in your story. I want to be the fucking ending.”
I choke on a sob. “I want to be the last thing you think about when your lungs give out. I want to be the reason they collapse.”
His lips crash to mine, desperate and starving. “You’re not getting out of this alive, pretty girl.”
His laugh breaks. “And neither am I.”
I shatter, clinging to him like he’s the only thing I’ve ever fucking wanted. His hands fist in my hair. His mouth splits a savage whisper against my lips.
“You don’t get to love me in pieces. You love me in fucking ruins.”
And I do. I already fucking do.