Chapter 11 #3
The sight alone is so fucking amazing that I lift her off the ground and onto my waist, carrying her to the bedroom.
I'm careful with her leg. I'm not planning on truly hurting her, and I can barely fight the protective need to unwrap the bandage and check her wound.
But there are much more pressing matters I need to attend to now.
Letting her back hit the bed, I grab my T-shirt from behind with one hand and toss it to the floor. She looks so fucking anxious, curiously watching me, her breath almost nonexistent as she waits for my next move.
I'm her fucking drug the same way she is mine, and I want her to learn how painful withdrawal can be. How much pain I've endured for three fucking months.
I toy with my tongue piercing, making sure she remembers the pleasure it can bring. And as I look again, my marks begin to turn a dark purple. "Fucking perfect.” I mutter, climbing on top of her and picking up where I left off in the hallway.
I lean in, licking and grazing her perfectly round breasts until I feel her hips beginning to move against the bed, trying to find some friction to ease the pressure building up within her.
I can even hear her calling out my name as I press my piercing to her navel.
"Have you calmed down now? Got everything off your chest?
" I ask, pushing the limits even further, even though I know she won't answer.
I just want the question there, lingering in her mind.
Then I glide downward, kissing her hot core through her panties—over and over again, knowing perfectly well this isn't enough for her.
"Am I not your monster anymore?" My question is reasonable enough since she invited me to this point. She’s not following an order anymore, just her primal instincts.
Pushing the panties aside, I find her soaked in her own arousal. I finally make contact with her silky skin. Fuck, I missed her taste. "She definitely doesn't see me as a monster." I go on licking her treacherous cunt, agonizingly slow.
Her hands find their way back in my hair, and since she's decided to play along, I push two fingers deep inside her.
Her pussy clamps down around them, her head slightly sinking into the pillows, like she's been waiting for this for too long.
My tongue laps a few more times over her clit as I work my fingers inside her.
I know she won't last long. That's exactly why I stop way too early for her to finish.
"Do you want to feel me inside you?" I look up at her, and I can see the desperate frustration building on her face.
But she keeps herself from answering. "I'm not giving it to you unless you ask for it.
" I move my tongue again, but my fingers are still, just reminding her how good they feel in that spot, and how tormenting my absence can truly be.
"You..." I hear her breaking past another one of her barriers, finally asking for what she really wants. "I want you there." Her voice’s almost ragged in anticipation.
And I’m suddenly too weak for my own good. No matter what fucked-up plan I had in mind, I can't refuse her when she's asking for my cock.
Lining up my tip with her, I slide it a few times over her slick skin, teasing until I feel her move against me, urging me to get inside her already.
She’s so eager, so turned on; it drives me fucking insane. I don't know how much teasing I’ll last through myself. I feel her pussy trying to swallow me whole. The more of me she takes, the more she craves, and it almost makes me lose my grip on reality.
I drive into her long and hard. Tonight isn't about tenderness. What I'm about to do to her doesn't involve kissing. It's only about raw lust and the capacity to fight what my heart and body desire.
I pinch one of her nipples again, twisting it between my fingers as my cock hits the pit of her stomach and she’s purring so seductively, I’m one step away from breaking my resolution and making her come right now.
I distract myself with an area of her body that remains unexploited, my lips glide to the side of her rib cage. Marking. Biting. Licking every single inch as I thrust over and over again.
The rise and fall of her breasts pick up the rhythm, each painful nip, followed by the soothing of my tongue, pushing her closer to her release. But just when I see her heading toward the edge of reality, I pull out.
I get up on the bed, her body still between my legs, and only stop when my knees are lined up with her shoulders. "Take it." My own voice comes out rugged, wrecked with need.
She knows what she has to do. Her plum lips part to take me in. She's been dying to get choked by my cock, and I’m about to fulfill her fantasies.
I start to move again, fisting her hair, making sure she stays exactly where I want her.
And I can't help but let a long fuuuck escape my throat when I realize how much of a hot mess she really is.
There's a difference between when a woman takes a man's cock because she thinks it would please him—even if, in the end, she does end up enjoying it—and one who’s dying to have it.
And I know she's fucking dying to taste me the same way I was starving to taste her earlier. It’s such a shame I still need to teach her a lesson.
I'm one moment away from backing down from the role of the teacher now. Because I could do this all night long.
"So beautiful. So fucking dirty." I whisper, pushing a little harder, as one of my hands goes behind me to search for something of interest. "Let’s just see how fucking soaked you are for me.
" I reach her pussy, squeezing it in my palm.
My cock instantly reverberates from one of her moans, and I swear I'm about to cum.
But I'm a fucking masochist, and I focus myself out of doing it.
That doesn't mean I stop. I want more. So, this time, I slap her cunt until I get another moan.
.. and another until I don't even know if I'm the one moving or if it’s just her sounds making my cock tremble.
Fucking hell!
I think I'm going to choke her if I go on like this, so my hand moves to her sensitive clit. The harder I glide my hand against it, the harder the void created by her mouth works on my cock, drawing me in to make her come.
And that's not the goal of the night.
"You did so fucking good," I praise her, pulling out and dragging my thumb to spread the moisture on her lips as I get back between her legs right before that tightening sensation clouded my mind completely.
For someone who tries so desperately to keep control, she's so out of it when she's turned on. Right now, I swear, she’d do anything just to finish. Too bad for her, that’s not gonna happen too soon.
I press my cock against her pussy again, but don't go in. Not yet. I’m the devil’s son, after all—and this is exactly the kind of moment I live for.
So, as my thumb’s still pressing against her lips, I lean over her. "You want me to take full control over you?" I taunt, promising to fulfill her greatest wish—no responsibility for her actions whatsoever. No guilt. No control. Just the way she wants it.
And I've never heard a needier yes in my whole life—like she's been waiting for me to take this burden from her all along.
"Give me your hands then," I say, and she stretches her hands in front of me, her wrists already glued together, eager to become my obedient doll.
My cock twitches again, just from the sight. And since I’ve got nothing I can use for a rope around me, I pull the phone charger cord from my pocket and wrap it around her wrists, careful not to hurt her, but hard enough so she can’t escape.
She's so fucking eager to feel me inside her again, I won't waste another second before finding my rightful place.
I've never seen her so vulnerable as when she’s completely mine. But it's not enough to fully get her to trust that her mind should align with her body. I know her obedience is only momentary.
Even if my throbbing cock won’t be satisfied with coming just once tonight, I can't let her find her orgasm.
She's close enough as it is, and I'm already playing with fire.
So, I bury myself inside of her a few more times.
But just as she starts to tighten around me, I abandon her warmth and slide my own hand over my shaft a couple of times, until I spew white hot strands of my undoing over her stomach and up to her breasts.
Every cell in my body is shaking, and I'm not even one with her yet.
I want her to realize how badly she wants me. How she’ll take anything I have to give. So I take my cum and smear it across her swollen cunt, sliding it in with filthy strokes, marking her whole body as my territory.
She is mine in every sense of the word.
I hear another moan drowning down her throat again, and I know she's terrified of how fucking much she loves it.
She lets me dirty her in any way I want.
And I’m so fucking grateful to see the real her that I'll fulfill every single depraved fantasy she’s ever had—as soon as she admits to herself that she wants to be mine.
My fingers slide in and out a few more times, smearing her with what’s left of me.
Yet she doesn’t even realize our game’s almost over.
"You're under my control," I breathe, yanking the phone cord she let me tie her with—just to prove my point. "From this second on, only I dress you. Only I wash you. Only I touch you."
"What... no?" I hear her whimpering, realizing my fingers had stopped moving for good.
"Yes!" I confirm this isn't a game anymore. She gave me permission to gain full control over her, and she doesn’t get to take it back.
"Set!" she cries out, already knowing there’s no way around this.
"I'm the only one allowed to do any of it, until you're brave enough to claim what's yours. You don't get to touch yourself. You don’t get to finish tonight."
"Set," her voice more pleading this time, like I am her water and her mouth is the goddamn desert.
"I told you I’d punish you. But, look on the bright side, this is your dream come true." I pull a sheet over her, letting her have what I'm sure won't be a good night's sleep. "I won't fuck you again until you claim what's yours."